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The Storm

By: SexyJezebel



The moonlight shone over the horizon as my lover and I drove along the deserted country road. He looked over and smiled at me, I smiled back, feeling so much in love with him. As we drove along, he reached over and took my hand in his, rubbing it softly with his fingertips...caressing my smooth skin. I laid my head on his shoulder, sighing softly...closing my eyes and relaxing.

Suddenly I heard a soft tapping sound and opened my eyes...it had started to rain...fat drops of water hitting the car. The rain became heavier as we drove, and lightning appeared in the sky. We pulled over on a deserted road and snuggled together, watching the sky light up.

He cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine, touching them softly, running his tongue over them to taste all the sweetness. My hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his muscles underneath his shirt. He smiled at me and carefully unbuttoned my blouse, grinning even wider when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra.

He gently pushed my blouse over my creamy shoulders, letting it drop to the floor of the car...I in turn raised his shirt over his head. We came together, pressing close, my naked chest so smooth and warm against his...my nipples hardening against him. Lowering his head, he captured my nipple between his lips, gently sucking...nibbling...then biting.

My head fell back and I moaned softly, his lips dancing across my breasts and nipples...his hands cupping them, kneading and massaging them. I shifted around in the car, the dampness between my legs increasing with every touch of his lips and hands on my body. He reached down and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my pants, cupping the moist heat there...then deftly, in one stroke, slid my pants from my hips and pulled them off. 

I sat there beside him, shivering in the night, but not feeling cold at all. My eyes clouded with passion as I unfastened the snap on his jeans and lowered them as well...letting his cock spring free...looking so hard and proud, and ready for me. We soon discovered there simply wasn't enough room in the car...and both of us got out.

Standing in the rain, bodies wet...we pressed tightly to one another, his hands roaming my back and ass. I leaned him up against the car and began sliding my tongue over his neck, down in the valley of his throat...kissing and sucking. He tangled his fingers in my hair, gently pushing me down his body. My lips found his navel, wet from the rain...my tongue gliding inside...tasting him.

The rain beating on my skin caused me to shiver as I moved lower...feeling the crispness of his hair surrounding his cock. Teasingly I touched my tongue to the head of his cock, bringing forth a low moan from his lips...then a gasp as I slid my mouth over his cock, clear to the base. Winding my hands around to his ass, squeezing it, I pull him even closer...deeper into my mouth.

I look up and watch him, his eyes closed, head back...rain washing over and down his body onto me as I sucked and licked on his cock. Bringing my fingers between his legs, I moved them slowly up his inner thighs, to his balls...tickling them with my fingernails, then cupping them, massaging them lovingly. He thrusted faster into my mouth...harder...so deep now...fucking my mouth with a fury we had never known before.

I gave him one long lick along his shaft, stood up and pressed my body to his...pulling him to me for a passionate kiss. His hands moved over my back, across my hips, down to cup my ass. Gently he picked me up, laying me on the hood of the car...watching with passion as the rain hits me, pooling down between my legs.

He stands between my thighs, slowly and gently parting my pussy lips to expose me to his gaze. I look at his face in the moonlight, it's so full of love that my heart feels about to explode with pleasure. Slowly he inserts a finger into my pussy, not surprised to find out it's already very wet and ready.

His thumb massages my clit, making it spring to life, hard and swollen under his touch. I scream and squirm on the hood of the car...his fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy. My back arches up as I cum, squirting a stream of juices over his fingers, causing him to move them faster...harder...deeper.

He leans down and takes my clit between his lips, sucking hard on it and running his tongue over my slit, lapping up all the juices I've given him...he slides his fingers out of my pussy and replaces them with his tongue. My body rocks against his face as he licks and sucks and kisses every inch of my pussy...my body slick with sweat and the rain...the lightning striking in the distance as evidence of the passionate storm between us. 

I cum hard, over and over...flooding his mouth full of juices...his tongue slides along, not missing anything...licking me till I'm completely exhausted from cumming. He steps between my thighs and takes my hips, pulling my pussy to the edge of the car hood. 

Slipping his cock inside, just the head at first...my pussy clenches around it, trying to pull all of it in. He grins and removes his cockhead, slapping it sharply on my clit...I scream and squirt juices all over him again. He does this several times, knowing it drives me wild. Then, he slides his cock in deep, inch by inch...my pussy squeezing him as he thrusts the rest of his cock inside me.

Holding my hips tightly, he begins to thrust out of control...my breasts bouncing as he slams his cock hard into me. I reach up and squeeze my breasts together, pinching the nipples...stroking them...my eyes closed as he ignites another fire inside me...the storm around us raging out of control, as well as the storm inside us. 

Faster and faster he thrusts, deeper...soooo hard...I scream his name over and over again as I cum...climaxing like never before. He gives one more hard...deep thrust and shoots his hot cum deep inside my pussy...his cock buried inside me...our eyes closed, breathing heavy...the rain doing nothing to cool our desires. 

When he is finished cumming, he gathers me into his arms...we lie on the grass together...letting the rain wash us clean...watching the lightning and the moonlight together. He stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me up to him...we get into the car, holding each other close...so happy...lovers forever.

The Storm



The clouds rumbled overhead. The Virgin walked unsteadily towards his destination with his sneakers sinking into the soft mud with every step. He was going to see Her. It was time he was made a man. He shivered as the cold wind blew over him and he clutched at the sweaty money in his pocket to make sure it was still there. Soft misty drops brushed against his face. He shivered again.

He could see the shack now. It was a place many boys had come to be made men before, and many more would yet. The house was old, older than some could remember and showed it's age badly. It had never been painted. It was a was a simple wooden affair, almost like a cabin with covered front porch. He could see the Whore on the porch. She was standing there, waiting for him like she had all the time in the world to wait, and she seemed oblivious to the cold or weather. She was wearing a simple black dress, and she leaned against the house with her arms folded and smiling coyly. 

As the Virgin stepped up onto the porch, she took his hand and helped him up. She ran a finger down his chest and looked into his eyes. He swallowed hard as he looked back into hers, and pulled the money from his pocket with his shaking hands. Her smile widened as she gracefully took the money from him. She walked her fingers down to the fly of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly while looking into his eyes. The virgin shivered, but not from the cold. She reached into his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. She grasped it firmly and ran her thumb over the thick purple head. Then she suddenly started to pump it rapidly. The Virgin moaned and then yelled as a thick line of semen shot from his cock. The whore smiled and licked her fingers, sucking the stickiness off each one, before grasping him again and leading him into the house. The rain began to pour.

It was warm and dry and softly lit inside. There was a large bed and a table beside it, and not much else. The Whore pushed him down onto the bed. She stood up and slid out of her dress, leaving nothing but her stockings, garter belt, and a pair of sheer black panties. She cupped her large bare breasts and ran her tongue over her lips. She knelt at the bed and took his cock in one hand. She flicked her tongue with feather light touches along the head of his cock, then ran her tongue down the side. She took the head into her mouth, and began to suck it softly, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time, until her lips would slide down to his balls and back up to the very tip each time. The boy moaned as the soft thunder outside grew louder to match him.. The whore released his now rock-hard cock from her mouth, giving it one final lick along the underside before, standing up to remove her panties.

She lay back on the bed beside him with her legs spread wide. The whore spread open her cunt with her hands and looked at him expectantly. The Virgin swallowed hard, and moved his head to her crotch, smelling her sweet musky fragrance. He tentatively kissed her on her cunt, than looked up into her eyes. The Whore smiled and nodded her approval. He began to kiss along her slit, up and down, then gave it a nervous lick. The Whore shuddered. The Virgin smiled and began to lick harder and with more fervor up and down her wet cunt. The rain began to pour heavily outside as the Whore moaned and pressed his head against her. She screamed when he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit, and when she did, he began to lick there hard, running his tongue back and forth over it. The wind howled with the Whore as her legs trembled and squeezed his head, and her hips pushed against his face. She screamed as she came.

She sat up panting and smiling with her hair slightly mussed, and patted the boy admiringly on the cheek. She reached over to the table beside her and opened a small drawer. She pulled out something that looked like a toothpaste tube. She poured a clear gel into her hand, and then began to rub it over the Virgin's cock. The Whore wrapped around his cock and spread the cool gel over his warm cock. She squeezed with each stroke. The boy panted with excitement. The thunder roared outside.

She then bent over and handed him the tube. She spread her ass with her hands and looked at him. The Virgin crawled up to her, and placing a hand on each ass cheek began to lick along her ass crack. The Whore sighed appreciatively as his tongue slid up and over her asshole. He kissed her there, then poured the thick gel into his own hand. He began to rub it over her asshole, then pushed a finger into her. He pumped it in slowly. He took the tube and placed it into her asshole, a squeezed a good amount into her. The Whore shivered slightly. He began to pump two fingers into her slowly. The Whore moaned. Lightning flashed at the window as he knelt behind her.

He placed his throbbing cock at the entrance to her now well-lubed ass. He ran his cock slowly and teasingly up and down her ass crack as the whore wriggled beneath him anxiously. Then he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. The Whore gasped and swallowed. He pushed his cock deeper inside, going slowly. The Whore rubbed at her clit and moaned as she was filled up completely by his huge cock. He pushed and pushed until at last he was a the way inside her. He stood still a minute feeling their hearts beat together, then he began to slide out. He pushed back in again with a little more force, then slide back out again. 

