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It Was a Dark & Stormy Night

By: Moonlight_33



It was a dark and stormy night...

And the run from the bus stop to my building had left me soaked through and freezing. By the time I reached the door to my apartment I was shivering, and my shaking hands seemed unable to fit my key in the lock. I felt a warm hand close over mine. 

"Let me help you with that" The voice was soft and warm, and some how familiar. The key turned in the lock, and the door swung open. He followed me in, closing the door behind him saying "lets get you warmed up shall we?" and I found myself more than grateful for his assistance. 

The rain had turned my white blouse transparent, and my silk slacks clung to me like a second skin. It took a few moments for me to realize I was leaving a puddle on the carpet, and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and saw the steam rise, "how about we get you out of these wet things and into something hot?" It was then that I realized he already had my shivering body half stripped, but I was to cold to care. I wanted that hot shower and I needed his help to get there. 

Stepping into the warmth of the water was like heaven to my cold flesh, but feeling his naked form behind me and the strength of his arms lending me support, sent a heat wave surging through me like I had never know before. He slipped his arms under mine from behind, cupping the water in his hands, and pouring it over my chest. My aching nipples, hard from the cold and softened by the warmth of the water, were hardening again with the heat of his touch. 

Sensing my awareness of him, he cupped my breasts in his hands, massaging them gently as I leaned back against him. He began kissing the side of my neck, nibbling on my ear and nuzzling my hair, sending a thrilling sensation through my neck that ran all the way to my groin. I reached behind me, running my hands over his hips and the tight curve of his ass. He was so muscular, so smooth, so male, it drove my senses higher. I tried to turn my body to face him, but he prevented it, saying it was time to get me dried off. I felt almost disappointed. I was so hot for this man that I didn't even know, and he really was only interested in making me warm. 

Staying behind me, he toweled me dry, paying careful attention not miss any moisture that might cause me to be chilled once more. He wrapped me in a robe and steering me from behind, he directed me to the living room. I half expected him to tuck me into bed and vanish, but to my surprise, he threw a cushion on the floor, removed my robe, and instructed me to lie on my belly. Stretching out on the soft rug, the pillow under my chest, I awaited the anticipated massage. His firm, strong hands began massaging my back, working their way down my spine, and over the cheeks of my firm ass. I could feel myself drifting off into a relaxed, dreamy state, when his fingers began to work my thighs, spreading them just a little. 

My anticipation grew as his touch ventured a little higher, brushing lightly against the soft fur between my legs. Sending a shudder through my body, and making my heart race. He ventured deeper, touching and exploring, seeking out my hot, wet treasures. He slid his fingers over the silky smooth juices the heat of his touch was creating, and began stroking my swollen clit, massaging and stroking it with tender reverence. His fingers found my hot, wet hole, and began to explore anew. Stroking and probing, pushing one finger, then two, in and out of my aching pussy. 

Spreading my legs further, he climbed between my knees. Placing his hands on my hips he lifted me to my knees, making my dripping love juices and hot pussy more accessible to his touch. His fingers continued to thrust in and out of my hot hole, while his thumb worked my clit with the amazing skill. Moving beneath me, he pulled my throbbing clit down to meet his hungry lips. My body was on fire, burning with the heat of pure lust as he moved the fingers from his free hand to my ass and began stroking and teasing the soft, sensitive flesh between my pussy and my ass. His tongue found my hole, and feasted on my juices like a starved animal. Sucking, licking, biting, devouring every drop of precious moisture. Without warning, his finger entered my ass, sending a shudder through my body that was building with tremendous intensity. With one hand he held tight to my wiggling form, not allowing me to escape his ravenous attentions for even a moment. I could feel myself building faster and faster as he slid a second finger into my ass. It was more than I could stand, and I could hold back no longer. I cried out with the pleasure as the orgasm washed over me, consuming me. I tried to pull free of his hold on me, but he would not let my pleasure end there. My body shook, and my back arched as a second orgasm took hold, I began to laugh and cry at the same time, losing control of my body and emotions in the greatest release I had ever experienced. 

He lay me back on the cushion, still on my belly, and began to tenderly stroke my back. His fingers gently tracing lines in the sweat that covered my body. Warmed and satisfied beyond comprehension, I drifted into a dreamy sleep.

I woke a few hours later, covered in a blanket, and alone. With mixed emotions, I went to my bed, but further sleep evaded me, my thoughts consumed with not knowing the identity of my mysterious savior and lover.

A few weeks later I was racing to meet the bus. It had been one of those mornings where if something could have gone wrong, it did, and I was becoming frustrated beyond belief. As I rounded the corner I could see the bus pulling away from the stop, and I collided with a man who seemed to appear out of no where, dropping my brief case and spilling the contents all over the footpath. This was about all I could stand for one day, and as I was about to curse the man, a familiar voice said "Let me help you with that"

My heart stopped and my breath caught in my chest. It was him. Taking a hand full of papers from and out stretched hand, I looked into the eyes of a man I had seen a thousand times, and never met. It was the man who lived in the apartment down the hallway from mine. Neither of us went to work that day, or the day after, and dark and stormy nights became something I eagerly anticipated for a long time after.

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night



Foreword: This story is based on a true event. However, I have changed the names and setting to protect peoples' identities, and have embellished it here and there for the sake of the story. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.

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It was a dark and stormy night. It was also one of the best nights of my life. 

I started dating Meryl a few weeks ago. Meryl wasn't model material, but neither was I a jock. She was cute, with short straight black hair, big brown eyes, and a pretty face. I was a tall, skinny, awkward geek who was lucky to get such a cute girl to go for me.

She and I were in the same Freshman English class and when we discovered that we lived in the same dorm, well, it was natural that we always walked to class and back together. It wasn't long before I asked her out. 

We both went to our rooms after class. My roommate was already there, getting ready to go out. I went down the hall to the unit bathroom to shower, returned to my room to change, grabbed my coat, then went down to her room. From there, we went to grab dinner at the puketeria. That's when it started to rain. 

Although I had a car -- a van actually -- I usually took the off-campus bus downtown because I don't like to drink and drive. (Shhh! Don't tell my friends that I'm such a chicken shit.) 

But with the rain and all, Meryl insisted that I drive. So after dinner, we trudged out to the student parking lot. We would have stayed drier had we just cut through the other dorms and academic buildings to the student center and waited for the bus and then got off the bus right at the corner and walked into the bar. But, well, try to disagree with a woman using logic and reason when she knows she's right about something, and see where it gets you -- right guys? We've all been there.

So we got to my van -- it was a nice one too. I had customized the back with carpeting, paneling, curtains, flip chairs, lava lamps, black lights, beanbags, pillows, and a small color TV and Nintendo video game (yes, we're going back a few years), and a small refrigerator. The fridge was even stocked with a case of Guinness that I hadn't touched since the beginning of the semester.

We got in and we were drenched and freezing. So I cranked the heat to max. I popped Alan Parsons Project into the eight-track as we left the campus and headed down Main Street to the Rathskellar. 

We were warm and dry by the time we got downtown. We parked in the packed muddy lot behind the bar and walked through the pouring rain once again. By the time we got inside, we were drenched again. The bar was a large rustic building with booths all along the perimeter of the first floor, except for one wall where the long bar was placed. The middle of the room was a large open space for dancing, and was open to the second floor where booths lined the balcony. We walked up to the bar and I asked her, "What're you drinking, sweetheart?"

She answered, "I'll just have a Bud." 

So I pulled out a couple of bucks from my pocket and waved them at Jerry, the bartender. 

The bar was crowded and it took Jerry a few minutes to work his way down to our end of the bar.

"What're you having tonight?" he asked.

"A Bud for my girl, and a Coke for me."

"You're staying dry tonight?" he asked.

I would have loved to get wasted tonight, but like I said, I was too much a wuss to drink and drive. I answered, "Yeah, I drove instead of taking the bus. You know, 'cause of the pouring rain."

"Smart thinking, dude!" he said as he handed us our drinks.

Being a college bar, it filled up fast early on Friday and Saturday nights. Downstairs was packed already, so we wove our way through the crowd and up the spiral stairs to the second floor balcony where it wasn't so crowded yet and we could get a booth overlooking the dance floor. 

We took seats in the booth and piled our coats one seat. We were facing each other across the table, and took each other's hands. The only problem with being upstairs was that there were about four or six huge Klipsch speakers handing from the ceiling cranking Van Halen, Motley Crue, Supertramp, Electric Light Orchestra, The Cars, Dire Straits, Lake, Journey, Foreigner, and other groups that nobody remembers any more. Since we couldn't talk, we just sat there holding hands and smiling at each other, and occasionally taking a sip of our drinks.

After we finished our drinks, the DJ started to play a slow song by Journey, so I yelled, "Want to dance?"

She smiled, and slid out of the booth pulling me by the hand behind her.

We made our way back downstairs and found a square inches of dance floor to squeeze into. It felt so good when Meryl put her arms around my neck and pressed her body tightly against mine as we swayed -- I wouldn't really call it dancing -- to the music. 

The DJ played two more slow songs after that and I wondered if Meryl could feel my hard-on throbbing between where our crotches were squeezing it between them.

The rapture ended when Supertramp started wailing Bloody Well Right, and so we made our back to the bar. Even though there were now four guys working the bar, we had to wait nearly 15 minutes to get served. Meryl got another beer, and I got another Coke.

We slowly made our way back upstairs, but all the booths were taken and it was standing room only wherever we went. At least we found an empty spot at the railing and we hung out there watching the people below as I put my arm around Meryl. When she put her arm around me too, it felt so good to know that I was a wanted man.

