0 comments/ 10296 views/ 0 favorites Perfect Storm By: InNeed101 The weather reports on the television set were coming in fast and furiously now. "Sustained winds now reaching 30 miles and hour with wind gusts up to 50. We anticipate the eye of the hurricane to hit us within two hours with eye wall winds reaching upwards of 130 miles per hour." Paul looked over to Sasha and said, "Now's as good a time as any. Not too strong, not too weak." They had been planning this as soon as it was apparent the storm track indicated it was heading in their direction. The sexual excitement of what they were wanting to do was surpassed only by the uncertainty of the detrimental effects of the category 3 hurricane heading their way. But how often does a chance like this come along? The had showered and prepared in a fashion as to make it a truly sensuous experience. He shaved his face as close as possible and splashed on her favorite cologne, putting on her favorite blue satin boxer shorts. She also shaved herself as smooth as possible and dressed in a way sure to keep his visual senses reeling; She slithered into his favorite black satin bustier, her full breasts amply filling the cups. The lace covered garters attached the bustier to the lacy tops of the black, seamed, silk stockings. Her feet were supported by her personal favorites, her black, patent-leather "Fuck-Me" pumps with the 4" heels. Finishing the ensemble was the matching black satin robe with the lace fringe. She then carefully applied her eye shadow and rouge, finishing up with the blood-red lipstick and lip gloss. Slight but deliberate applications of a light perfume in all the right places topped off the scene. Paul turned off the television and walked over to the double French doors leading to the back yard of their ranch-style home and noted the tall palm trees swaying in the wind. The rain was more of a mist but the clouds dark and angry. Sasha walked up to him and they looked at each other briefly. He stood back to take in her magnificent beauty. His pulse quickened at the sight and smell of her and smiled broadly, almost child-like. Smirking at the control she obviously held over her lover, she opened the doors and the wind began whistling through the house. She took his hand and lead him out trough the large manicured yard to the pool deck, their skin beginning to feel the moist droplets. Her beautiful fiery-red hair swirled around her face and she momentarily closed her eyes, allowing the power of the wind to carry her mind off to a fantastic world of sexual anticipation. Her heels clicked on the wooden deck next to the poolside fountain made of stone. The water was still running into the pool as he had forgotten to turn it off. However, the sound was beginning to be drowned out by the increasing winds of the approaching storm. She stopped in front of one of the deck chairs and turned around. They were both wrapped up in the scene now. There was no turning back. He leaned in close to the nape of her neck, and breathed in the intoxicating combination of smells, her perfume mixed with her heated flesh. He reached underneath the robe flapping about from the wind and gently touched the tips of his fingers against her sides. The heat of her body underneath the satin made him hunger for her. He began planting small wet kisses on her neck as she leaned her head back. He then reached up to her shoulders and ran his fingers down her arms, dropping the robe. But it never touched the ground as the increasing winds whisked it up over their heads and off toward the neighbor's house behind them. He continued kissing the left side of her neck as he gently placed his opposite hand on her right cheek, gently running his fingertips down her cheeks, back toward the indent behind her ear, and down to the front of her cleavage. Her breathing came in more rapidly and shortened gasps. Her hands began their own search as she began running them over his chest. She took the lead and began nibbling on his neck, sending shivers up and down his spine. As the misty droplets coming down became larger, she sat down in the deck chair and slowly lowered his boxers, staring up into his wanting eyes. As he stepped out of his boxers, they too flew off, adding to the delicate debris of the storm. She slowly began caressing the base of his cock and watched the material fly into the sliding glass door of the single male neighbor, Michael. To her surprise, she noticed him looking out the glass, apparently for signs of the impending storm, only to be alarmed at the articles of clothing raining down on his property. As Michael's eyes darted around, they finally settled onto the scene being played out in his neighbor's yard. When Sasha was satisfied that they were discovered, she poured more emotion into her role than ever before. She lowered her head toward Paul's hardening shaft, slowly extending her tongue out through the glossy red lips to swirl it around the head. Her attempts to moisten his cock were simply for show, as the rain performed the act already. After licking up and down the shaft several times and bringing him to full attention, she finally, deliberately, and slowly engulfed him with her mouth. Her open mouth slowly lowered down over his throbbing member, the heat of her breath in stark contrast to the cooling winds whipping the rain about. When she reached the bottom, she clamped her red lips around the base just above his sac and, with the sucking force of a tornado, slowly raised her head up, painting him with the red hue of her lipstick. Paul's head fell back and his eyes clamped