The Whore whimpered underneath him as he slid into her faster and faster. The rain pounded outside against the house as he pounded against her with his moans getting louder. The Whore started to scream and cry, and thrashed underneath his body as she was wracked in powerful orgasm. She screamed to God and Heaven and swore as she felt his huge throbbing cock invade her hot tight ass over and over again. He was yelling now as the thunder continually boomed outside, and his cock was burning with the need to explode inside her. As the Whore came again her ass clamped down hard onto his cock. He screamed as he shot thick globs of come deep into her. 

The rain softened. They lay on the bed exhausted. Her asshole throbbed around his cock. He slide out of her and stood up. He walked over to his jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one and offered one to her. They both lit up a inhaled deeply as the rain pitted softly against the house. He pulled on his clothes and walked out the door with his cigarette still lit. She followed him to the doorway.

The Whore blew a kiss to him and waved goodbye until next time. The Man waved back and began to walk down the soft muddy earth and gravel back home.



The Storm



Dawn leaned into the tight curve and her hand opened up the throttle on the big bike. The 1100cc V-twin engine roared and sent powerful vibrations through the seat into her already numbed lower body. The big bike could do her better than any vibe she had ever tried if she were in the right mood, but after eight hours on it she was lucky if she could even feel her lower body, much less enjoy it. Dawn added more gas as she came out of the tight curve opening up the engine almost all the way in anticipation of the long straightaway she knew was next. She had driven this stretch of I-95 so many times she knew it better than most people knew their daily commute. Up ahead on her right was a large stand of trees where a highway patrolman usually sat, but it was nearly four in the morning and they were changing shifts. She even had their schedule down pat.

Dawn knew she looked ridiculous on the big machine. She was small framed to begin with and four months in a hospital bed had caused her to drop nearly thirty pounds. This left her at barely one hundred pounds and only her long experience and superbly muscled legs allowed her to control the powerful machine.

She hated hospitals, hated doctors and hated the helpless feeling she always felt when she was in one. She had been forced to undergo one more surgery to completely repair the damage in her brain from an earlier auto accident when the headaches had become too frequent to be ignored. She probably would have toughed it out if it had not been for the gentle prodding of her lover to get it done. She might have been able to resist even that, were it not for Danielle's condition. The quiet redhead's arguments had carried so much more weight since they had returned from the clinic back in March.

She was tired and getting hungry and knew that somewhere up ahead was South of the Border. She would start seeing their profusion of billboards anytime now. The place was a tourist trap, but at least they would have something open where she could grab some coffee and something to eat. She opened the big bike up all the way, feeling the cool night air rush over her. It was invigorating and right now, she needed it. Far behind her to the south the horizon lit ominously with lightning.

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The last 40 miles of her trip were the worst. She was off the interstate now and on a two lane state highway. It seemed there was a small town every two miles and they all had one stoplight and it was always red. The three torturous miles she had traveled trapped behind a farm combine and two tractor-trailers had almost undone her. She had never been very patient and going 15mph on the Harley seemed tantamount to sacrilege. 

She was so road weary now that she felt like she could just close her eyes and sleep would come instantly, it was dangerous for her to even blink. The barren fields had begun to blend into one long blur of muted browns and grays and she knew she was pushing it. I really ought to pull over and get some sleep, she thought. She glanced over her shoulder at the gathering gloom on the horizon behind her. Dawn knew she was loosing ground steadily. 

She was stopped at the inevitable red light in some small town, trying to decide if she could make it when she heard the gull. A gull meant the sea, and the sea meant home, and home meant Dani. She was suddenly sure she could make it, in fact she felt as if she had just started on her tip. When the light changed to green she roared off in a cloud of dust, leaving two farmers at the corner store staring after her.

She wasn't due home today and she knew she was in for a scolding. She had planned on staying in Florida at least three more days. She had been sitting in the hotel room and watching TV when she just up and decided it was time to go home. She called her cousin and said she was leaving. That short conversation floated at the edge of her memory and she drew it in to examine it as the road hummed by beneath her.

"Angela? It's Dawn, I'm going home."

"Now? You just got out of the hospital!"

"Don't care, I'm going."

"Shouldn't you at least wait to see what the storm is going to do?"

"No, I'm leaving right now."

"I have to meet this girl of yours one of these days."

"I'll invite you to the wedding," Dawn said. Angela burst out laughing.

"Invite me? If I am not "best man" I will be pissed."

"Done. Tell everyone I said good bye."

"Will do. Be careful."

"Always am."

The last hill before the gentle down slope to the sea caught her by surprise. Dawn brought the bike to a coasting stop at the top of the hill overlooking the subdivision where she lived. Subdivision was really misleading, with the gates and guards and private security it was more of a private community. She could see her house from here, a small, blue three story building facing the ocean on the very edge of the community. Compared to the other homes in the place it was tiny. Compared to the mansion her ex had demanded she buy, it was a dollhouse. It was also home, and that made it more beautiful than she could comprehend.

Dawn had plenty of money and had put up a fight when Dani chose the small house. She wanted to get something large and nice, but her lover wouldn't budge. She remembered that fight with a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. In the end she had come to love the little place but on that day she would have gladly burned it to the ground. It had been in a very bad state of disrepair. She and Danielle had put so much work into it and the time spent together thinking, talking, planning and working had brought them closer together than she would ever have imagined. She always wondered if Dani had planned it that way. The house had been a summer cottage for some rich shipping magnate up north originally. Danielle had researched its history thoroughly and was intrigued with it, but all Dawn had seen was a rundown little house with fading paint and a sagging stoop. The first floor had been divided into a kitchen and a great room, with a large stone fireplace and hearth. The second floor had held four small bedrooms and the third floor was a studio like attic. She and Dani had done nearly all the work on it, hiring contractors only to fix the fireplace, the foundation and roof and to install the storm windows. They had taken out a wall on the second floor the first night after buying the place. Now there was one master and two guest bedrooms on the second floor. It was painted in a light blue color that matched the sea in the mornings and they had built a deck on the front so they could sit out and watch the ocean. The attic was Dani's room, filled with bookshelves, knick-knacks and her roll top desk and computer. Dawn rarely disturbed her when she was up there, respecting her need for a small space of her own. The sun was setting, and as she watched a light appeared in the kitchen shaking her from her memories. Dawn smiled to herself, it felt good to be home.

She eased the bike off the hill and coasted all the way to her driveway. Luckily, the guard at the gate recognized her and opened the gates before she reached them. She wanted to surprise her lover, but there was no way to drive the big Harley quietly if she had to use the gas. She parked and dismounted, stretching her legs before opening the black saddlebags and taking out the gift-wrapped boxes. As always the dead tired, "I could sleep at the drop of a hat" feeling left her to be replaced by a nervous energy. She hated being strung out from the road, but no matter what she tried, she always ended up like this. She walked up the steps and quietly let herself in.

The great room was immaculate and just as she remembered it, the wood floor was polished to a beautiful rich shine and there wasn't a spec of dust anywhere. Dawn crossed the floor quietly and placed the packages in the wingback chair Dani had spent way too much on at the antique store in Richmond. 

Dawn loved that chair. It was blue velvet, with rich cherry Queen Anne legs. Dani loved it for it's simple beauty. Dawn loved it because it's purchase represented one of the few times Dani had allowed her to spend extravagantly for something for her. Danielle was a very sensible and practical girl and she was also acutely conscious of the fact that Dawn's last lover had used her for her money. She had not blinked when Dawn dropped forty thousand on the bike, but had raised hell when Dawn got her a new living room set for her birthday. 

The chair had caused Dani's eyes to sparkle the moment she saw it. Dawn had not even had to fight the usual fight over spending money on her lover when she snatched the price tag from Dani's hand and went to the old man who ran the shop. Danielle had just smiled and held her hand while Dawn paid for it and made delivery arrangements, not even protesting when the old man had mentioned the price. Remembering that little victory inevitably also reminded her of the night it was delivered. Dani has insisted on christening it properly and that had led to Dawn getting head for over an hour seated in the chair with her legs over the arms. Dawn shook her head and smiled.

Dawn walked carefully to the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. Danielle was standing at the counter with her back to the doorway. Her kettle was on the stove and the old porcelain teapot she loved was set out next to the Scottish tea she favored. She was wearing an old flannel nightshirt with Tigger on it. When Dawn had gone down for her surgery, the nightshirt had swallowed Dani whole, now it barely fit over her tummy. Seven months now? No, eight, Dawn thought. Leaving her alone like that had been hell on Dawn, but Dani had made it clear that she would not be happy unless Dawn was fully recovered. The changes in her lover's body were dramatic and Dawn deeply regretted having missed them.