That's when I heard, "Hey, duuuude!" from behind us.

We turned to see our friends, Al and Paula. After high-fives all around (jeez, do I even remember how to do a high-five?), the four of us talked -- shouted actually -- about our Psych 101 papers due next week, and how nobody understands Professor Vishnu with his accent, and how it sucks that the government wants to raise the drinking age to 21. 

They then headed off to the bar, and Meryl and I went back to watching the action below us. That's when I caught Meryl looking at me, staring actually. So I stared back. Her head imperceptible moved closer to mine, and so I moved a little closer too. 

I wondered. Did she really want to make out? Here in the middle of this crowd? 

Our faces moved closer, molecule by molecule, until our lips touched. Suddenly, the crowd and the noise disappeared. I almost squeaked when I felt her press her tongue between my lips into my mouth. Of course, I reciprocated, and our tongues were quickly dancing together exploring each other's mouths.

When we came down from orbit, I had no idea how much time had passed. I just grinned at her with a silly smile, then I leaned closer and shouted in her ear at the top of my lungs, "I love you, Meryl!"

We both looked around to see if the people pressed up against us heard, but they didn't seem to, then she leaned over to me and screamed in my ear, "I love you too!"

Wow! That was the first time a girl ever told me that she loved me. Not knowing what to say next, I shouted back, "I feel wonderful! Want another drink to celebrate?"

But I was suddenly hurt and disappointed when she shouted, "No thanks! Let's go! Too noisy! Too crowded!"

I couldn't help agreeing with her, so I figured it was time to call it a night too. 

We stopped at the booth we first sat at and rooted through the huge pile of coats that had accumulated on that one bench. Wwe got ours and headed back downstairs, but we had to stop in the restrooms before we left (oh man, restrooms in bars are filthy and they stink), then we headed back to the van. When we got outside, it was hard to believe that the rain could have got any harder or colder then when he came in, but it was. Once again, we were drenched and freezing when we got back to my van. I wondered if we were going to make out again when we got back into my van; but being soaked and frozen, I honestly wasn't in the mood (and if a guy isn't in the mood, I can't imagine how not-in-the-mood a woman must be).

So I popped The Knack in the eight-track and we drove back to campus where I parked in the student lot as far away from civilization I had been parked when we left. At least we were warm and dry once again, though that was about to change -- again.

I was about to open the door, but Meryl put her hand on my arm and said, "Can we wait until the rain lets up?"

"Sure," I answered. 

The rain sounded like a freight train pounding the roof of the van, and I could even feel the van swaying from time to rime from the howling wind. So I started the small auxiliary engine that kept the battery charged and ran the heat and accessories when the regular engine isn't running. Then I climbed out of the driver's seat to the back of the van, dropped my coat on the floor, as did Meryl, and headed for the fridge in the back.

I opened the fridge and asked, "Want a beer?" 

"Sure," she answered.

I grabbed two bottles of Guinness and scrunched into one of the beanbags. I shouldn't have been surprised when Meryl immediately sat in my lap leaning her shoulder against my chest as she took her beer.

The Knack started singing Good Girls Don't. and I mentioned, "Someone told me they curse in this song."

"Naw," Meryl answered, "they just sing about how she sits on his face."

"Oh? Sounds like fun!" I blurted out, then immediately regretted saying that to Meryl. 

Meryl just giggled and I could feel my face turning red as a beet, so I gulped a big chug of beer. 

Meryl took a swig of hers then she looked me squarely in the eyes again, I knew exactly what she wanted. I leaned forward again, and we were in a lip-lock once again.

But I could hardly believe what she did next. She grabbed one of my hands and planted it firmly on one of her boobs. Oh man, I could feel her nipple trying to poke though her bra and blouse -- just like my cock was trying to bust out of my pants.

"You like my tits?" she asked. I couldn't believe she asked that; hell, I couldn't believe she was letting me feel her tits after dating for just a few weeks. Her tits weren't huge; they were rather tiny actually. But they fit her cute little body perfectly. Huge melons on Meryl would have looked wrong, somehow.

"Yeah! They feel so soft!" I was surprised that it felt so soft and squishy; I had expected it to be hard like a muscle (hey, c'mon, I was a virgin geek at the time). 

I think I got over being shocked when she next asked, "You want to see 'em?" 

"Yeah!" Of course I wanted to see them!

While still in my lap, she leaned back and lifted her leg up over my head so as to face me with her legs wrapped around my waist. She the pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she reached behind her and slowly pulled her bra off. Her two tiny tits were staring right at me with her nipples pointing straight out like to tiny cocks with little hard ons. 

I lifted my hands up to almost touch them, when she said, "Go ahead!"

I put my hands to them and brushed my fingers over them. I soon had her nipples in my fingers and began gently squeezing them.

She smiled at me and said, "Oh, that feels so good, mmmmmm."

After a few minutes, she asked, "You can do better, can't you?"

I stammered, "I, uhm." I thought I was doing it good and I didn't know how to do it any better. But after that briefest of moments, she leaned back and pulled my head forward pressing my mouth to her swollen nipple.

She threw her head back and immediately began moaning, "Oh yes! Do that! Keep doing that!"

I kept doing that.

After countless minutes, without saying a word, she pulled back, turned her torso a little, and pressed the other nipple to my mouth.

After a symphony of cries and moans, she fell backward with her ass still in my lap and her legs still wrapped around my waist. She was lifting her hips up with her legs and the sight of her jean-covered crotch rising and setting in front of my chest was almost more than I could take. 

She interrupted my shock when she blurted, "What are you waiting for?"

Did she really want me to touch her pussy outside her jeans? I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't sure. I cautiously reached out and slid my finger along the seam in her jeans that ran from her zipper to her ass. Then back up again.

"C'mon, you can use a little more force. I won't break!"

Using two fingers, I slid them up and down her pant seam, pressing down with more force where I thought her pussy was. The van rocking in the storm jiggled my hand gently from side to side as I slid it up and down.

She was moaning once again, "Oh yes! Oh God! Oh yes!"

I also was harder than I ever remember being. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls and I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. I wouldn't have minded coming in my pants just then, but if she was going to let me go all the way before the night was over, I wanted to save it for her.

Fortunately, just then she asked, panting, "Hey! You want to see it?"

"Oh yeah! Yes!" I answered back.

"Then pull my jeans down!"

I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Then I grabbed them and pulled them toward me. Fortunately, I also grabbed her panties and I grabbed her jeans. A moment later I had pulled her jeans and panties down to my waist since her legs were still wrapped around my hips, and I was staring into a live girl's hairy cunt for the first time in my life. I was frozen in panic at the sight.

She saved me by crawling backwards off me a little, then pulled her shoes off, and then pulled jeans and panties all the way off. Then she sat up and smiled at me as if she was waiting for me to make the next move.

I stammered out, "You want to see mine now?"

"Uh, huh!" she answered with a grin.

With that, I pulled my shirt up over my head, and then kicked my shoes off. Then I pulled my jeans down. Though she was sitting there completely naked, I was terrified to remove my Jockeys in front of her. Still I swallowed and pulled them down as my cock bounced up to attention as the elastic waist strip flipped past it. 

"Wow!" is all she said. I didn't know if my cock deserved a "wow," but it sure made me feel better about showing it to her. 

Still, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I was with Meryl and she was letting me see her naked. I didn't want to sound like a geek and say so, but I knew that she must have really trusted me to get naked with me. I swore to myself that I would return that trust by trusting her as much.

She seemed to get impatient with my hesitation. She crawled next to me and grabbed my hand again. This time, she placed it onto her crotch, pressing my fingers between her pussy lips. It sure felt wet in there!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned yet again.

I continued rubbing her pussy with my fingers. 

"Oh wait!" She said. 

"What?" I asked.

"Just a second." She reached for her clothes and started pulling her pants on. 

Oh-my-God-did-I-do-something-wrong?

"What's wrong, Meryl?" I asked trying to hide the panic in my voice.

"Nothing wrong, lover! I just have to take a piss. I'll be right back! Honest!" and winked at me.

"Didn't you piss before we left the bar?"

"The women's room was so filthy; I couldn't. Don't worry. I'll be right back!"

Actually, I had to piss again too. I said, "Wait, Meryl. Don't go out in the storm to pee. I have just the thing!" 

I picked up an empty bottle and said, "Here, use this!"

"What?" she asked. "An empty beer bottle? How?"

I've pissed in jars and bottles lots of times when a toilet wasn't handy, when camping and such. I held the bottle to my dick and grunted. The piss wouldn't flow. I've pissed in front of other guys before, but I realized that it might be difficult to pee in front of a girl. Once again, I closed my eyes and let myself relax. Finally, I felt the pee flowing down my dick and into the bottle and made a tinkling noise. I opened my eyes to see that Meryl seemed fascinated by me pissing into a bottle. I filled the bottle halfway before I emptied myself. I opened the side door part way, letting a cold blast of air and water in, and emptied the piss onto the ground. 

I closed the door and handed her the bottle. "See? Just pee into the bottle."

"I can't pee into a bottle, dummy!"

"Why not? Sure you can!"

"Uhm, I'm not made the same way as you. I can't!"

The last thing I wanted right now was for Meryl to get dressed. The second-to-last thing I wanted was for Meryl to go outside into the freezing wind and rain. Without thinking, I dropped on to my back and blurted out, "Use me, Meryl!"

"What?" she asked.

"You can pee in my mouth! And I'll pee in the bottle for both of us."

"That! That's! That's disgusting!" she screamed.

Oh shit! I thought. I ruined it now! Fuck! 

Then she smiled and said, "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine."