shut, relishing the experience. As the droplets came down larger still, She sped up her ministrations and glanced over at Michael, who was now rubbing the large mound obvious inside his shorts. She increased her pace in earnest, lowering her head to Paul's sac and sucking with mind-blowing intensity as she came back up. After only a few feverish minutes, Paul quickly pulled back as he did not want to blow too soon and was closing in on that exquisite moment. He reached down and gently pulled her wet-stockinged legs down toward the end of the deck chair, leaning over her long enough to run his fingers through her sopping wet hair and give a deep, lingering kiss. He then trailed his kisses down to her breasts which, one by one, he pulled out of the cups of the bustier, and began licking small circles around. He took the left one in his mouth and began sucking. Her response was automatic as the nipple hardened in his mouth and, as it did so, he began using his teeth, nibbling on it. He shared the experience with the right in much the same fashion. He kissed his way down her wet satin-encased belly as she turned her head toward Michael. He was now free of his shorts and was visibly aroused, his large member only half covered by his hand as it slowly stroked up and down. His other hand was against the glass of the door to brace himself. His mouth was half open, entranced by the show going on. After planting more small kisses on either side of her swollen lips, Paul finally reciprocated her earlier ministrations by flattening out his tongue and ever so slowly licked from the bottom of her drenched slit to the tip of her now engorged clit. Sasha let her head fall back on the lounge, the rain splashing her face in the most erotic of fashions, her fingers interlaced in Paul's hair, attempting to guide his head closer to her sensuality. But he continued the exquisitely slow, long, wet kisses. Her moans began a little louder than usual. As his tongue flicked quicker over her clit, she allowed yet louder moans to escape her mouth, overtaking the sound of increasing winds, rain, and creaking of the leaning palm trees. Finally, she tensed up, arched her back, and gave Paul her liquid appreciation. He held on tight and swallowed as much as she offered. Taking a moment to experience the ebbing waves of pleasure, she looked over at Michael, whose mouth was wide open and his hand in more deliberate motions on his cock, whose mushroom head was as large as the small oranges grown in local groves. Paul moved up over her and placed his own large cock head at her entrance. She took firm hold of it, gave it a slight squeeze, and guided it into her. He placed her legs on his shoulders. His first strokes were slow. But as the rain began pouring down in waves, he increased his speed, slapping his sac against her. He took one of her heeled shoes and began licking the rain drops off, giving proper homage to her petite and glorious feet. The sight of this brought her to another orgasm and she screamed this time. She looked over at Michael, whose image was blurred by the rivulets of water cascading down the glass. But his excitement was obvious as his hand was a frenzy over his cock. Paul continued his furious pace as thunder pounded several miles' distant. At the sound of this, he rolled his head back and groaned loudly, forcefully shooting spurt after powerful spurt deep into her hot and greedy pussy. He stayed inside Sasha for a minute, feeling the whipping rain against his face and the aftershocks within his soul. Then, without warning, he pulled out and went down to clean her hole. Surprised, Sasha screamed out again and looked over at Michael, who when their eyes met, began shooting thick strings of gooey cum all over the inside of the glass. She was unable to hear him over the howling of the wind, but she saw his mouth wide open and knew it was as loud inside the residence. Watching Michael cum, mixed with the feeling as Paul used his tongue to scoop out their combined juices was too much for Sasha to bear and she too released, again filling Paul's mouth. After he'd had his fill, Paul lifted Sasha off the deck chair and kissed her hard, sharing the mixture of their passion. As the lightening began hitting closer, Paul knew they had pushed it as far as they should and grabbed Sasha by the hand, leading her back into the house. As she followed, she looked over toward Michael's sliding glass door. His cum still slid down the inside but Michael was nowhere to be found. She wondered if Michael would ride out the storm as well as she and Paul would. Perfect Storm We curl up on the couch, a warm coco in one hand and you in my other arm. It is raining outside, and I can hear it pattering against the bay window that overlooks the Melbourne harbor. A small fire is going I realize this is one of those fleeting moments when all is right with the world. It is Saturday day morning and we woke up late. We had spent the previous evening at a party and then made love to the wee hours of the morning when we got home. Now it is time for relaxing and enjoying each other's company. I am wearing some old comfortable pajama bottoms, and you are wearing the matching top. Both our hair is still a little disheveled, but you are still very beautiful to me. You snuggle in closer to me and I can still smell the remains of your perfume from last night. I pull my arm around you closer and can feel you breast pushing against my arm through the thin material of the pajama top. Mmmm, it is so soft and you feel and smell so good. My relaxed cock now starts to stir and