Danielle moved slowly now each movement seemed deliberate and thought out in advance. She had barely begun to show when Dawn left, now she looked like she was about to pop. There was something about a pregnant woman that had always turned Dawn on. It was a kind of glow that was so intoxicating to the small butch. On Dani it was even more endearing, because the child she was carrying was theirs. Dawn had wanted children so much, while Dani had seemed less enthusiastic. Dawn knew that a major part of Danielle agreeing to try to get pregnant was to please her and that had been the deciding factor in her getting the surgery she had so dreaded. If Dani was willing to do this for her, she had no excuse not to get the surgery to make sure she was around for the child's rearing. Dawn knew it wasn't that Dani didn't want children; it was that she was afraid she wouldn't be a good parent. After more than a year and a half of being together the redhead's self esteem was slowly getting better, but it was a constant battle for Dawn. She had already promised herself she would kill the ex girlfriends who had so trampled the shy woman's self esteem if she ever met them. 

Danielle turned to get the milk from the fridge and emitted a startled squeak. Dawn smiled at her but made no effort to move. 

"What are you trying to do, scare the life out of me?" she blurted out when she caught her breath.

"Just watching,"

"Well go watch something else," she said. Her words were harsh, but the smile on her face belied them. Dawn crossed the kitchen silently and enfolded the pregnant woman in her arms. Danielle's arms twined around her shoulders in response and their lips met. There was a moment's hesitation, like it was all new again and then Danielle's lips parted and her tongue licked along Dawn's lower lip. Dawn felt a stab of excitement and captured her lover's tongue with her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth and as soon as their lips formed a seal she thrust her own tongue into Dani's warm receptive mouth.

The kiss seemed to last forever, that first one after a long separation always did, she thought. It was as if their mouths and bodies were trying to make up for lost time. This one was different though, in many ways. Dawn was shorter than her lover, even in her riding boots she was two inches short of Dani's five foot six. Now her lover's protruding tummy was in the way as well, forcing her to stand on tiptoe just to kiss. Dawn found it to be more exciting than she remembered and her kiss became more passionate and hungry. When it broke, Dani was flushed and breathing hard. It gave Dawn some hope that all she had heard about pregnant women being hornier than usual was true.

The teakettle was whistling and as Danielle turned to finish making her tea Dawn went to the small wet bar and poured herself a stiff drink. She realized her own breathing was a little ragged and her nipples were protruding. It really has been too long, she thought. Dawn fought the urge to tear the nightshirt off and take Dani right then and there on the kitchen table. The little redhead had been on her mind most of the long trip and she had run through numerous scenarios for her homecoming in her mind. The drink was rough and burned going down. It had been too long for that too, she thought.

Dawn poured herself another and then opened the sliding glass door that opened onto the deck. The sun was sinking into the azure blue of the sea and the surf was pounding. The wind was blowing in, carrying upon it the fresh smell of the ocean. Dawn put her drink down on the patio table and set up two of the reclining chairs then poked her head back into the kitchen.

"Come have your tea out on the deck,"

"You must be on something," Dani retorted.

"What? It's a beautiful evening,"

"I am not going out there like this, besides the hurricane warnings are up. Can't you see the flags?"

"Oh yes you are!" Dawn growled and bounded into the kitchen. She caught a big handful of the nightshirt and began to tug.

"What are you doing?" Dani said, while trying half-heartedly to escape.

"You may not want to come out, but the nightshirt is going to be with me outside, you can either come with it or else," Dawn said playfully. Dani burst out laughing and held up her hands in mock surrender.

"Can I at least get my tea Conan?"

Dawn smiled at the gentle barb and released her hold on the faded nightshirt. She stalked back out to the deck and sat down in a chair, kicking her feet up on the railing. The flags were up and the beach was nearly empty. She was watching a small pleasure boat cutting through the sparkling water when Dani joined her. Dawn watched as Danielle carefully placed her tea on the table and then lowered herself into the chair. She sat carefully, letting her butt rest on the edge of the chair first and then slowly letting herself ease back until her shoulders touched. Her right arm immediately moved across her belly, almost as if she was making sure everything was still all right and then she sighed deeply and relaxed.

They sat there watching the sun slowly sink into the ocean. The wind freshened and the surf pounded harder. Dawn felt the chill in the air even through her leather jacket. From years of living near the ocean she recognized the signs; the storm was blowing in. She had won the race by less than two hours. She turned to see Dani struggling to get out of the deep chair. Dawn was on her feet instantly and took both of Dani's hands in her own and helped the pregnant woman rise. Dawn could see she was shivering and she felt guilty for insisting they sit on the deck. 

"Is there still wood in the fire box?" 

"I think so."

"Good, I'll build a fire while you try on your gifts."

"Gifts?" Dani asked arching her eyebrow.

"Come see," Dawn said with a smile as she guided her lover into the great room. Danielle's eyes sparkled when she saw the gift wrapped boxes. Dawn had learned a long time ago never to ask if her lover wanted something, just get it and give it to her was the only formula that worked. The little redhead loved gifts, loved getting them and giving them, and while she might argue it was too much to spend on her she always loved them. She picked up the smallest one and fingered the delicate ribbon.

"Go up stairs and open them while I build a fire," Dawn said casually. She tried to hide the excitement in her voice but she could hear it there, an impatient undertone. The best thing about giving gifts of clothing to Dani was that she modeled them. She might never wear them again, but no matter what she always showed Dawn what she looked like in them at least once.

"You shouldn't have," she said, her face taking on that scolding look Dawn found so terribly cute. She always had to fight back a laugh when she saw it.

"Shut up and go open them, woman,"

"I will, but don't think you are getting out of this, I still haven't said anything about you being home early," Dani said as she gathered up her packages and slowly made her way upstairs. Dawn watched her the whole way up frozen in the spot. Her ass was heavier, fuller and more enticing than Dawn could have imagined. She shook her head to clear it and went to the kitchen to get the candles and oil lamps out. In the large pantry she connected the power leads from the gas-powered generator, just in case. She filled her arms with wood and returned to the great room. 

Dawn quickly laid a fire and started it with the long matches that they kept on the mantle for the purpose. She went to the kitchen to fix them both a drink and it was then she noticed the breast pump in the drainboard beside the sink. She examined it curiously for a few moments feeling her heartbeat rise in her temples. It's still way to early for that, she thought. Isn't it? Or is it? As she poured the two goblets of wine she regretted not paying more attention to her health classes and pregnant friends. Eight months? It had to be too early. But still. Maybe.

The thought of drawing sweet milk from Dani's breast set her on fire. She looked to the drain board again as her left hand gently rubbed her pussy though her leathers. She could feel the moisture making her boxers damp and uncomfortable. It felt so good she was tempted to just keep on, but she restrained herself. She caught up both goblets and walked back into the great room with them. She had just set them down when she heard Dani at the head of the stairs. She waited impatiently a full minute, but Danielle still did not appear.

"Baby? Lil Bit are you all right?" she called.

"I'm fine but you can't really want to see me in this?" 

"You bet yer sweet ass I do!" 

"This is payback for the pink cincher isn't it?" the disembodied voice floated down from the landing.

"No! It isn't pay back for anything. You're a sexy woman and I got you sexy things."

"Sexy? I look like an elephant!"

"Quit yer bitching and get down here you goober."

Danielle made her way slowly down the stairs, one hand on the banister for support, the other cradling her tummy. Dawn drank in the sight, feeling her blood begin to boil. The shoes were from France, delicate black four-inch heels with two crisscrossing ankle straps. The stockings were black also, real silk and very sheer, imported from London. The garter belt was extra wide and custom made for a pregnant woman. It was made of a soft stretch satin and colored a very pastel peach with old lace trim. It rode very high on her tummy, and the garters were pulling out the fabric of her panties. These were also made of peach colored stretch satin and cut for an expecting mother. Her heavy breasts were encased in a matching silk bra. Dawn hadn't realized how much they had grown and the "D" cups were literally overflowing. A very sheer white nightie also covered her chest. This had been the hardest to find and Dawn had spent several hours on her laptop after surgery before she located the small Italian designer's site. It was elastic at the top and fitted under the arms leaving her shoulders and neck bare. The front was an inverted "V" that left her tummy bare, but covered her sides, back and arms. Almost all of the other maternity sleepwear she had seen covered the wearer's tummy. Dawn had no intention of obscuring her view of that. 




The Storm



Dawn couldn't take her eyes off her lover she was such a vision, especially the way her tummy was framed by the sheer material. Dawn felt her heart beating in her throat; she could not remember ever being so turned on and at the same time so protective. Danielle reached the foot of the stair and stopped. She was staring at Dawn with a look somewhere between a deer caught in the headlights and a woman surprised in the shower. Rather than tell her how wonderful she looked Dawn picked up the goblets and walked over to her.

"You know I can't drink," Danielle said quietly. She still looked very apprehensive and it suddenly occurred to Dawn that she was ashamed of the way she looked. Dawn struggled to find the right words, the ones that would allay her lover's fears and tell her just how beautiful she was. None would come and eventually she just said, "Go ahead, you haven't touched a drop since two weeks before the tests came back. One lil glass of wine isn't going to hurt,"

Danielle nodded and took the goblet. They stood there a while in silence. Dani seemed nervous and Dawn found herself tongue-tied. Danielle put her goblet down on the decorative half table and said, "Let me go upstairs and put on something decent," 

Dawn caught her hand and pulled her close. She struggled for words, even now after knowing her so long she found Danielle to be too much of a girl sometimes. Dawn didn't think like a girl and sometimes Danielle's thoughts were as alien to her as they would have been to a man. She realized Danielle felt unattractive, as incomprehensible as it was to the small butch.