She pulled her jeans and blouse on and then her shoes. She opened the door to the van, letting another blast of freezing rain and wind, and stepped outside. When closed the door behind her, I noticed that she left her bra, panties, and socks on the floor. I suppose that was a good sign. A moment later, the door slid open again, and Meryl climbed back in. In the moment that she was outside, her coat was covered with ice and hair had become a solid mass of ice. She was visibly shaking. 

"That was the fastest anyone has ever peed!" I said, then "Are you okay, Meryl?"

"I... I..." she stammered.

I hugged her, rubbing the ice from her hair.

"I couldn't pee. It's fucking freezing out there!" she said as her teeth chattered.

That's one of the few times I'd ever heard Meryl curse.

She looked down at the floor and hesitated a moment before continuing, "I'll take you up on your offer if, uhm, if it's still good."

I almost asked, "What offer?" before I stopped myself, and said, "Yeah, sure."

Once again, she removed her clothes while I lay back down and put my head on a pillow.

Then she knelt down next to me and swung a leg over me, straddling my chest. My cock had gone soft the past few minutes, but it had become hard again, and my heart was pounding. 

She crawled up me on her knees until her cunt was directly over my face. Man, it was so hairy! And, well, it was so close to my nose that I could smell it -- and it didn't smell very nice. 

Guys always talk about "going down at the 'Y'," and they say it's an acquired taste. 

Still I couldn't believe a woman's naked cunt was inches away from my face and she was about to sit on my face with it. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin when she suddenly asked, "You sure you don't mind doing this for me?"

"I don't mind, Meryl. Really!"

Then that's what she did. She lowered herself onto my face, pressing her cunt against my mouth as I opened my mouth wide. Her hairy muff was tickling my nostrils and I slowly looked up her body past her muff, past her bellybutton, between her titties sticking out of her chest, at the bottom of her chin. She looked down at me and we locked eyes for a moment before she looked away and closed her legs, plunging me in darkness. 

I could hear her heart pounding over mine. I could even feel her heart pounding over mine. I was both excited and terrified at what it would be like. Would it have any taste? Would it taste like water, or would it taste like I was drinking pure filth? Would I be able to drink it as fast as she pissed it out, or would she fill my mouth until it sprayed out between my lips and her cunt making a mess? 




It Was a Dark and Stormy Night



I could breathe, but the airflow was restricted what with my nostrils pressed gently against her crotch. 

I wondered what was taking so long, but Meryl answered my question for me, "Sorry to take so long, but the pee isn't coming out. I've never peed into someone's mouth before. I have to relax first."

I waited. And waited more. 

Then I felt it. A steady trickle of liquid splashed against the tip of my tongue. It collected at the back of my throat as I held my throat closed. Fortunately, it had no taste, though I thought I could taste something gritty in it. 

I thought about trying to swallow while she peed, but it was nearly impossible to swallow while lying on my back as she pressed her twat tightly to my open mouth. I could tell that she hadn't put her full weight on my jaw, still she bore down with considerable weight.

I almost panicked as my mouth got to be full, but then she stopped. She lifted off me and slid her ass back, sitting on my chest.

I leaned forward a little and swallowed. It didn't taste so bad. It tasted sort of what ammonia smelled like, but very mild.

I looked up at her looking back down at me. She asked, "You don't look so good. You okay down there?"

I smiled up at her and answered, "I'll live." 

She got off me and crawled over to the fridge and grabbed two more beers. 

Then the taste really hit me! My moth suddenly tasted the way a dirty public restroom smelled. 

Handing me a beer, she said, "Here. This will kill the taste of my piss."

I sat up, grabbed the beer, and chugged the whole thing down all at once to wash away the taste of her piss. 

She was laughing her ass off as I threw the bottle down. I took a breath of fresh air and grabbed one more beer and then motioned for her to sit in my lap again, which she did. 

We each drank our beers, then Meryl and I resumed sucking face. I was in heaven! Maybe you're getting sick of hearing this, but I couldn't believe that Meryl, my Meryl, and I were naked together, and she had just sat on my face with her cunt against my mouth and she just pissed in my mouth. I just drank another person's piss! I just drank a woman's piss! I just drank Meryl's piss! Straight from her cunt! Oh man, oh man! 

And now we were kissing. What a night! And it was just beginning.

Not only that, but my cock was sticking into Meryl's ass crack, being that she was sitting on my lap. I could feel pre-cum oozing out my cock, and I was about to explode any second.

I think Meryl sensed that too because she said, "Oh my, you're about to burst, my lover." 

"Yeah! I think I'm about to come any second, Meryl! And I don't think I can stop it!" 

I started panting as I felt the pressure quickly build in my cock. "Oh man!" I screamed.

Meryl quickly pushed me down on my back, crawled down my body and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I exploded into her mouth the instant her lips closed around the base of my cock.

Oh man! I had fantasized about this for years, and now it was really happening. My body was bucking wildly as I shot wad after wad of cum into a woman's mouth. 

My quaking finally subsided as I shot the last wad into her mouth. She slid her mouth off my cock and sat up at me, smiling. 

"Got a tissue?" she mumbled as cum dripped from her mouth.

"Hey," I said, "I swallowed your piss -- you can swallow my cum!"

She made a face for a second, then swallowed. 

I wanted to kiss Meryl so much for what she just did for me, but with her mouth just having been full of my cum, the idea of kissing her turned me off. So I grabbed two more beers from the fridge and we drank to love after she climbed back into my lap yet again.

We returned to kissing after we had chugged a bit of beer and she had replaced the taste of my cum from her mouth with the taste of Guinness.

We continued kissing and drinking until we finished the beers again.

I had, by now, got a good beer buzz going, and I whispered in Meryl's ear, "Let me up, I got to take another piss." 

She got off my lap and I pissed into another empty bottle. As before, the freezing wind blew into the van when I opened the door to empty the bottle.

Then Meryl crawled over to me with the silliest look in her eyes. I could tell that she was feeling pretty good too. But then she whispered in my ear, "I got to pee again too, sweets."

I said, "okay," or something like that.

After a few moments, she sounded impatient when she said, "C'mon! I have to pee!"

I was about to say something like, "So what?" when it dawned on me what she was waiting for. 

I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that again. "You want to use me again?"

"The wind is still howling and it hasn't got any warmer since before."

She was probably right. If anything, it must be getting colder and colder as the night drew on.

"I'm not sure if I can do that again, Meryl."

"But I got to pee!" she insisted. "Bad!"

"Well, I don't know," I answered.

"Well I know," she said. "I need to pee. You want to get laid. You do the math."

I was dumfounded. Before, it was "disgusting." Now it's my price for getting laid. 

I gave in and said, "Okay." 

She was kneeling and set a pillow between her legs. I lay on my back with my head on the pillow between her thighs looking up at her upside down. 

I suddenly realized that I might have made a mistake in lying like that. She lifted herself up and crawled forward over my face. I opened my mouth just as she lowered her cunt to my mouth, burying my nose in her ass crack. She was squeezing my nose with her asshole and I swear I could smell her shit. Talk about gross!

On top of that, she wasn't sitting on my lightly like before. I swear she must have placed her full weight on my face for it felt like my skull was being crushed under the weight of a padded anvil!

I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe. My nose was buried in her ass crack, possibly even sticking up into her asshole, and my lungs were straining for air. I waved my arms trying to push her thighs up off my head, but she just grabbed my wrists and held my arms still. At that moment, she began filling my mouth once again with her rancid piss, and there was nothing I could do about it.

As she filled my mouth, I also realized with some panic that her piss wouldn't just squirt out between my lips and her pussy. Her cunt lips pressed against my mouth lips under so much weight that I would probably inhale her piss if I didn't swallow it while she was pissing into my mouth. 

My lungs were screaming for air, but I managed a swallow a little without choking. Then I swallowed a little more. She continued pissing, and I managed to swallow a few more times. 

I was lucky to have swallowed when I did for my mouth was full when she finally stopped.

She slid her ass back off my face as I swallowed her remaining piss and gasped for breath.

When she broke out in hysterical laughing at this, I just asked, "What's so funny?"

"You are, my love!" she answered, and I couldn't be angry any more. 

She kissed me and took two more beers out of the fridge. I was sitting there feeling dizzy from the beers, and queasy from drinking her piss.

She staggered back from the fridge with two beers in hand and planted her ass in my lap yet again.

We took a couple of swigs from our beers. 

I wasn't prepared, however, when she then declared, "It's my turn now, lover!"

"Your turn?" I asked. "Your turn for what?"

"To come, silly!"

"Oh, yeah," I said, realizing that she hadn't come yet. "So let's fuck."

"No," she said, "you eat me first, then we fuck."

Oh, I knew what she meant, so I said, "Okay."

She got off my lap and lay on her back pointing her hairy cunt at me between her spread-wide legs. 

I had to pee again something fierce, so I asked her if I could pee first, since I was peeing for both of us. She said "okay," and so I pissed in an empty bottle again and emptied it out the door.

Then, I got on my stomach and crawled between her legs. I've read Joy of Sex and other like it, but coming face-to-cunt was intimidating. It didn't look like anything I'd seen in the books. Her ass crack came up from under her ass and disappeared into a thick mass of hair that expanded up onto her belly. I looked up at Meryl with a sheepish expression and asked, "What exactly to do I do?"

"Spread my cunt lips apart and start licking. I'll tell you when you've found the right spot."

I reached out and pressed my fingers into the mass of hair and, wow! Her crack spread open revealing a bright pink chasm. I couldn't see any details, but I put my mouth to it and started licking. Fortunately, my tongue could feel the textures that my eyes couldn't see. Starting just above her anus, but without touching it, I licked up. I came to a hole that could only be her vagina. I began licking it and fucking it with my tongue. I noticed it got rapidly wetter as I licked it, and the wetness wasn't coming from my saliva. 