move along my leg. I place my empty cup on the side table and then slide that hand under your arm and around your waist pulling you tightly into me. I hear you give a little satisfied moan and I smile. As I hold you close I bend my head forward and start to give you small kisses on the back of your neck. Immediately I can see the goose bumps rise on your bear legs. I smile. I continue kissing my way around your neck and start to nibble on your ear. This causes you to take in a sharp breath. And although I can't see them, I know your nipples became immediately hard. Your hand has now started to massage my leg. And though you may not have seen the subtle stirring of my cock earlier, you can't miss it now as it starts to tent up along the legs of my pajama pants. "Humm, didn't I satisfy you enough last night?" You fain a pout. "I can never get enough of you," I whisper as my hands come up and cup your breasts over the pajamas. My hands confirming your nipples are as hard as my cock is quickly becoming. "Mmmm" You moan, "Don't stop." Your hand has found my now almost fully erect cock and is tracing lines up and down along its outline through my pajama leg. Now it is my turn to let out a low moan. "Like what you find there?" I ask. My hands now actively rubbing and massaging your breasts. "Mmmm Humm." you reply. You then pull my hands away from your breasts and push your self up away from me off the couch. Before I have time to complain, you turn around and kneel in front of me. "Looks like it's time for my harmonica lesson." you tease. "Practice, practice, practice." I tease back. You reach out and open the two buttons holding my fly closed. I watch your hand disappear inside and a moment latter emerges with its prize. You rap your fingers around as best you can, and slowly start to stroke up and down my length. Oh God, it feels so good. You look up at me from your position, and I see a look in your eyes; a smoldering that betrays the innocence of your lovely face. You keep stroking me till a drop of pre-cum appears at the tip. You lean forward and snake out your tongue, dragging it up along the underside of my cock, over that sensitive spot just under the purple head, and draw the bead of clear fluid into your mouth. I love watching you giving me head. I can tell you really enjoy it and that makes it all the better for me. Still holding my cock in your grip, you purse your lips and give the head a kiss. But your kiss lingers, and as I watch the head starts to disappear between your lovely lips. Now that the head is home, your hand starts its rhythmical pumping up and down the shaft. I can feel your tongue working on the head of my cock as you continue to suck and stroke me. Knowing I am watching, with your free hand, you start to slowly unbutton the front of the pajama top you are wearing. Soon it hangs open and I can look down and see your beautiful breasts hanging proudly from your chest. The sight is intoxicating for me and I start to moan and grind my hips slowly. You are the only woman who has ever been able to make me cum with your mouth, but it takes a long time. And although you could spend hours sucking on me, you can feel how wet and empty your pussy feels. Reluctantly, you pull my cock from your mouth and slowly stand. You are so beautiful standing there in the soft light from the overcast sky outside the window. The firelight adds a beautiful glow to your skin. Or is the glow coming from within? Either way you are so beautiful I feel like I'm looking at a painting from Renoir. Your silky brown hair cascades over your shoulders and disappears behind your back. The pajama top hangs open, but now clings to your erect nipples. My eyes continue down. There is a small tuft of brown hair just above the start of your sex. You keep it trimmed and neat but not shaved. I can just see your swollen lips as your legs are slightly parted. And the aroma, God I love the smell your desire. The sent gets me even more aroused if that is possible. You take a small step forward and wrap your hands around my neck, pulling yourself up on the couch and kneel over me. Slowly you lower yourself down. I take my engorged tool and aim it towards its favorite place. Not that it needs encouragement, it almost always finds its way home on its own. As you slide down over my sex I can hear the air being forced out of your lungs. Down, down, down you slide, our sex joined as if they were always meant to be together. Once you are all the way down you rap your legs around my back. We sit motionless for a long time like this, just reveling in the completeness of the moment. My arms are around your back and hold you firmly, and you still have your hands around my neck. Slowly we draw together in a kiss, our lips soft against each other's. I can still taste the coco on your breath, its sweetness just adding to the moment. I have not shaved this morning and you can feel the stubble against your smooth skin. You like the feeling, it somehow adds to my maleness. You feel so safe and secure sitting here on my lap our bodies intertwined and my sex filling you completely. Our kiss starts to get more passionate as our tongs start to explore the other's mouth. I love the way you kiss; there is gentleness to it with an undertone of raw lust. A hunger that needs to be fed often. And I love feeding time. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you start to grind your hips on me. Very slow circles that cause my cock to churn deep inside of you. You can feel the head rubbing across your cervix as you continue to move. Our lips have not parted, but we are both breathing harder now. As your hips start to accelerate their motion I gently bite and tug at your lower lip. My hips have now started to move as well, as you continue with your circular motion I start to thrust in and out. My hands start to lift your ass up and down on my thick pole. The combination is wonderful, and we moan into each other's mouths. Never interrupting the wonderful symphony of motion we have developed, I turn so that I am now parallel to the length of the couch and lie back. You now are seated on me, your legs straddling my hips as you continue to grind yourself against me. I love to watch you fuck me like this. You lean forward, your hands on my chest, the front of your pajamas hanging open giving me a pricless view of your brown caped breasts as they dance before me. "Like what you see Mister?" You ask coyly, knowing very well I love the view. "It will do in a pinch" I tease. "I'm sure I could find another bloke who would appreciate them more." You tease back. "No one could love this more then me." I say with earnest. My hips starting to thrust hard up into you. You give me a gentle smile, with all the teasing you know what I said was true. Leaning all the way forward, your hands on my chest, you give me a loving kiss. Your tongue lingering in my mouth, filling me with affection. Sitting back upright we start to grind our hips into one another again. We fuck like this for some time, never hurrying, just enjoying the feeling of each other. Our grindings comes to a gentle halt, and I revel in the feeling of your damp warmth surrounding my trudged tool. God, I can't believe how good we are in bed. (Or on the couch as the case might be.) I have never had a lover who knew me so well, who seemed to sense my every desire and long to fulfill it. I can only hope she feels the same. Regardless I know I will always treasure these moments we steel from heaven. You have somehow turned your self around without dismounting me. Yes, you are a gifted lover. You have also shed the pajama top, and now have your back to me. I can watch your beautiful ass starts its up and down circular movements again. My God what a sensual site, I can see my cock disappearing and reappearing into you velvet lined tunnel. Watch the curve of your back as it arches forward, your hands grasping my lower legs for support. I notice that the rain has increased it pace on the window, matching our building intensity. My senses are overwhelmed and I feel my balls start to tighten under me. I know if you keep this up I will cum soon. I will fill your sweet tunnel with my thick seed surly as the rivers are now swelling with the rain. Yet I am enjoying this too much for it to end now. I reach up to pull you back down to me. You resist at first, you want me to cum. You want to feel my cock expand like an over inflated balloon and then have the end rupture, dumping my seed deep into you. But I am insistent and reluctantly give into me, surrendering to my arms as I pull you back. I lie back down with your back against my chest, the naked skin against my chest. I wrap my arms around you, holding you tight. I am still buried deep inside of you and love the feeling of closeness as I wrap you up in my arms and you wrap me up with your pussy. My arms are crossed and I cup a breast in each hand. I love the feeling of them as they fill my palm. They, like all of you, seem perfect for me. You love the feeling of my hands on your breasts as well. I hear you moan softly as I kneed them. We once again start to grind our hips as before. But now there is urgency to our movements, and I start to take longer, more deliberate strokes. My right hand moves down from you breast and starts to explore you neater regains. I can feel how wet you are, feel my cock sliding in and out of you. Your pussy lips wrapping around my tool in a perfect fit. I can feel them moving as they conform to every bump and vein on my engorged tool. I bring my hand up a little and feel your clitoris standing up. I gently drag my fingers over it. You respond immediately by first thrusting you hips up to meet my hand, and then driving back down to impale as much of your self on my shaft as you can. We repeat this again and again. I know you are getting close, as am I. My urgent thrusts pushing my cock deeper and deeper into you. "Yes!" I groan. Soon you will feel me explode deep in your womb. Your thrusts are matching mine now, and I tweak first one nipple then the other between my thumb and forefinger. They are tick and rubbery, just like my cock. You can feel my cock starting to swell, getting ready for its release. "Oh yes." You moan, "Fill me with you cum. Let me feel it shoot deep into me." "Oh yeah, baby, I'm going to fill you. I'm going to fill you so full of my cream. Yesssss" My voice ragged with the approaching wave. My hand is now a blur over your mound as I stimulate your clit. My hips thrusting so hard I am literally lifting you with my movements. "Oh Fuuucccckkkkkkk," you yell "I'm going to CUMMMMM!" I can feel your pussy start its familiar quivering. God no matter how many time I feel you cum around my cock can never believe how incredible it is. Your contractions are like a vise and milk my cock with a feeling no other lover has ever given me. "AAAGGGGHHHHH!" is all I can say as I explode deep in you. My cock twitching and convulsing like it had a spirit of its own. I lie exhausted under you, and you totally spent over me. My arms are wrapped around you again in a gentle embrace. Off in the distance we hear thunder, applause from the heavens for our performance.