"Please don't,"

"Dawn, I'm fat as a house, I look..."

"You look beautiful," Dawn said placing a finger on Danielle's lips to silence her. The green eyes looked intently into hers, as if searching for deceit. When they found only love and sincerity her whole demeanor changed. She melted into Dawn's arms, pressing against her and hugging tightly.

Dawn handed her the goblet of wine and they moved to the deep shag carpet in front of the fire. Dawn helped Dani sit and then sat down behind her with her back on the sofa. She reached out and gently pulled the redhead back until Danielle's back was pressed against her chest and abdomen with Dawn's legs almost wrapped around her. Dawn's hands slipped around her lover's sides to rest on her tummy. Danielle snuggled back against her and let her head fall back onto Dawn's shoulder.

The wind was howling now, and the rain pelted the roof and windows, but the fire was warm and crackled merrily. It felt so good to be holding Danielle and to be home again. Dawn felt the nervous energy drain from her to be replaced with a deep contentment. Danielle was warm and soft and smelled like peaches and cream. Dawn inhaled deeply, smelling Dani's shampoo and faintly another scent. She was almost sure it was the scent of her lover's arousal, but she couldn't be sure that wasn't just what she wanted it to be.

The storm intensified outside with thunder booming and lightening flashing. Inside it was warm and cozy and Dawn was caught between savoring the moment and wanting to make love to Danielle so badly it was painful. Dawn let her fingers gently caress Dani's tummy. The skin was soft and warm to her touch and Dani sighed quietly and snuggled back against her. Dawn brushed her lips along the sensitive skin of the redhead's shoulder, which elicited a soft moan. Her hands moved up along the curve of her lover's belly until they encountered the soft silk of her bra. As Dawn's hands cupped the swollen tits her mouth moved along the silken skin to Danielle's neck. 

The pregnant woman shivered and grasped both of Dawn's hands in her own. With shocking suddenness a clap of thunder shook the house and the lights dimmed and then failed. A sharper retort announced that the transformer at the small substation that powered the community had blown. Dawn was on her feet before the last of the thunderclap had reverberated into stillness.

"I'll go get the shutters, you better light a few candles," she said. Her voice was thick and husky and she could feel the moistness between her legs acutely now. She hurried into the kitchen to grab the battery powered light from it's charger and then hit the small metal button next to the kitchen window. With a loud metallic clack and thud the storm window locked into place. These shutters consisted of overlapping metal plates, much like a cargo door on a warehouse. They cranked back into a hidden aperture and were held in place by a simple pin. Pressing the small button located in each sill pushed the pin out of its groove and the shutter uncoiled with great force and rapidity. Dawn had insisted on having them installed when the house was nearly finished. She had lived in Florida too long not to know what a strong ocean wind could do to plate glass windows.

She hit the two buttons for the sliding glass door and then hurried back into the great room and up the stairs. Dani was closing the windows in the great room as Dawn ascended the stairs. She skipped the second floor and hurried to the attic where she closed all of the windows in Danielle's study and then returned to the second floor and the four windows in the guest bedrooms. Dawn estimated that the wind was gale force by now and lightning poured across the sky like liquid fire as she hurried down the short hallway. She quickly closed the three shutters in the master bedroom and then glanced over her shoulder. Seeing the hallway empty she opened the pier cabinet on her side of the bed and opened the bottom drawer. This was where she kept her harness and the various dildos she owned. Dawn deftly lowered her leathers to her knees and pushed her boxers down. With a practiced motion she buckled on her harness. She normally wore it beneath her clothing, but hadn't taken it with her knowing she would be in the hospital most of the time. Besides the obvious lack of need for it most of her family were unaware she was gay and she had not wanted to have to explain that to them on top of the surgery. 

It felt good to have it on and she reached automatically for the smaller blue dildo she wore most often with Dani. It was while she was doing this that she noticed the unopened box in the bottom of the pier and paused. She had ordered it during her last episode of what Dani jokingly referred to as penis envy. It had arrived at the house the day she left for the hospital and she hadn't even bothered opening it, she had just tossed it into her pier and forgotten about it. 

Dawn took the box out and tore it open. Inside the brown paper wrapping was a second box. This one was long and colored a garish purple with the words Purple Dinosaur printed on it in Day-Glo neon purple. It was obviously a play on the popular children's character, but aside from the humor value Dawn had purchased it for its size. She opened the purple box and pulled the dong out. It was eleven inches long and nearly four around, made out of a translucent purple jelly. It was also significantly heavier than any of her others and drooped under it's own weight. Dawn smiled and attached the heavy dong to her harness and then pulled up her leathers. It felt good to be packing again, she thought as she slipped the smaller blue dildo into her jacket pocket. She just wanted to see Dani's face when she whipped the big one out. She knew her small framed lover would no doubt refuse to let her anywhere near her with the purple dinosaur on so she carried the other down in her pocket. . 

Dawn hurried downstairs hoping Dani wouldn't guess what she had been doing up there. Dawn had always loved storms, they made her horny like no aphrodisiac in the world, but now she was grateful to this one for the opportunity to slip on her harness without breaking the mood. When she made it back downstairs Danielle was sitting before the fireplace again, a few candles flickered and the soft light gave her pale skin a golden hue, almost like it was glowing. Dawn tossed her jacket on the sofa and sat back down behind her lover. Her hands slipped back around the pregnant woman's waist to gently caress her swollen tummy. Dawn returned her mouth to the delicate skin of her lover' shoulder and began to kiss, lick and nip her way up towards her jaw. Danielle shuddered violently when Dawn's lips trailed kisses along her neck to the area behind her ear.

Dawn's hands slipped slowly over the redhead's rounded tummy to just below her breasts where she spread her fingers and tenderly squeezed. Danielle's breasts were large and soft, that was one of the many reasons Dawn had found her attractive in the first place, but now they were absolutely huge. Even when she fully spread her fingers she couldn't contain them. Dawn squeezed them again, feeling the soft flesh conform to her hands and then spill between her fingers. Danielle whimpered softly which only served to enflame Dawn's desire even more. Dawn traced the tip of her tongue along Dani's earlobe as her palms found the hardened nipples and gently squeezed. Dani shuddered in her arms as the stimulation began to tell on her. Her breathing became shorter and more ragged and tiny gasps and whimpers escaped her lips. Dawn seized her earlobe between her teeth and bit down sharply producing a gasp of delight. It was then that Dawn became aware of a wetness on her fingertips.

Dawn released her lover's ear lobe and craned her neck to see over Dani's shoulder. Two large darker stains in the peach fabric of her bra covered her nipples. Dani became aware of what Dawn was staring at and flushed a deep red.

"Oh my god," she ejaculated, "I am so embarrassed, Dawn I..."

"When did this start?" Dawn asked, cutting off Dani's apology.

"Three weeks ago," Dani replied sheepishly. Dawn gently squeezed the hard nipples and Dani moaned despite her embarrassment.

"May I taste?"

"What?"

"Would it bother you if I tried some?"

"No... Of Course... Oh Dawn!" she blurted out and twisted her body to hug Dawn tightly. Dawn was shocked to notice tears streaming down her lover's cheeks.

"Shhh, hush baby," she whispered and stroked Dani's thick auburn tresses. 

"I've been so lonely, and I have wanted you so badly, but then I got so big and I was afraid you wouldn't want to touch me and..." she sobbed. 

"Shhhh. I think you're sexy lil bit, as sexy as you have ever been. I am so sorry I left you alone to worry, I should have realized, but I am here now, I love you and I can't wait to get you naked and fuck your brains out," 

"Oh god I have been dying for your touch."

Dawn had her arms around her lover and deftly unclasped the beautiful bra. She felt Dani's breasts spill out against her own. She then reached down and caught the pregnant woman's legs and twisted her around until Danielle sat between her legs with her own over Dawn's thighs and pointed toward the sofa. Now that they were face-to-face Dawn caught the front of the bra and tugged it off Dani's shoulders and down her arms. In the soft light she now got her first look at her lover's body in over four months.

In the light her pale skin seemed golden, touched by fire. Dawn's hands moved up along her hips and then gently over her bulging tummy. Her skin was so soft; it glided under the butch's hands like raw silk. Dani's breasts were much larger and fuller and rested on her tummy now rather than standing out from her chest. The nipples and aureoles were no longer a pinkish red but a darker brown color that contrasted amazingly with her pale skin. Even in the weak light Dawn could make out the tiny network of veins beneath her skin and the traces of moisture on her nipples. Dawn felt desire coiling in the pit of her stomach, twisting into a tight knot that was centered in her aching pussy.