"Yes!" she squealed. "That's good! That's good. Now move up."

I didn't know why she wanted me to move away from her vagina, but I moved my mouth higher. I passed a tiny bump and came to where the dry hairy surface skin met at the top. I continued licking up into her muff, and got a mouthful of hair.

"No, silly! You went past it. Go back down."

I went back down into the crevice. She yelled, "Stop! There!" when my tongue passed over that little bump.

"That's my clit! Lick that! Suck it! Beat it up!"

I'd read that a woman's clit is the sensory equivalent of a man's cock-head. If so, and the analogy holds, I was pretty sure I knew what to do to get her off. I licked over her clit, up and down several times, flicking it with my tongue. Then I drew little circles around it with my tongue. Having had her sit on my face while she pissed in my mouth, I had a pretty good idea that her piss came out near that spot, and if the analogy holds that a woman's clit is like a man's cock-head, her pee hole should be part of her clit. 

A little exploring with my tongue found a teeny-tiny depression just under her clit. I stuck my tongue gently into her pee hole and licked it out.

"Oh yes! Oh God! Oh yes!" 

I returned to her clit, itself, and licked and sucked it. I drew it unto my mouth by sucking on it and gradually increased the suction until the nub was pulled deep into my mouth, stretching her pussy skin taut. 

I had read that women take a long time to reach plateau and then reach climax, but Meryl exploded almost immediately. She started bouncing and thrashing wildly as I continued to hold her clit in my mouth with suction and flicking it with my tongue. 

I discovered that I could make her bounce on cue just by flicking her clit with my tongue. I flicked -- she bounced. I continued playing her like this until she finally gave in and said, "Okay, you can stop now. I can't take any more."

I crawled up her body and asked, "Now we fuck?"

"Yeah," she finally said, "now we fuck."

Damn! "But first," I said, "I got to pee again!"

"Meee tooo!" she said in a sing-song voice, telling me exactly what my immediate fate was.

I filled that beer bottle and emptied it outside. Then I laid on my back for Meryl.

Meryl wasted no time mounting my face. Once again, my nose was buried in her ass crack as she settled her full weight on my face. She also didn't have to wait to relax before she could start peeing. She began filling my mouth immediately. I gulped some down that collected at the back of my mouth. It wasn't so hard to do this time. I gulped a little more down. Then a little more. I noticed that I was actually keeping up with her. I guess that was good, because she was peeing a lot of pee! If I hadn't been drinking it on the fly, I'm sure she would have filled my mouth several times over.

She finally stopped and got off my face. I swallowed the last couple of drops of her pee still in my mouth as she handed me another beer.

I laughed and took a few chugs. I crawled over to her with a huge grin on my face. "Now it's my turn again!" 

She put a big grin on her face and retorted, "No, it's our turn!"

She was right. She grabbed me by the shoulders and fell back, pulling me on top of her. 

I suddenly stopped in panic, "What about -- uhm, you know --uh..."

She must have known what I was trying to say because she answered, "Don't worry, sweet, I'm on the pill."

With that relief, I situated myself and immediately plunged my hard cock into her soaking pussy. I pumped and pumped, and it didn't take long at all to come a second time (youth definitely had its advantages). I think she came too, for her body bucked and quaked along with mine.

Satisfied, I rolled off her and held her face in my hands and kissed her. "Did I tell you I love you, Meryl?"

"Yes you did, but you can never say that enough to a woman! I love you too! And I have to pee again."

Shit! But I had to pee again too.

"Okay, just let me pee first, okay?" I asked.

"Sure," she answered. 

I peed and emptied the bottle. Then I lay on my back and she sat on my face and peed. I swallowed it easily, then she finished and got off me.

She laid on her back looking at me, and I grabbed a blanked and climbed on top of her again, pulling the blanket over us both.

"You want to fuck again?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered and kissed her. Yet I knew I was pretty beat and wasted, and I didn't think the little guy was up to one more performance for a while. So we wrestled tongues for a while before I finally lowered my head on her shoulder.

A moment later, she shook me and said, "Hey sleepyhead, you can't sleep on top of me! How am I going to sleep?"

I yawned and rolled off her, onto my back, and pulled her on top of me.

She said, "This'll work," and snuggled her head on my shoulder and promptly fell asleep on top of me.

I had to admit, it got difficult to breathe after a while with another person sleeping on top of me, but the pleasure was worth the pain. Despite the effort it was to breathe, I soon followed Meryl into dreamland.

###

I woke the next morning as the sun rose through the van's windows. I had a slight hangover, but not as bad as it usually was when I got really drunk. Meryl was still on top of me, sleeping soundly. But, man, I had to take a wicked piss!

My stirring must have awakened Meryl for she lifted her eyes, smiled at me, and said, "Good morning, lover!"

"Good morning, lover!" I answered back and kissed her.

Then she gave the kiss back to me.

Then I gave the kiss back to her.

We volleyed that kiss back and forth a few more times, then she yawned and sat up and said, "Man, I have to take a wicked piss!"

I must have stiffened when I heard that. She said, "About last night. I'm really sorry I made you do that so much. I'll go outside behind those trees over there."

I stood and looked out the window. Oh man, everything was covered with ice. It looked like a crystal palace outside. I hesitated then said, "Wait Meryl. You can't go out in that. It's still freezing cold out there. The parking lot is a solid sheet of ice! You'll slip and break a leg!"

"Yeah, well, I gotta go! Bad!" she insisted.

"My offer still stands," I told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Really! After last night, what difference does it make now?"

"Well, if you really don't mind?"

What was I saying? "No, I don't mind. I don't want my girl to get cold or hurt herself out on that ice."

"Well, all right. Thank you."

So once again, I lay on my back and she sat on my face. Once again, she sat on me with her full weight. She even set her legs on my chest and rested her heels in my crotch, squeezing my dick between her feet. Like before, her hairy cunt lips were kissing my mouth lips under the pressure of her full weight, and my nose was poking into asshole and she squeezed it with her sphincter as she struggled to pee. I guess it took her a while to relax again, because my lungs started to scream for air after a few seconds. Fortunately, I then felt the warm trickle of liquid splash into my mouth. The practice I had last night rescued me this morning, for she peed, and peed, and peed. Oh man, it seemed to me that she must have peed nearly a gallon of piss before she finished. 

On top of that, my cock was bursting with the urge to piss too. Thankfully, she finally stopped pissing and got off my face. I swallowed and quickly grabbed an empty beer bottle. I filled that bottle, and quickly moved to a second when I filled the first. I couldn't believe I nearly filled three beer bottles before I finished pissing. 

I emptied them onto the ground.

Meryl then asked me, "I'm starving! You have any food in that fridge?"

"No," I answered. "Since the fridge only runs when the engine is running, I can't keep food in here. Wan'a dare the global environment and head back to the café?"

"Sure," she answered.

So we kissed one more time, got dressed, and headed out across the glazier, arm in arm.

"By the way, Meryl," I asked her, "did I tell you I love you?"

"Yes!" she answered. "Did I tell you I love you?"

"Yes!"

Despite treading on slippery ice while kissing the whole way, we made it back to civilization on the other side of the parking lot without any broken bones.

- END -



It Was a Dark and Stormy Night



It was late, he was tired, and he still had another hour or so to drive before he got home, assuming the roads weren't flooded out. But when he saw the car by the side of the road, and the woman standing there, completely soaked by the rain, he had to stop and ask if he could help. 

She smiled at him gratefully, "You know, you're the first person who stopped," she said. She suddenly giggled and added, "I didn't think I looked that scary!"

He took the opportunity to really look at her; dark brown eyes brimming with laughter, café au lait skin, dark hair plastered against her face. His eyes took in her body, as well; her sodden white t-shirt clinging lovingly to her full breasts, dark pink nipples thrusting against the now translucent fabric. Her cotton skirt stuck to her hips and legs. She coughed and he brought his eyes back to her face; he was blushing, and he sensed she was, too. He said the first thing that popped into his head, "Well, how do you know I'm not a serial killer?"

He felt and saw her recoil, and could've kicked himself for his stupidity. He was about to tell her he was just kidding, when she said "I don't think you'll hurt me. I don't see it in your eyes..." 

They looked at each for a few silent moments. He opened the car door, "Get in already." She grabbed her bags, tossed them in the backseat and sat beside him.

"Where am I anyways?" she asked him. 

He laughed, "in the middle of nowhere." 

She looked at him, "Well, d'oh, I knew that!" They both laughed. Once they started talking, the conversation was light and easy, it was like they'd known each other forever. 

She began to shiver. "H-h-how far to the n-nearest t-town?" 

He looked at her, concerned. "Not for another half hour." She cursed softly. He asked her if she had a change of clothing, and when she nodded, he told her she should change. She looked at the back seat, there was no room for her to change there, as it was filled with her bags and his. 

He said quietly, "I won't look, scout's honor." 

She teased, "Yes, but were you ever really a scout?" 

He laughed, "Damn!" 

She shivered again, and asked him to stop the car so she could rummage through her bags for a change of clothes. He parked by the side of the road, and she pulled out from her a bag a t-shirt, a sweater and another cotton skirt. Blushing slightly, she also pulled out a pair of tiny pink panties.

He turned his head, and realized that he could see her reflected in the window. He watched her pull off the t-shirt, her breasts bouncing slightly when her arms went above her head. She dried herself off quickly but thoroughly before she donned the sweater. He told himself he really should close his eyes, but he was mesmerized by the sight of her. He felt himself harden in his jeans, and hoped she wouldn't notice.