Dawn gently forced her hands under the heavy breasts and began to softly knead them. She was entranced by them, their weight, their texture, their ripeness all served to fan her desire to a fever pitch. She leaned forward and kissed the bottom of Danielle's chin as her fingers slowly circled the heavy orbs, allowing only her fingertips to make contact. Dani groaned and Dawn felt her lover's nails gently grazing her arms. Dawn's fingertips continued their gentle circuit, slowly working inwards as her lips rained kisses on Dani's neck and shoulders. The redhead's moans became louder and were punctuated with the little whimpers that Dawn so loved. By the time her fingers were grazing the aureoles Dani was uttering a string of incoherent syllables and animal sounds. The grunts and groans signaled she was near orgasm and Dawn reveled in the feeling of power that gave her. She delighted in making Dani come, making her feel so good she couldn't keep silent, and the fact she was almost there just from having her breasts stroked and neck licked really made it special for Dawn.

Dani's nipples and breasts had always been sensitive but now they seemed even more so and Dawn deliberately delayed touching her nipples. She continued the lazy circles just outside the aureoles and intensified her licking and tonguing of the redhead's throat. The pregnant woman's fingers dug into her back and then reflexively clenched. Dawn bit down on her throat, not hard enough to draw blood but harder than she ever had before.

A long screeching scream burst from the pregnant woman's lips and she arched her back as her orgasm overtook her. Through the shuddering orgasm and it's many after shocks Dawn's hands never ceased to squeeze and knead those wondrous tits. She felt herself drawn to them, like a moth to the flame and she licked her lips in anticipation.

When she had calmed some and was breathing more normally Dani kissed Dawn's cheek. Dawn smiled and then trailed kisses down the slope of the pregnant woman's chest towards her nipples. Dawn covered one with her mouth and gently sucked it in. It was hard and rubbery and she scraped her tongue over it, but nothing happened. Dawn grunted and pressed her face deeper into the soft pillow of Dani's breast, taking more in until she felt her lips close behind the hard nub. Sucking hard she gently bit down on the nipple and Danielle groaned. Dawn felt her mouth filling with her love's sweet milk. She had never tasted breast milk before and had no idea what to expect. The sweet fluid tasted nothing like the milk she had in her morning coffee, it was sweeter and thicker and it was infinitely better. Dawn began to suckle like a child, pulling hard at the nipple until her mouth filled and then swallowing, only to pull again. Dani was moaning and her hand was inside her new panties, rubbing herself as she watched Dawn suckle. With her free hand she gently caressed Dawn's cheek 

This went on until Dawn could pull no more from the hard nipple and without conscious thought she moved to the other. Something deep in her chest demanded that she had to have more. The taste was incredible, but more than that it was just knowing she was sucking life giving milk from the breast that would soon nourish their child that left her nearly fainting with arousal. The overwhelming sensations left her on the verge of madness. The raw eroticism of the act was juxtaposed with the loving, caring, protective feelings for her mate in a wild panoply that left her body throbbing and her heart feeling like it would burst through her rib cage. Dani's moaning and cooing added to the need building in the pit of her stomach. With a shuddering wail the pregnant woman climaxed again and she collapsed against Dawn.

With Danielle's orgasm the arousal level inside of Dawn peaked, crystallizing all the emotions into a burning need centered in her soaking pussy. That need was clear and unequivocal; she had no choice but to heed it. She had to take this enchanting woman right now. There could be no more holding back. The urge was primal, and if she had been asked she could not have explained it any more than a rutting buck could explain his need or a mother bear could explain her ferocious defense of her cubs. It was as elemental as the storm that raged outside. 

Dawn disengaged herself and pulled the cushions off the sofa, making a small pedestal of them on the rug. Dani was still having after shocks as Dawn pulled her to a sitting position and then rolled her over on all fours. 

"What?" she asked, still having trouble controlling her breathing. Dawn did not respond, her need was in control, driving her forward with an almost frantic urgency. She shifted the redhead's hips slightly so that her tummy was resting on the cushions and the majority of her weight was on her hands and knees. Dani's full breasts swayed gently as dawn tugged and pushed on the cushions. Once satisfied that her lover's tummy was fully supported Dawn nearly ripped her leathers down, pulling the large dildo out and knee walking between Dani's legs. She flipped up the gauzy nightie and gently stroked Dani's ass with one hand and the dildo with the other.

"What are you up to?" Dani said with a giggle that died on her lips when she looked over her shoulder and saw Dawn stroking the purple monster.

"Now wait a minute!" she began to protest as Dawn released the dildo and peeled the peach panties off of her lover's up thrust derriere. Dawn only forced them down far enough to expose the swollen pink lips of Dani's soaked pussy. She held her lover's hip with one hand to steady herself and with the other guided the drooping purple head of her dildo to Dani's entrance.

"Dawn, I don't think... Ohhhh!.. No fair," she moaned as Dawn stroked the head up and down her wet slit. Dawn continued to rub the head along her lips until it glistened in the weak light. She guided it to her lover's entrance and felt Dani tense up under her hands. 

"What's wrong?" Dawn asked, even to her own ear her voice sounded husky and thick with lust.

Danielle looked over her shoulder again and the concern melted into a bemused smile. "One of these days you and I are going to have to talk about this penis envy thing before you come at me with a tree trunk or something," she said with a giggle.

"Bull," Dawn grunted, "you forget, I saw you with that monstrosity you got as a gag gift."

"My curiosity always gets the better of me in the end," Dani sighed and laughed. "No, tonight I am going to get you in the end, if you will just hold still," Dawn said smiling. 

Dani turned her head back and relaxed, "I have been dying for you baby," she said in a voice so soft Dawn could barely make out the words over the storms incessant howl.

"I am sorry, my love, sorry for being gone so long," Dawn said gently stroking her back, "I will make it up to you."

"You already have; it's just so good to have you home,"

"I haven't yet, but I will," Dawn said as she pressed her hips forward and the head of her dildo forced itself past the outer ring of muscles. A long exhalation was Dani's only response. Dawn pressed forward again and the dildo bent downwards allowing her hips to smack into Dani's behind. Dawn growled in frustration, but Danielle burst out laughing.

"You know maybe you do need to worry about how big you are baby, I barely felt that at all," she said through gales of laughter. Dawn felt herself flush with anger, but hearing Dani's gentle laughter removed the sting from it and she smiled. Dawn heard no derision in the laughter of her lover, only happy amusement.

Dawn pulled back and grasped the dong in her hand, while holding Dani's hip with the other, she eased forward, feeling the blunt head press into the redhead's tight passage. The laughter died in an abrupt gasp. Dawn forced more of the jelly dildo in; slowly sliding her hand back to keep it rigid, when a little over half was in Dani began to whimper.

"Still think I need more?"

"N..No, that's too much for comfort,"

Dawn shot her hips forward in a sharp thrust that sent another two inches of the purple monster into Dani's gaping pussy. The redhead groaned and Dawn smiled. Now she would get the little vixen back, she thought.




The Storm



"You sure babe?" she said. Before Dani could respond, Dawn drove more in with a strong thrust.

"I should have used a bigger one on you when I had the chance, you witch," Dani said through clenched teeth.

"Speaking of which, I still owe you," Dawn said grasping the redhead's hips firmly and sinking more of the dildo into her dripping snatch.

"Ohhh..Ow!"

"Are you all right?" Dawn blurted out.

"I'm fine, just take it easy for a bit, that things big,"

Dawn leaned over her back and let her hands slide down to the two swollen breasts hanging from Dani's thin chest. She gently kneaded them and licked Dani's neck. When the redhead woman shivered she whispered "you don't really want me to take it easy do you?"

"Mmm, no, not really," Dani said in a small voice.

"What do you want?"

"You know."

"Tell me."

"I want you to ravish me my prince."

Dawn pushed her self back up and firmly gripped Dani's hips. She rocked back a bit and then forward not even moving the dildo at first. She slowly gained momentum, working her hips in a circular motion as she dragged the dildo from Dani's tight tunnel and then forced it back in. After a while it became slippery with the pregnant woman's juices and began to slide in and out easily almost effortlessly. Dawn began to draw it out farther, until she was driving into her lover with long deep strokes. She loved watching the ripples in Dani's firm ass as she smacked into it. She also loved the sounds of the dildo sliding in and out and the muffled moans and groans of her lover.

Dawn loved using the strapon on Dani. She reveled in the feeling of control and the way she could drive the little femme to stronger and stronger orgasms. Nothing got her off like hearing Danielle screaming out her name as she came. It had been over four months and Dawn was determined to really do it right tonight. She gritted her teeth and took an even firmer hold on Dani's hips. From the smooth in out motion Dawn switched to a lunging, driving thrust and withdrawal. This motion was one she could keep up all night because it was mostly in her hips and thighs. She knew this rhythm drove Dani to the brink fast. The driving from the lower angle forced the bottom of the dildo to scrape along her clit with each thrust.

Dani's gasps and moans quickly rose to a cacophony of inarticulate syllables, moans and cries which ended in a feral scream as Dawn felt her lover's inner muscles contract around the dildo. 

"That's it baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy," Dawn coaxed as she continued to fuck the pregnant woman. Dawn continued to pump in and out as her lover's bottom became unglued before her eyes bouncing and thrusting back on the purple dildo. As much as she hated to she had to slow her pace because she was afraid of Dani hurting herself.