She reached under her skirt, and pulled of her panties, then realized she couldn't put on the dry panties without her wet skirt soaking them, too. She glanced at him, and satisfied that he wasn't looking, she pulled off her skirt. He bit back a groan; she was sitting there, a foot away from him, naked from the waist down, drying herself. He was hard as a rock.

Before pulling on her panties, she glanced at him again, smiling appreciatively at his profile, and thinking "Damn, he's cute." 

She looked at his arms, his hands on the wheel and quickly glanced down at his crotch, immediately noticing the sizeable bulge in his pants. An involuntary cry escaped her. He turned in reaction, "what's wrong?" and she covered herself with her skirt. 

She squealed, "I'm not dressed yet!" 

Blushing furiously, he turned away. He heard her dressing quickly, and then heard her break into giggles. 

He said, "Aren't you done yet? My neck's getting stiff." She went off into peals of laughter. He looked at her, "What? Why are you laughing?" 

She gestured in the direction of his crotch and said, "That isn't your neck!" He felt himself turning an even deeper red, but then he started laughing as well. 

Looking directly into her eyes, he said, "I'm not going to apologize for a normal reaction to having a sexy naked woman in my car. And..." She met his gaze, raising an eyebrow. "I could ask why you were looking at my crotch..." It was her turn to blush, and she quickly changed the subject. He let her, smiling at her wickedly to let her know he wasn't fooled for a minute.

Looking out the window, she frowned, "the rain's not letting up at all." He turned the radio on, and both of them listened with concern as they heard that some of the roads were now impassable. He realized he wouldn't be able to make it home that night. 

He told her that he was going to stop in the next town and stay the night. She nodded, "it does seem the wisest thing to do." Her heart was beating fast; she knew he was attracted to her (a tiny smile played across her lips as she remembered the evidence of that) and she was extremely attracted to him.

They reached the next town, and pulled up in front of the only motel. They ran in together, and were told by the desk clerk "Well, aren't you two lucky! You get the last room." 

He looked at her, and she smiled, "Sign in for us, honey." She took the key from the clerk, and they both went to get their bags from the car. They walked to the room, each giving the other surreptitious glances. 

Before they entered, he looked at her, "Are you sure about this?" She smiled and thought about teasing him and saying, "What, sharing a room? Where else would I stay?" But the time for playing hard to get had passed. She dropped her bags on the floor, cupped his face in her hands, and pressed a soft kiss upon his lips, before gently sucking on his lower lip. He dropped his bags and grabbed her, pulling her close to him, aggressively thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, her hands urgently caressing his back. She tugged him into the room, both of them quickly grabbing their bags and tossing them anywhere.

He kicked the door shut, and they both began tearing off their clothes. When they were naked, he grabbed her and threw her on the bed, jumping on it after her. She was giggling helplessly, but he soon stopped that by kissing her hard. She pressed herself against him, releasing a soft cry of pleasure as her naked skin touched his. She was so hot, and she felt his erection pressed against her thigh.

He pulled back to look at her, smiled as he saw her bare pussy, and slowly ran his finger over the already pouting lips. She hissed with pleasure, arching her hips toward his hand. He teased her, rubbing slow circles around her sensitive mound, just grazing her pussy lips. She moaned, parted her legs wide, and thrusts her hips at him impatiently. He softly laughed and told her, "We have one night, my lady. I'm going to use every minute of it, and I won't be rushed." 

She looked at him, dark brown eyes dazed with passion, and smiled wickedly, reaching out to caress his throbbing cock. "Oh you won't, huh?" she teased, her hand slowly stroking his hardness. He groaned and with great effort, restrained himself from pumping into her hand. She closed her fingers around him, pulling on his cock more firmly. She whispered, "I want you in my mouth." 

He slid his finger inside her pussy, and groaned as her tight wetness clutched at him. He pumped his finger in and out of her, and smiled when she squealed with pleasure, abruptly releasing his cock from her grasp. He gradually pulled his finger out and slipped it into his mouth. "Sweet as honey," he said.

He switched positions and lay on his side, his face in front of her pussy. He could smell her arousal and could see the juices beginning to glisten on her puffy lips. She moved her head so her mouth grazed the tip of his cock. Her tongue snaked out to lick the head. Unable to restrain himself, he buried his face in her wetness, his tongue plunging deep inside of her. He felt her moan against his cock and he closed his eyes when her hot mouth surround him and took him in. He felt his length steadily being enveloped by her soft mouth, and he groaned against her pussy when her mouth tightened around him. Her hands caressed his hips, then pulled him closer, his cock sinking deeper into her. He moved his mouth to her clit, licking it lightly, feeling it emerge from its hood. He closed his lips around it, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against it. She thrust her hips up, grinding her sex against his face, her moans vibrating along his shaft.

Both of them took their time, tongues sliding around each other's flesh, hands caressing and teasing, until their nerve endings were quivering. Pre-cum coated his cock, and she carefully licked it cleans, her tongue probing the tiny eye at the tip of his cock to make sure she got every drop. Her tongue licked around the sensitive area where the head met the shaft, before slipping downward over his length to find his ballsac. Her tongue traced tiny circles on the soft skin, before she sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time.

He slid one finger deep into her wetness, felt her hips jerk hard, and her moans tremble around his balls. He quickly slid in a second finger, pumping both in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hips began to move in quick, tight circles. Juices flowed from her pussy, and he put his tongue out to catch them and drink from her. She was sweet and salty and so delicious. His fingers moved repeatedly, her tight velvet walls gripping them.

She began to move uncontrollably, her mouth moving back up to his cock, her tongue swirling, caressing the veins that throbbed through its length, her hot wet mouth slurping noisily on his length, taking it deep into her mouth and throat as he pumped his hips hard. His balls were tight and high, filled with his hot, sticky cum. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Her head moved against him furiously, mouth sucking harder, faster, tilting her head slightly so he could fuck every single part of her mouth. The soft tissues of her mouth and throat caressed his length, one hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed, while the other fondled his taut ass and pulled him even deeper into her mouth.

He thrusts his fingers into her in an ever faster rhythm and he could hear her juicy pussy making lewd wet sounds. He felt it tighten around his fingers, and he sucked harder on her clit, nibbling at it, teeth lightly grazing him. He felt her body stiffen and then she exploded into a series of tiny contractions, her pussy flooding his face with her sweet juices, hips jerking, bucking wildly against his mouth and fingers.

He let himself go then, releasing jet after jet of thick white seed into her mouth, thrusting his hips hard into her, he felt her tongue licking him, urging him on. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, streams of hot cum filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed greedily, but some of it still escaped her, trickling out of the side of her mouth.

She let his now softening cock out of her mouth, giving it a tiny kiss. He fell back on the bed, eyes closed, breathing hard, his face coated with her juices. He felt the bed move as she shifted position, opened his eyes and smiled at her flushed and happy face, his cum on her lips and at the side of her mouth. He pulled her to him and they kissed, tasting each other, their sweat soaked bodies melding in a hot embrace. He whispered, "and that was just round one..."



It was a Dark and Stormy Night



My wife, Cathryn, and I had been married for several years. Being like-minded sexually we had always been very comfortable with each other. There was always more excitement than apprehension about trying new things. I guess that evening when we were trying to come up with something new we realized that we had done just about everything that we were comfortable with. We were looking back on our sexual history, trying to brainstorm something new. We had just about reached the end of the rope when I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do - or was even curious about. She said that she had never been with a woman or a black man, and she had never been with two men at the same time. I asked why she hadn't done any of those things. She said that she had been asked to do them, but another woman or black guys didn't really interest her. She had given serious thought to the threesome, but she felt uneasy being with guys she barely knew. She would've been in a bad spot if things got out of hand. I could understand completely, but this got me thinking. Then I had an idea. 

"Would you feel comfortable doing any of those things if I were there?" I asked. She didn't seem to know what I meant by my being there, so I proposed an idea. 

"What if you had a threesome with me and another man? Would you be comfortable with that?" 

She said that she would be quite a bit more comfortable with me there, but could I handle seeing her fuck someone else? I had thought about it from time to time, but I had never really seriously considered it. Cathryn was not exactly inhibited in bed and I was sure it would be a show if she did.

"I would rather be there and be a part of it and see you doing it than having you go off somewhere and not know." She agreed. 

Then I suggested that there might be a way to kill two birds with one stone. She looked at me quizzically. 

"What if you had a threesome with me and a black man? I would be there if anything got out of hand." 

She thought about it for a few moments, then said that she thought she might be able to do that. I told her that finding a third person might be a problem. I didn't want a complete stranger, yet I didn't know any black men that would go for something like this. She immediately answered that she did. 

I was sort of surprised at her selection. His name was Byron and he was a junior lawyer at the firm where she worked. Despite never actually meeting him, I had heard of Byron because it seemed that he was constantly hitting on my wife. She would always come home and tell me about the cheesy thing he said and then roll her eyes that he either didn't seem to get it, or he did, and this was one unusual way of interacting with a coworker. He would often ask her to go to bars with him, say how good she looked, or tell her that if she ever left me to call him - all of this at work. As a lawyer you would think that he would understand what sexual harassment is, but obviously he was thinking with the wrong head. 

However, I could also see why she had thought of him. He did have some good qualities. Apparently he was a handsome and smart man. He had put himself through college then law school by modeling on the side. Apparently some of the other women in the firm were impressed with his looks as well. More than once Cathryn wondered if he won cases on looks alone. I knew that Byron would accept, and his looks would make the sexual experience more acceptable to her. It was now just a question of when. 