Danielle slowly came down from her climax and Dawn withdrew the big dildo. She unbuckled her harness and went to the bathroom to get the big bottle of lotion and a towel. She returned and helped Dani onto her back and then tenderly cleaned the redhead's pussy. She longed to use her mouth but that could wait, they had forever. She then squirted a generous amount of lotion into her palm and slowly worked it into her lover's breasts and tummy, paying special attention to her nipples. Danielle sighed and murmured declarations of her love in a voice so soft that Dawn couldn't make out all the words. Even with the storm dying, it's wail and moan were sufficient to drown out the pregnant woman's voice. 

By the time Dawn was satisfied that she had gotten all of her lover's body the storm had abated to a gentle rain. Mirroring their passions it had passed from warning signs, building to a powerful force of nature and passing way with a wail and howl to a soft contemplative whisper. Dawn stripped off her clothes and curled up next to Dani. They fell into a deep sleep together with Dawn's arm draped protectively over Dani's tummy. The rain continued to fall, the surf continued to pound, and the fire continued to burn. Inside the quiet little house another force of nature held the others at bay. Rare and wondrous, this force was the love between two souls and it would prove time and again to be stronger than any of the others.



The Storm



The continuing lighting illuminated the dark house that was plunged into darkness hours before. The low rumbling of the thunder gave an eerie yet erotic electricity to the air. The glowing embers in the fireplace were slowly dying as you sat and sipped your wine, wondering where I had gone. 

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I wrapped you in the down comforter and softly kissed your forehead. But that was over half an hour ago.

You looked around as you finished your glass and slid the blanket from your shoulders. Your head spins slightly from the wine as you stand from the couch and head toward the stairs. You reach the foot of the staircase and notice a trail of rose petals leading up the dark flight, with four candles placed in various spots up the stairs lighting the way for you. Tentatively you begin to climb the stairs, anticipation replacing the concern you had felt moments before. The trail leads you down the hallway and into the bedroom. Looking around you see the room is dark except for one candle sitting on the headboard softly lighting the bed. The king size bed is turned down and is covered in the fragrant petals as well. You breath deeply taking in the intoxicating scent of the lavender candle that lights the room. You continue to follow the trail into the master bath. As you step in you gasp at the beauty of the room. Every free inch is taken up by a burning candle. You feel as if you walked into a movie or very least a soap opera set. At least 150 white candles lite the room with a soft romantic glow, sparkling playfully off of the bubbles that fill the large 2 person tub.

I step out of the shadows and move behind you placing my hands on your shoulders. You don’t jump, feeling my presence from the moment you stepped in. I lean down and place a soft kiss on your shoulder as I slide off my sport shirt that you had donned earlier to get out of your storm soaked clothes. All you can do is lean your head back and softly sigh as my fingers and lips caress every part of your body as I undress you. I move in front of you, taking your hands, and lead you to the side of the tub. You begin to speak.

“Shhhh.” I say as I place a finger to your lips. “Just relax and enjoy.”

I help you into the tub full of hot but not scalding water. I sit on the side of the tub as I watch your beautiful body disappear in the sea of bubbles. As you sink into the water I reach in and pull out a loofa sponge. Leaning you forward slightly I begin to caress you back with the loofa. I squeeze the warm water over your shoulders and down your chest and breasts, allowing you to feel the warmth of the lavender scented water. 

Softly rubbing the sponge along your body, I lean in and kiss your shoulders and neck. Your nipples harden, despite the warm water, under the gentle rubbing of the loofa. I move my lips to your ear and gently nibble your lobe as I move the sponge down your body. I caress your inner thighs with the loofa and slowly bring it up to the center of your passion as you slightly squirm in the tub. I rub your soft lips with the sponge, letting them part slightly allowing me to rub your clit with the semi rough loofa. The sensation on your clit is incredible and you twitch sending small waves throughout the tub. Your breath becomes short and labored as you beg me to touch you. I resist and continue to use the sponge on your aching pussy. I lean in and kiss you as I apply more pressure on the sponge on your clit and start little patterns along it. With the aid of the warm water you are soon shuddering with orgasm, collapsing deep into the bubbled water.

As your orgasm subsides, I kiss you deeply and help you out of the tub. I take a soft towel and start to dry you off, kissing each dry spot as a final approval. I lead you to the bedroom and lay you on the bed covered in rose petals. I delicately kiss you from head to toe being certain not to touch any of your sensitive areas. Your body wiggles under my touch, my tongue running up your calf to your inner thigh. My finger tips trace up behind my tongue as you unconsciously spread your legs for me. I pick up a few of the rose petals and use them to softly brush against your pussy lips. You let out a soft moan from the sensation of the petals against your soft skin. I let my tongue run along you, tasting you as you begin to get wet again. My tongue flicks out against your clit and you let out a long, loud sigh as your hands fly to my head, holding my face into you. I use my tongue on you, moving it deep inside of you as your legs wrap around my head. Within seconds I have you rolling into another orgasm, your legs and hands pulling my tongue into you.

I pull up from you and begin to kiss my way up your body. Your skin tastes of roses and lavender and your scent is intoxicating as I move my way to your inviting lips. I kiss you deeply as I rub my hardening cock along you. You beg me to enter you pleading that you need to feel me inside of you. I rub the head along you, teasing your clit almost driving you over the edge one more time. I finally give in to your pleas and slide my rock hard cock into your wetness. You gasp loudly as I enter you, driving all the way in one long hard stroke. I grind against you as I hold myself inside, feeling you clamp down on my cock with your inner muscles. I lean up and position myself on my knees as I continue to move in and out of you. I reach up with one hand and play with your hard nipples while my other hand presses just above your trimmed pussy so you can feel the head of my cock sliding in and out of you. Soon we both reach orgasm our bodies shaking against each other as I explode deep within you. Our juices flowing out of you as I collapse on you and hold you close. 

We move back downstairs and fall asleep in each others arms in front of the dying fire, the storm slowly moving away, the sounds of the thunder lulling us into a deep sleep. 



The Storm



Damn it! The little creek had been flooded from the violent rain. The placid little mountain stream, usually a pleasant, quiet little trickle, was a churning, heaving white water rapid. Foam was splashing up to, onto and sometimes over the old log and timber bridge; our only way out of Randy and Constance's mountain retreat. It was a nightmare scene now caught in my headlights. The forest surrounding us was so dark the hundred foot tall old growth firs crowding the road couldn't be individually distinguished; then this insane travesty of a creek. I had waded there two summers ago. It wasn't ankle deep. 

Without light of some kind it would be impossible to move in the rain forest until after daylight, many hours away. When that bridge went, it would be a long hike in that forest.

The bridge was definitely going to go! And soon! 

I sat for a moment watching the froth leaping into the air higher than my head from the madly churning rapids. What scared me wasn't the water reaching to less than a foot of the bridge, it was the water now more than an inch deep over the bridge approaches and rising almost visibly. 

The creek was just inches below the bottom of the bridge. Eight hours ago I could easily have stood atop any of the shoulder high boulders littering the streambed, and been unable to reach the bottom of the bridge. 

Time to forget the beer run Constance and I were on and get back to warn the other guests. 

Constance looked scared sitting beside me, clutching my arm. "Peter, I've never seen it this high before! We've never had water over the road." She had to speak loud to be heard over the drum of water thundering onto the roof of my fire engine red Jeep Grand Cherokee.

It had been raining steadily for several days, but shortly after my fiancée Sibyl and I arrived at the party the skies opened and began pouring buckets. I'd never before seen rain like this around Seattle. Sure it rained, but almost always a soft gentle rain. Hard, driving, knock down the cornfield rain like this just didn't happen here; until this afternoon.

Randy, Constance's husband, was giving a weekend party in the mountain 'cabin' that had been in Randy's family for generations. The land around it was all National Forest with no private buildings now being allowed. Except that Randy's great grandfather built a cabin here years before on land he bought before this was declared a National Park. Hell, it might have been his great, great grandfather. In any case, it was a classic case of "Grandfathering" as Randy told us ad naseum. The pun was long dead, but the fact remained. His family, and the branch of the family directly descended from the old man, had a legal right to keep a private cabin on this national land.

The law did not define what it considered a cabin, and over the years it had grown considerably. The main "cabin" was now an eight room, two story house. It was log construction, which was the only thing that came close to making it look like a cabin. In the city it could have been considered a small mansion. 

Loosely connected to the main cabin, and connected with covered walkways which according to the law made them all "one building", were four smaller four and five room "cabins". They had been built to house married children and their families. Each had a bathroom with composting toilet, a sitting room and several bedrooms. Kitchen and dining room facilities for the complex were housed in the main cabin.

Sibyl worked for the firm Randy's family owned, and at one time Randy had been her supervisor. Sibyl had told me that Randy had an important job in the company but everyone knew he wasn't going any higher. He was too much of a playboy, too impetuous, and his judgement had proven skewed when he overcame those obstacles. I'd seen some of the chances he took personally, and understood why the staid family establishment had no desire to see him running things. If I had been one of them, I would have been unwilling to have him running the accounting department, which was his job.

It was a trick turning my Jeep around on the lightly flooded road, but I managed and in moments we were back around the bend and parking in front of the main cabin. We had been gone less than fifteen minutes, and several puzzled faces were looking out at us from the windows.