We decided that it would be one Friday night after an office party. Somebody was retiring and there was going to be a party. She invited me so I could see everyone at her office. She wore a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. I had watched her put it on. She wore a black thong but no bra, she couldn't with this dress. She wiggled into the tight dress that really showed off her figure, especially her breasts, which protruded forward exposing half of her cleavage. She decided not to wear stockings, leaving her legs bare and visible from the knee down. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun and, aside from her wedding ring, the only jewelry that she wore was a tight necklace that had many short strands of beads and gems dangling down.

After mingling at the party for a couple of hours, my wife pointed out Byron to me. I could see why he was popular with the ladies. He was only 5'8", but definitely model material. Cathryn went over to talk to him while I stayed out of sight. I continued to mingle, and later Cathryn caught up to me, a smile on her face. 

I said, "Well..." 

She said that he would be over. I asked what she told him to get to accept. She said that she had invited him over, saying that she wanted to do something wild with a couple of guys while her husband was be out of town. Would he be interested in being one of the guys? As expected, he accepted. She told him how to get to our place and to be there in two hours. I could only imagine what Byron thought when she told him to come over.

We arrived home a few minutes early. Cathryn opened a bottle of wine and set out some candles in the living room. I asked her if she was ready. Cathryn gave me a nervous smile and said, "I think so." Cathryn finished a small glass of wine while we waited. I was as nervous as I was aroused, and I wondered if Cathryn felt the same way. However, before I could ask, the doorbell rang. 

Byron arrived right on time and we were finally formally introduced, albeit I was simply the 'other man'. We sat in the living room, Byron and I on separate couches across from each other and Cathryn in a chair by herself, and made small talk for a while as we sipped wine. Byron couldn't keep his eyes off my wife. 

When we had finished the wine we all just sat and looked at each other for a minute, unsure what to do. I asked Cathryn why she was doing something like this, was her husband not good? She said no, her husband was very good one-on-one, but she wanted to try a threesome and he didn't. Byron, his candor unrestrained by not knowing who I was, said to me that he had been after Cathryn for some time, and was wondering when she was going to give in. Cathryn shook her finger at him in warning and told him not to get too big of a head because he wasn't her first choice. Byron laughed and said that was fine just as long as he was there. 

There was another pause, which I broke by asking Cathryn what she had in mind for tonight. Cathryn, slightly embarrassed, just smiled and looked at the coffee table for a moment. Then she regained her composure, smiled again, shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know." 

I could tell that she really didn't know. She would need an idea to help her get started. Then I looked at Cathryn and said, "Why don't we start with your removing that dress." Byron liked the idea, sitting back and saying, "Yes, I agree."

I think I caught her off guard a little, my making such a bold suggestion to my wife in front of a stranger. While willing to do it - that was the whole point of the gathering - I could tell that she was still a little hesitant. 

She sat there for what seemed like minutes just smiling weakly at me. Then there was the way she was smiling. I couldn't tell if she was getting used to the idea or giving me time to understand that this would be the point of no return. Probably both. I looked at her trying to get a definite signal from her, but she just sat there like a statue. Then, like the person who is about to lose their last article of clothing at a game of strip poker, she said 'Ok', and she set her wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up next to her chair. I felt the blood simultaneously rush to my head and my cock.

She was a picture of elegance as she stood there. Then, very calmly, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. One at a time she lifted her arms out of the straps while alternately holding the top of the dress against her chest with the opposite hand. She smiled a little and, while covering her breasts with her hands, let the dress slide down to her waist where a slightly outthrust waist stopped it. Watching Cathryn made my cock rock hard. I felt like a stranger myself watching someone else's wife undress. I wanted to fuck her more than Byron did. 

She stood there for a minute smiling at us, either trying to work up the courage to finish or taunting our attention. Byron and I both gave her a look of, "Well, what are you waiting for" 

Even thought the room was only illuminated by candles, I could see her cheeks get a little red with embarrassment. Then she wiggled her hips a little, and the dress fell to the floor. My wife was now only wearing a black thong and her high heel shoes. We admired her for a moment then Byron said, "Turn around." She turned around slowly and Byron leaned forward to get a better view. I thought Byron was going to cum in his pants when he saw her from behind. 

She faced us and smiled. Byron said, "Damn, you sure are hot." Cathryn gave an embarrassed smile and looked at me. I made a comment about my dick getting hard just watching her and that her husband was a lucky man indeed. That comment made her smile. 

There was a pause and then Cathryn said, "Now you guys." You didn't have to tell Byron twice. He stood up and took his tie, shirt, and pants off. He had a hard on his briefs could hardly contain. I simply sat there, watching my wife watch him undress. The dimly lit room made him seem like a featureless black figure. 

Byron looked at me and saw that I hadn't undressed, or even moved for that matter. He asked, "You getting in on this?" I said that I was happy to just watch for now, but not to worry, I would definitely join in later. 

He walked over and stood in front of her, looking her up and down. I can only imagine how long he had wanted to fuck her. Apparently he had fucked most of the single women at work, and now Cathryn was next. He slid his briefs down and let his dick point straight out at her. Cathryn had a serious expression on her face as she watched him, her hands still covering her breasts. He leaned towards her slowly and she leaned back in unison until her back was against the wall behind her. The smiling had stopped and she seemed hesitant. I wondered if she was having second thoughts. At that time it was easy to imagine how uncomfortable she would've been had I not been there.

He moved closer to her, his dick poised at her crotch, and put his hands on her hips. She just stared at him, silently contemplating what was going to happen. He wrapped his thumbs in the straps of her thong and began to slide them over her hips. He guided the thong down her legs to her ankles where he whispered for her to lift her leg a little. He put the dress and the thong in the chair next to them and turned his attention back to Cathryn. 

My heart beat in my chest a million times a second. My wife was naked and with a man who saw her as nothing more than a sex object. More than that, she was going to be that object.

He knelt down before her. Cathryn, having gone back as far as she could, was now standing against the wall. Unable to back away any further, Byron put his hands on her hips and buried his face in her crotch. After spreading her legs a little, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips to him. She looked around the room, her eyes stopping when they reached me. She had a look of 'it's happening'. 

I took my cock out of my pants so she could see how hard I was. She smiled, but that was interrupted as Byron slid a couple of fingers into her as he worked with his tongue. Cathryn finally took her hands off of her breasts, using them to brace herself against the wall, and let out a sharp "Ahh." I began to stroke myself as I watched my wife, naked and spread-eagle against a wall, get masturbated by Byron's tongue. 

Cathryn smiled at me coyly, staring at my cock as Byron worked on her clit. I think she realized that she was putting on a show, and her smile changed as though to tell me, 'Someone else is getting me off. I hope you enjoy it.' 

Byron lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder so that it was draped across his back. It struck me how my wife's alabaster white skin shone so brightly against the dark blackness of his back. I stroked faster as her expression told me that she was going to cum. Trying hard to keep her balance, composure, and eye on my stroking, she began to pant, "Oh...Yes..." over and over until the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her. 

I thought she would fall over, but Byron held her up as he continued to lick and probe her, prolonging her orgasm. I love watching Cathryn orgasm anyway, someone else causing it was a new twist. 

Byron stopped and stood up allowing Cathryn to catch her breath. He looked back at me and said, "Looks like someone's ready to go." I said, "Yes, but now it her turn." Cathryn fired a confused and slightly worried glance my way. I removed the rest of my clothes and walked around behind the largest couch, which sat nearly in the middle of the room. The couch had a wide shelf-like back with thick pillows, and I motioned for her to come to me. She complied, but looked at me cautiously, wondering what in the world I had in mind. I said, "Ok, you've had your orgasm. Now it's Byron's turn." 

She fired a glance at me as thought I she thought I was enjoying this a little too much. I told her to lie down on the back of the couch face up. Before she could ask what was going to happen, I raised one of her legs up and rested it on my shoulder then slid my fingers into her. I motioned for Byron to come over and stand by her head. He admired her naked body for a moment, then put his hands on her D-cup breasts. He felt her up and then slowly ran his dick across one of her breasts. Then up her chest and neck, over her chin and across her mouth. He stopped with the end of his dick at the corner of her mouth. Responding to my finger fucking, and not knowing exactly what to do, she reached out and took Byron's cock in her hand. 

I know where all of Cathryn's buttons are and since she was already aroused, it only took a few moments until she was wriggling and panting from my touch. I silently motioned for Byron to put his dick in her mouth. He turned her head towards him and slid his dick into her. She let out a muffle that told me that she wasn't quite ready for him. There was nothing she could do, between my finger fucking and Byron's dick in her mouth, it was all she could do to breathe. I watched as he held her head still and repeatedly pumped himself into her mouth, telling her how good her mouth felt. 

My wife loves giving head to me. She has done it in nearly every place imaginable and she has gotten very good at it over the years. It is her way of telling me that she wants me inside her - and soon. This was different. Now I was watching another man hold my wife's head and fuck her in the mouth. And I told him to do it. Byron watched with obvious satisfaction as his black dick disappeared into Cathryn's white face. 

It didn't take long for him to cum. I increased my pace to bring Cathryn to orgasm with him. As the pangs of orgasm overtook her Byron came, pouring cum into her mouth. Her mouth filled, she had no choice but to swallow.

Byron and I backed off so she could sit up and get her breath. I asked if she was all right. She breathed a yes and gave me a look as to say that that idea was very evil. After a few minutes Cathryn had regained her composure and looked at me and joked, "No more of your ideas for a while. Go sit over there. You're going to kill me." We chuckled and I took my seat. She stood by the end of the couch, her back to Byron, but facing me. I was still rock hard, and asked the general question, "What's next?" Before she had a chance to say anything, Byron slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Cathryn let out a yelp and I knew by the way that she thrust her hips forward that he had poked her, and probably was still doing so.