After a jury-rigged beer cooler Randy had devised had been carried away by the river, Constance and I had been commandeered into making a beer run. Sibyl had been in a corner chatting with Randy when the grumbling grew too loud and she or he volunteered my services to drive into town to replenish the supply. I wasn't too keen on going, but this was a weekend party, after all, and taking the two hours out to keep the party going didn't seem too much of a hassle. Randy insisted I not pay for the beer, and donated Constance's services to ride along and use their credit card.

Sloshing through the parking area, we picked our way to the front door through the BMW's, Mercedes, and even one Ferrari. Inside Constance went one way, and I went the other passing the word for everyone to evacuate. We estimated the bridge was going to be washed out, probably within three or four hours. Anyone that had anyplace to go for the next several weeks had best move their sweet patooties and get over that bridge before it disappeared. It was twenty-five miles to what we in Washington State call civilization, and with this flood coming out of the sky it wouldn't be a pleasant stroll.

The first BMW fired up, and drove off ten minutes later. In the meantime, I was getting worried because I couldn't find my fiancée. . 

I had pretty much covered the main cabin when I realized the party had spilled over into the 'attached' cabins. On my way out to let those folks know about the bridge, I figured I'd find Sibyl. 

There were a few couples sitting, chatting and dancing to the stereo in the first cabin but no Sibyl. After checking all the rooms there, I moved on to the next, which was locked and empty. Not finding Sibyl there it occurred to me she had probably been in the john, so I quit worrying. Knowing it was better being over zealous than sorry later, I continued on to check out the last cabin, which also looked dark and empty.

The din of rain on the tin roof of the last cabin made it impossible to hear as I approached and for a moment I puzzled over why this cabin was roofed with tin instead of cedar shakes like the others, then forgot the problem. I was certain it was empty, it was certainly dark, but if I didn't check it out I'd be fretting about it all night. The sitting room was empty and dark. Stepping to the barely seen hall entrance I saw the door to the first bedroom was standing open, the room empty. However, as I hesitated before leaving I noticed a dim red glow showing under the door of the second bedroom at the end of the short hallway.

I felt uncomfortable about opening it, this was a party after all. However the noise on the roof was too loud for anyone in the bedroom to hear me even if I used a bullhorn. The hallway was pitch black except for the dim glow under the door, but suddenly I knew someone was in there. I stumbled over a woman's shirt lying in the hallway. I picked it up, and spotted a pair of women's slacks lying in front of the closed door.

Even in the almost nonexistent light coming from the glow under the door I knew the shirt and slacks. Not thirty minutes before I had been admiring them on Sibyl as she stood chatting with Randy. That had been just before she enthusiastically agreed to my taking the Jeep into town. That was just before Randy asked his wife to go with me on the two-hour drive. 

I stood a moment, wondering what to do. It embarrasses me now to recall it, but I almost left the whoever was in that room there as Constance and I evacuated everyone else. I almost left them to hike their way out in the morning. The distance and the damage being done to the sodden forest would make it a miserable two or three day walk. Maybe even a dangerous one. That thought was the one that decided me against trying to ignore what was going on.

Instead I carried Sibyl's shirt and slacks with me as I slowly opened the door to the bedroom. 

A small lamp stood on a bedside table, washing the room with a dim red glow. Half way between the door and the bed lay Sibyl's white, frilly, almost transparent bra, torn in half. Almost under the bed were the remains of her panties. I recognized the underwear. They were a lingerie set I gave her as a personal and secret birthday gift Wednesday. For a ridiculous moment all that filled my mind was the thought that I had never seen Sibyl wearing the set; along with the non sequitor that it had cost me $110.95; plus tax.

Snorting I focused my attention on the bed. 

Not much was to be seen. The couple was almost lost in a soft mattress, and surrounded by a hugely fluffed quilt. The only thing to be seen were two shapely female legs, spread wide, sticking up in the air and waving back and forth. Between them a large, fat male ass was rising and falling. 

They had no clue I was there.

I turned and left.

Bundling up Sibyl's slacks and shirt so they couldn't be identified, I hustled to the main cabin and out to my Jeep. I shoved Sibyl's clothes in the back and out of sight before running back inside to snatch up her coat and purse from the room where all the coats had been left. Most of the coats were already gone. 

Armed with Sibyl's coat and purse, I marched back to the scene of the ongoing crime.

Stepping just inside the bedroom, I looked around and spotted Randy's clothes. They were neatly folded and stacked tidally on a chair against the wall. The thought crossed my mind that Randy was ever the accountant, keeping everything neat and orderly. Grimacing, I realized his interest in neat and tidy was for those things he considered important. My fiancée's clothes, and by extension my fiancée, had been shredded and tossed helter-skelter. It was easy to understand what he considered unimportant; like my Sibyl, like a liaison with any woman. 

Scooping up Randy's things up I carried them outside where I tossed them up onto the roof out and of sight; socks, pants, underwear, shirt, the whole shebang. As I hefted his pants I noticed the weight of his wallet and keys but didn't stop to take them out. They went up with the pants. 

Grimly I returned to the bedroom. There the woman's legs were now wrapped around the fat ass, which was making short, hard, happy thrusts downward. Over the cacophony of the rain I could barely hear a woman's screams.

Flipping on the overhead light, I stood lounging against the door as first Sibyl's face and then Randy's popped up over the top of the quilt, looking at the doorway. Their eyes dazzled by the sudden glare of the overhead light and interrupted, as they were, in the middle of an orgasm, neither immediately recognized me. Randy's face turned ugly, and I could see, and almost hear, his obscenities and screams demanding I turn out the light and leave.

Sibyl was first to identify their intruder. Her face went from an embarrassed scarlet to a pale mask of fear as I watched her sweet lips mouth, "OH! OhmyGod! Oh no!" Then she began struggling to get free of the heavy burden lying atop her naked body. 

Of course it was impossible. Nature did not mean for a woman whose body was accommodating an erect male member inside it to be able to break free from that accommodation without the cooperation of the owner of that member. Up to then Randy had seen no reason to consent to said withdrawal. He violently wanted the light out and the intruder to leave but saw no reason to interrupt mastering the piece of fluff lying under him.

It was comical later on, recalling the exact instant Randy recognized why Sibyl was struggling to free herself from his member. He rolled suddenly to the far side of the bed, his face pale, his mouth hanging open. It only took him a moment though before he decided to try to brazen it out.

As his bluster began, still completely unheard over the roar of rain on the tin roof, I stalked to the bed. Taking my fiancée's arm I yanked her off the bed and stood her, nude and upright, beside me. She was in shock, trembling as I wordlessly stuffed first one arm, then the other into the raspberry red, full-length London Fog raincoat she had worn to the party. 

In one stride I was at the end of the bed to pick up her shoes where they had been tossed. I scooped up her destroyed underwear and shoved them in her arms along with her purse and shoes before taking her hand and hauling her after me barefoot down the hall. Clutching her shoes, purse and underwear to her breast with the other hand, her raincoat flapped open with every step, revealing her nudity.

Outside the tin-roofed cabin we could again be heard but I was silent as I hauled a barefooted Sibyl along behind me. 

Sensing, or perhaps hearing his footsteps over the rainfall, I spun around to confront Randy as he ran up behind me. He reached to grab my shoulder, and I knocked his hand away. 

"Not another move, slimeball. Got it?"

He stopped and looked at me uncertainly, no longer confident or belligerent while standing there naked. He had found his shoes, but nothing else, even socks.

"Where are my clothes, Peter?" he mumbled. 

"I put 'em away, slimeball. Before we continue this discussion you should know that the bridge across that little creek up the road will be washed out real soon. 'Most everyone else has already left so they won't be trapped here. I suggest you make tracks, too. Get some of your other clothes, slimeball. It will take you a while to locate those you took off to ball my ex-fiancée."

"I don't have any other clothes here! We don't keep things here; things can mildew. Come on, where are they buddy?"

"Damned if I'll tell you. That's your problem, not mine. And you sure as hell aren't any buddy of mine. Any friendship we had, you fucked, understand?"

His shoulders slumped, and that was the moment Constance stepped out onto the covered walkway where we were standing. She saw Randy standing there, wearing only his shoes with the shoe strings dragging on the ground and froze, both hands covering her mouth and her eyes flitting between Randy, Sibyl and myself. Glancing down, I saw Sibyl's raincoat hanging loosely, giving glimpses of her nudity with every movement she made as she stood on one foot trying to slip on her second shoe. 

Breaking out a momentary trance, Constance told me, "We should get out of here, Peter. Most of the others have already gone. One of the guys is an engineer. He drove down to look at the bridge, then came back to tell us we don't have a couple of hours until it goes. He said it might wash out any minute."

"I'm on my way, Constance. Take slimeball with you, I'll have enough trouble in my car already."

She nodded before turning back into the main cabin calling over her shoulder, "Randy, get your naked ass moving. I'm leaving as soon as I get to the car. If you aren't in it, you stay here."

I followed after her, still clutching Sibyl's hand. She was crying softly.

Once in the main cabin I stopped to let Sibyl tie her shoes. As she stood up the lights went out, except for a small emergency, battery powered light by the door, as Randy flipped off the power before following Constance out the door. She never looked back to see if he was following. 