I was sitting in front of her and she was staring at my still rock hard cock. Then I saw her shift her legs apart a little, and Byron whisper something to her. I couldn't hear what he said to her, and her expression didn't change. She just looked at me and said, "Yes." Byron whispered something else. Still looking at me she said, "Yes, I want you to fuck me." She smiled at me when she said it. Not because she was eager to fuck Byron, but because she wanted to stir something in me. 

It worked. Her words and smile both terrified and excited me. I love my wife. I also love fucking my wife, and after we were married, I thought I would be the last man to be inside her. I was jealous that someone else was going to fuck Cathryn, but it excited me that she wanted me to see it, and to get off on it. 

My wife slowly leaned forward and put her hands on the arm of the couch. Constantly staring at my cock, she spread her legs and pushed her ass out a little, the heels she was still wearing kept her legs straight. She positioned herself so I would see everything, and the Mona Lisa smile on her face was unmistakable. 'I'm going to let this man fuck me and you're going to watch. I hope you enjoy it.' 

My heart raced with nervous anticipation in seeing another man fuck my wife. I wanted to see her fucked, but now it was going to happen. All I could do was stoke my rock hard cock and watch the show she put on for me. 

The pained expression on her face as she opened her mouth and inhaled sharply told me that he had entered her. Byron had his hands on her hips and was slowly sliding himself into her. We watched each other closely. We were more interested in each other's reaction. 

While arousing, I'm sure my expression gave away the fact that I couldn't believe that someone else was inside my wife. And by the look on her face, it seemed like she couldn't believe it either. Cathryn, her mouth open, exhaled each time Byron filled her up. I wanted to walk up and put my cock in her mouth. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to stop it, and I didn't.

As Byron picked up the pace it became increasingly difficult for her to keep her focus on my cock. The things I was used to and loved from her during sex began to emerge. Her breasts swung back and forth with each thrust. Her breathing turned to panting and her eyes closed. She became more vocal as the pace picked up, moaning and uttering long drawn-out 'ahs' accentuated by high inflection as Byron filled her up. 

Byron slowly picked up the pace until he was fucking her with abandon. He had one hand on her shoulder and was pulling her toward him as he thrust. Her ass rippled with each impact, her tits swinging in rhythm. Yet somehow now, despite the force, she managed to keep her eyes open and on me. 

I was stroking my cock to the surreal sight of my wife being fucked. Seeing this she forced a quick smile through the involuntary responses and began simultaneously provoking both Byron and myself by shouting things like, "Oh, Byron, Yes!" and, "Oh, yeah, fuck me!" Shouting like this wasn't something that she normally did, and its effect wasn't lost. 

The encouragement worked for Byron. He reached out and took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back while holding her back down with the other hand. Cathryn was now bent over and looking straight ahead. She was obviously immobilized and could do nothing but take the repeated thrusts of his cock into her. 

I could see that she occasionally tried to watch me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I couldn't help but wonder how much she liked having a black man take her like this and fuck her. I imagined a different scenario, one where I wasn't there. Where she had brought home someone she had just met, letting them pleasure themselves with her body. Would it look like what I was watching?




It was a Dark and Stormy Night



Byron released the hold he had on her hair and began to slow down. His panting told me that he was going to cum. Cathryn knew it also, and once again she surprised me. Slowly rocking back and forth, she looked at me, smiled, bit her lower lip. I could tell she was up to something. I soon found out what it was. 

Without breaking eye contact with me she turned her head to speak to Byron. Sensing his impending orgasm she said, "Oh yes, Byron. Cum in me." Then smiled a sly smile that said 'I'm letting another man cum in me, and you're going to watch'. She wanted to keep the heat up as long as possible. Feeling Byron's dick throb inside her, she said, "Oh yes. Give it to me. Yes." And I masturbated as I watched another man pump his sperm into my wife. He pulled out and Cathryn stood up straight and several deep breaths, occasionally looking at and smiling at me. Byron waved his hand and said that it was up to me, he was tired. 

Still seated in my chair, I had Cathryn kneel in front of me and suck the cum out of my cock. I couldn't imagine how much cum Cathryn had inside her, but I was going to add more. She lay back on the floor and motioned for me to come to her. She pulled me on top of her and reached down to put my cock inside her. 

Keeping up appearances, she told me to fuck her before her husband came home. We smiled at each other and she practically screamed encouragement as I thrust myself into her. She came quickly, something she didn't do with Byron, and when she was recovering I let myself go to orgasm. 

Before leaving Byron made a comment about how wild she was doing something like this. She said something about how everyone should try something like this once. I knew that she meant there wouldn't be another time. She smiled at me as Byron and I exited. I returned after Byron had drove off. As I walked in, without a word, Cathryn pulled the long T-shirt she was wearing off and pulled me into the bedroom where we fucked the rest of the night.



It was a Dark and Stormy Night



Laurie O'Donnell stepped off the bus and underneath the bus stop shelter long enough to pull her umbrella out of her backpack. She ran up the block to her apartment complex, but it was because of the rain, not any urgency to be home. Her boyfriend Rick was going to be late at the law school library again; between his classes and his new clerkship at the state courthouse, she only ever saw him for a few minutes in the morning. She was finding herself getting used to evenings of leftovers, a little homework, and then falling asleep in front of the TV. 

On top of all that, she had found herself feeling uncharacteristically horny all day. It wasn't her period, and Laurie usually had no problem saving those kinds of thoughts for Rick, but she had found herself looking at random guys in class and hoping one of them would rip her clothes off and bend her over. She had even caught herself fantasizing about her biology professor, and he was pushing sixty. Maybe I'll just take a long bath and then pull out my vibrator, Laurie thought as she hurried down the sidewalk. I think it's at the back of my sock drawer.

She arrived at the apartment building and passed by Katie Lang stepping into her place carrying a handful of mail. She had moved into the apartment down the way at the beginning of fall term, and the two of them had chatted a little while doing laundry or crossing paths in the complex; Laurie had even had her and her husband over to dinner on one of the rare nights that Rick was home. She couldn't say she knew Katie well, but Laurie still admired her. Not only was she outspoken and funny, but she was gorgeous: red hair with alabaster skin and perfectly shaped legs that she regularly showed off with her short skirts. None of their conversations had ever grown more personal than classes or their favorite movies, but there were a few times when Laurie looked into Katie's aqualine green eyes and thought she had seen a yearning, an inquisitiveness, a passion that had so far remained entirely unspoken. 

Maybe we ought to invite her back over to dinner one of these times, Laurie thought as she unlocked her dead bolt. She had barely had time to close the door and slip out of her coat when the doorbell rang. 

She opened the door. *Study group's not tonight, is it?* she wondered.

Katie was standing there, huddled underneath the awning. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pleated Catholic girls' skirt without nylons. Her arms were folded tight and she was trying to keep warm.

"You're late," Katie said. "Where have you been?"

Laurie was confused. "Well, I missed my bus. Were we supposed to do something?"

"Hel-lo. Tonight's the night when we..." She gestures with her hand "Remember?"

"That was tonight? I thought it was next week."

"No, it's tonight. When you're feeling horny and your boyfriend's gone?"

"I'm sorry. My boyfriend's gone every night. It must have slipped my mind. Come in, come in." 

Katie had barely closed the door behind when Laurie reached for her waist and pulled her close.

"Woah, woah, woah," Katie said, pushing her back. "You are new at this, aren't you? We're supposed to talk a little first. Bluth will never this story published if we start going at it on the first page."

"Published?" Laurie asked. "I thought that these kinds of things only wound up on erotica web pages."

"Well, he's not sure what he'll do with it, but even erotica has a basic structure. Let's sit down." Katie crossed over to the couch as Laurie walked back into the kitchen. 

"Are we supposed to drink wine or something like that? I think there's some red in here."

"Naw," Katie replied. "Actually, I'd kill for a beer right now. Got anything?"

Laurie reached into the fridge for one of Rick's cans of PBR. "So the guy writing this is named Bluth?"

"Yeah, Bluth. Rhymes with 'Ruth'."

"Does he write this sort of thing?"

"Actually, he mainly does poetry. He's had some things published in little magazines, plus some record reviews here and there. Nothing big."

"So he's never done this sort of thing before?"

"No, but I think it'll turn out okay. You can tell from our dialogue that he knows how to form a coherent sentence. We could have wound up with a lot worse."

Laurie walked back into the living room and handed Katie the can before sitting down next to her on the couch. Katie pulled back the tab and took a long swig.

"So," Laurie asked. "Should I put some some music on? There's some jazz and some Ani DiFranco"

"Mmmg," Katie answered as she swallowed and set the beer on the coffee table. "You can if you want. Frankly, I usually just tune out whatever's around me once I get going."

"That's alright. So how is this going to work?"

"Well, basically, we'll kiss a little here and then I'll nuzzle you for a bit. Then I'll unbutton your blouse and start sucking on your tits. After a little bit of that, we'll go into the bedroom. You have a problem with oral sex?"

"No. It's tough to get Rick to do it, actually."

"Good, that'll play in well with the she-was-better-than-my-boring-old-boyfriend angle. Do you come a lot when you orgasm?"

"I guess."

"That's good, too, because these stories love it when we gush. If you could be explosive about it, that'd help. Run your fingers through my hair after you come and kiss me hard." 

Laurie reached over to the beer and took a sip. "I'm still confused. If we know what we're going to do, then why do have to to sit and talk first."

Katie sighed. "To fill space, really. A lot of female-centered erotica makes a big show about how deeply our emotions run, so we're supposed to spend time being coy and slowly admitting to how we've always felt before we finally get down to it. A lot of the websites insist that these aren't stroke stories, but I think that's bull. Would anybody read these things if the lonely businesswoman and the hunky bartender just flirted, said 'goodbye', and that was it?"

"I see," Laurie said. She reached over, took Katie's hand, and started to stroke it with her thumb. "Have we talked enough yet?"

"I can tell you were written by a man," Katie chuckled. "You definitely have that whole cut-to-the-chase mentality. I hear that's how gay guys go about it. No real foreplay, no talk, just in and out." She took the can from Laurie and drained the last of the beer from it. "I almost forgot. What kind of underwear are you wearing?'"

"I don't know. My normal kind?"

"Are they granny panties?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"That won't work. Do you have a thong?"

"No. I have these purple bikini things Rick bought me last Valentine's Day."

"Go change into those. And put your jeans back on, too. Me pulling them off you is supposed to be a big deal."

Laurie got up and went into the bedroom. "Do you mind if I smoke?" Katie asked.

"No, go ahead."

Katie pulled her pack and lighter out of her pocket. She had gotten a few drags out when Laurie returned to her place on the couch. Katie slid the butt through the hole on the can. They stared at each other for a moment.

"Well, I think we've gone on for long enough," Katie said. "You ready?"

Laurie nodded. She could see that Katie wasn't wearing a bra; her erect nipples were jutting against her t-shirt. Katie reached her hand around Laurie's neck and pulled her in.

"Remember, think soft, and don't rush. We've got plenty of time."

Since Katie had told Laurie what was going to happen in the living room, they were able to cut right to the bedroom. With Laurie lying back on her bed, Katie suckled her breasts (first right, then left), then began to work her way down Laurie's side and down over her flat, taut stomach. When her lips reached the rim of Laurie's waist, Katie reached up, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off and onto the floor. She nuzzled her way back up Laurie's leg and up to her crotch. Katie then began to lick Laurie's pussy through the purple underwear. Laurie's entire body buckled.

"That tickles!"

"Shhh," Katie replied as she stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head in one swift movement. In contrast to Laurie's darker red nipples, Katie's were a light-pink color that made Laurie think of seashells. Katie then bent over Laurie and began to rub her breasts all up and down her body, stopping to kiss when she reached Laurie's face. She then lifted her own left breast and held it before Laurie's mouth.

"Suck on it. Don't bite."

Laurie took the breast in her hands and slid the nipple inbetween her lips, sucking in even motions. Katie gasped and felt herself starting to go wet. *This might go alright after all*, she thought.

After a minute of this, Katie pulled herself free and crouched back down before Laurie's cunt. Looping her thumbs through the waistband, Katie pulled the panties away and rolled them down off over her legs.

"I'm going to eat you out again. Just breathe. You're doing fine."

Parting her lips with her fingertips, Katie began licking at the folds in smooth, even motions. She could taste Laurie's juices begin to flow, and she could hear her moaning. Katie quickly found the clit and took it inbetween the gap in her teeth. Laurie spasmed. 

Katie looked up. "You can't come quite yet. Try and draw it out. Waves of bliss. Just keep saying that to yourself."

Laurie wasn't sure what that was supposed to do, but she went ahead and repeated it in her head: *Waves of bliss, waves of bliss, waves of bliss.* Sure enough, Laurie could feel her orgasm slowing down and stretching out as Katie continued sucking at her clit. Her gasps grew closer together as she continued to build; closer together, closer together until she let out one long moan and she finally exploded into Katie's waiting mouth. Spasms erupted down her body as Katie continued to lick her snatch clean. Laurie's chest heaved for breath as her body finally came to rest. Katie then turned her head and began to nibble at her inner thigh, but Laurie sat up, reached underneath, grabbed Katie's arms, and pulled her body up until they were eye-level. 

Laurie grabbed Katie's chin and pulled her lips to hers. They kissed: softly at first, but within seconds their tongues were twirling around in each other's mouths. Katie had been right. Laurie had just come harder than she ever had with Rick. She pulled away from Katie's mouth and began nuzzling at her ear.

"Do you think we could turn this into a novel?" Laurie whispered.

Katie laughed, then turned Laurie's lips back to hers. They kissed for a moment as Laurie pulled her down onto the bed. Laurie tilted her head to nuzzle Katie's ear.

"I'm serious," she said. "I wasn't just being rhetorical. Can we?"

Katie gently twisted her head away from Laurie's mouth, then reached up to stroke her hair.

"Bluth isn't anywhere near ready to start a novel," Katie answered. "And even if he was, he certainly wouldn't spend all that time and energy on us. Besides, what are we supposed to do? Fuck for two hundred pages?"

"No, no. That was great just now, and you're great, but that's what I mean. Something real, not just the sex stuff. Something about us."

"Then we'd have to deal with your boyfriend and my husband and decide if we keep this secret or not. Plus I was molested when I was a kid. Trust me, there's a reason these stories end when they do."

Laurie lifted herself up on her elbow and turned her body so that her back now faced Katie's chest. She snuggled back and let Katie's body spoon hers.

"So this is it?"

Katie reached up her hand and set it on Laurie's right shoulder.

"Yes."

They lay still for a moment or so.

"Mono no aware," Laurie said.

"What's that?"

"Mono no aware. It's Japanese. It means feeling peacefully sad when you realize that everything passes."

"That's lovely."

"We were talking about it in film class last week."

Katie placed a single kiss on the back of her neck. "I'm sorry."

Laurie reached up to her shoulder and pulled Katie's hand over to her lips. She kissed each finger, one by one... 



It was a Dark and Stormy Night



It was a dark and stormy night...

The wind howled outside, a mournful, yet erotic song that was both hauntingly lonely and powerfully commanding. Sleet slapping against the window glass provided a subtle counterpoint, a tattletale melody, harmonizing with the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. 

Occasionally, the crackling gave way to an explosive popping that sent embers shooting upward, illuminating her face in a golden burst. 

It was a light and sound spectacular that no nightclub could match; Music to which we loved to dance. Reclined. Supine. Intertwined.

She lay atop the faux fur rug in one of my white dress shirts, each crackle of the fire creating a new, stark, erotic snapshot for my mind to process and store away. Soft hair framing a beautiful face. Pale skin against the crisp shirt. The shadow of her hardened nipples beneath the starched fabric.

My arms found her in the darkness, my lips brushing the smooth skin at her neck. Her lips moved to devour mine, tongue probing. I felt her body against me, her hips pressing in repeated silent urging. 

She placed both hands against my shoulders and pressed me onto the rug. I tilted my head back and watched the upside down image of snow swirling up, accumulating on the quarter pane. Its texture was powdery. Light. Stark against the obsidian night. I felt her breath. Her mouth.

I pushed against the rug with my elbows, raising up just as she enveloped the blood-gorged head between ruby lips. I felt her tongue play along the shaft. I moaned like the wind outside. She sucked me deeper, taking the base of my shaft in one hand and lowering her hot mouth down the rest. Her eyes watched me, studied my every reaction. She was welcoming me into her comfort; I was luxuriating in her shelter.

She turned slowly, lifting one leg over and settling in reverse on top of me. I lifted the shirttail and sampled both of the offered buds. I pursed my lips and blew softly. Her nether lips parted against the urging of my tongue and she bathed my chin in a warm wash of desire. 

Her vocal pleasure vibrated along my hardened shaft and she took me even deeper as her body shuddered, shaking not from the cold of the night but from the heat of my mouth.

The storm had intensified.

She turned away from the fire, pressing her mouth to mine, combining our flavors as her fingers gently wiped the traces of her passion from my cheeks. Her tongue coaxed life from mine and they danced together before surrendering the shelter of the kiss. She moved over me again, this time with her hands against my shoulders and her legs parted over my tumescent desire.

She wore nothing under the shirt. I wore nothing but a light sheen of perspiration that had little to do with the fire.

I felt the brief sensation of her wetness against my hardness before she raised up on her knees and drew me into her. Tight. Slick. Velvet.

The staccato precipitation beat against the house, wanting to join us. Inside, the atmosphere was hot. From the fire? From us?

A dancing amber light washed over the beautiful creature riding me, her face frozen in a pleasure mask. My hands sought her breasts and found only fabric. The storm had infected me. Possessed of the violence outside, I ripped the shirt open, sending the buttons scattering like ice pellets against the hardwood floor. I kneaded her soft breasts in my hands. I needed to feel them against my lips. 

Pressing the nipple with my tongue, I pushed it deep into her breast, then closed my lips around the aureole and slowly sucked it back into my mouth. 

She moaned and I felt her react, gripping me harder inside her, grinding her hips. Her mortar. My pestle.

We were both beyond words, beyond any outside forces, but keenly cognizant of each other. Our universe stopped at the boundary of our skin and merged at its juncture. Her eyes were locked on mine. She knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling, even as I understood her wordless desire. In this brief moment, there was no storm, no fire, no house, no universe. We were alone in each other.

I could feel her climax building before I heard it. Her eyes opened wide, her face a mixture of surprise and pleasure and pain and hunger and need and comprehension. 

Then I heard her. 

I love that sound. And as I heard it, I joined her, filling her with a hot wash and my own animal cries of passion spent.

Then she lay still against me, breathing heavily against my own rapidly rising and falling chest. My fingers felt the dampness of her skin. 

The fire had died down to glowing embers. The wind outside had become a gentle purr.

Our lips were perfectly aligned and we kissed as if all time had been suspended. 

Another storm was coming and we let it build slowly.



It was a Dark and Stormy Night...



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