Sibyl and I sloshed out to my Jeep. Stopping at the car we saw Randy's naked ass flop down in the passenger seat of their Mercedes. Constance didn't wait for him to buckle the seatbelt around his naked middle before she had the car moving. Looked to me like he hadn't even closed the car door tight before she drove off. 

My Jeep was the only vehicle left.

Wasting no time I backed around and headed out. Turning the corner and glimpsing the bridge I certainly understood the engineer's concern. It couldn't have been forty-five minutes since Constance and I had turned around there. At that time there was an inch of water over the road. Now it was at least five inches deep and rising. We watched Constance drive the Mercedes over the bridge, the car throwing rooster-tails up behind it. 

When we reached the bridge white froth from the creek was covering the roadway and bridge. Driving over it I felt the bridge sway.

It was a silent drive back to the city, with Sibyl hunched up against the passenger door, staring out the window. Once we were well past the bridge I had handed her the shirt and pants I'd stowed there earlier. She wasted no time struggling into them. Driving slowly because of weather conditions, not sure what else might have been happening along our wilderness route it, was an hour before we reached the main highway.

Sibyl finally broke the silence, "Peter, we have to talk. I don't want to lose you. I know it didn't look like it, but I love you. Please, can we talk? It wasn't what it seemed."

"Sibyl, we do have to talk. But in a moving car, like this, isn't the place. I have to be able to see you; look into your eyes. And maybe we should let a few hours go by first."

"Peter, we have to talk. I agree sitting here in the car isn't the place, but we have to start tonight. I can't let you have all night to brood about what you saw without telling you what happened. Give me a chance to talk. Please! We can go to my place, or yours, or someplace. But we have to start talking tonight! Please?" 

Nodding my head, I drove on, heading for her apartment. Not another word was said until we walked into her place forty-some minutes later.

Sibyl made coffee, which she badly needed. Dragging her out of her sin nest it was very obvious to me, who knew her so well, that she was "under the influence". Now she was coming down, and the recipient of an early stage hangover. The tension between us didn't make it any easier.

I sat down at her kitchen table, figuring this a more suitable venue for the discussion than the living room where we had enjoyed so many tender moments. She brought the coffeepot with her, then sat down catty-corner to where I was sitting. Fixing her eyes on her coffee, she waited.

Leaning back in my chair, I sipped my coffee and also waited.

Finally she began in a small voice, "You know I dated Randy before I met you, Peter. While I was working in Randy's department, he and I spent a lot of time together. Nothing permanent, but if he or I didn't have a date on Saturday, we would call the other and often got together. Until I met you, some of the people around us thought we were a couple. The week after I was promoted to supervise my new department I met you. From that time on I have never dated, nor wanted to date, anyone else. You were my man."

She sipped her coffee for a moment, then added, "You still are."

I grunted acknowledgement that I had heard her, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with what she was saying.

After a moment, she continued, "It was great this afternoon, seeing so many of my friends from the Accounting Department. That included Randy of course. When we stopped dating it didn't mean we were no longer friends. But you already know that. This afternoon I was drinking a lot more than I usually do, for no real reason. Since you were the designated driver I didn't pay any attention to it. For that matter, we had come prepared to spend the whole weekend if things looked like fun. So I wasn't paying a lot of attention to how much I drank, and I was having fun. Looking back on it now, Looking back, it seemed Randy was always freshening my drink. So maybe he was trying to get me drunk. I wasn't paying any attention, after all, I was there with you."

"Sometime during the afternoon Randy and I began reminiscing about the "good old days". And sometime that afternoon Randy and I shared a joint. That's something I never told you about, Peter. In our age group an occasional joint isn't frowned on, though I know you disagree with the popular opinion that it does no harm. I agree with you now, and I've always been afraid to tell you about doing that. You always seem so vehement about it. But I did enjoy a toke occasionally. Tonight I had to be drunker than I thought and a toke sounded like fun. That's no excuse, Peter, I know no one was pouring the booze down my throat."




The Storm



"Anyway, one of main effects that stuff has on me is making me terribly horny. Since you were at the party, I didn't see it as a problem. And it would have been OK except for Randy. As I was getting more and more amorous, Randy kept steering the conversation to the intimacies the two of us had shared before I met you. Looking back on it several hours later, he was leading me slowly down the garden path."

Sibyl paused, and we both waited silently for a time.

"When the "beer emergency" occurred," she continued, "Randy jumped immediately to the fact you were driving your Jeep, and therefore should be the one to go re-supply the party. It made sense to me, and as high as I was I knew I shouldn't be going anyplace until I sobered up some. That's why I was so quick to agree you should leave for the beer and also why I didn't go with you. It never occurred to me how long you would be gone, or how vulnerable I was at that moment. If anyone had asked me, I would have laughed at them…" 

"I would have been wrong." 

She paused to sip her cooling coffee. "I was surprised when Randy sent his wife off with you. They haven't been married that long and I didn't expect him to want to be away from her during a party." 

"Your Jeep wasn't even out of sight before Randy asked if he could show off the cabin that had just been set aside for he and his wife. Thinking about it now, I can see it was a way of asking if I wanted to see his etchings. That just occurred to me. I sure wish I had seen it before!"

"We chattered happily along as he led me along the covered walkway. The door to his cabin was locked when we got there, but of course he had the key, and then we were inside. He made no attempt to turn on any lights, which would have told people someone was in the cabin. That might have brought visitors. I can see all of this now, hours later, but none of it occurred to me at the time."

She looked at me, "Peter, it sounds like I'm making excuses for my behavior, but that's not the case. This is what happened, and my drinking and smoking dope were my decisions. They are not an excuse."

I nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her statement.

"After Randy shut the door, he took me in his arms, looked down into my eyes and said we had to do this for old times sake, a way to say goodbye. Then he kissed me."

"I tried not to respond, but he was very domineering and I couldn't get out of his arms. I was pretty drunk too, which made it all the easier for Randy."

"Before I realized what was happening, he was steering us locked together in an embrace across the room and into the hall. Nothing I did seemed to even slow him up, and my body was responding to his kisses and petting. He paused a moment in the hall and I believed he had realized I didn't want to do anything with him. His hands were still quite active, but it wasn't until I felt the chill air as he pulled my shirt off that I understood he was undressing me."

"Peter, I swear! I struggled but he just held me with one arm while unbuttoning my slacks. I was concentrating on pulling my arms loose so I could take his hand off my clothes, and by that time I was crying and begging him to stop. Then as he pushed the door open to his bedroom he stooped and pulled me over his shoulder. I shrieked and beat on his back, but the rain was so loud on the roof I knew no one could hear me. I could hardly hear myself. He just laughed as he pulled my pants down and off. He must have dropped them at the door, because when he stooped to put me down his hands were empty and I was stripped to my bra and panties." 

"When I dressed this morning I was excited about putting them on. I expected to model them for you tonight, either at the party if we accepted the all weekend invitation, or when you brought me home after the party. I had been so excited when I put them on!"

"Peter, I really fought him then, as hard as I could. But he just pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I was so horny that I couldn't fight my body, but I wasn't going to give in to him passively and was pounding him on the head as hard as I could. He paid no attention to me, just reached around behind me and ripped the back of my bra apart, then shoved me backwards. I lost my balance and began flailing my arms trying to catch myself before I fell. Randy reached out and grabbed a bra cup in each hand, then pushed hard against my chest with his knuckles. As I fell backward he jerked back and to the sides, tearing my beautiful bra into two pieces. He jerked so hard I flew forward into his arms instead of falling on my back. Feeling my naked breasts rub against his shirt inflamed me as always. I kept pounding on his back, but it was hard fighting my body and Randy, too."

"Randy picked me up by the thong that almost covered me, and carried me to the bed. He bounced me up and down once, holding me in the air by the thong. Then dropped me hard onto my feet where my knees started to sag, then wrenched upward. For a moment I thought he was going to lift me off my feet again, but the sheer fabric of the lingerie gave way and I fell backwards instead, landing on my back on the bed."

"Holding me down with one hand, Randy began playing with my naked body, cupping a hand around my mound, teasing my button, and then driving two fingers into me, over and over again. As horny as I was, my body completely betrayed me. Within moments I was moaning and writhing, clawing at him. I was desperate for sexual release, yet still trying to fight him at the same time. He tossed me into the center of the bed, then calmly took off his clothes, folded them and placed them on a chair. I watched him doing this, my mind not fully understanding what was going to happen next. I thought I was going to go crazy with lust. I thought I had won and he was going to let me alone."

"Once naked, he walked triumphantly to the end of the bed. I realized what he was going to do and tried to roll over and off the bed. Instead he captured my legs, one at time, where he pulled off my shoes. Then he fell forward, and without pausing buried his face in my sex to begin licking and sucking me. Within seconds I was so overcome with lust that reason left me."

"I can't tell you exactly what happened after that, except that he was soon inside me, driving me toward orgasm. As hot as I was he would have had me orgasming immediately if he were close to the lover you are. Still, he was moving toward my peak."

"Peter, I was almost there when the lights came on. I saw you standing in the doorway and my reason returned." 

She broke into tears again, her hands covering her face as the sobs wracked her small body. I wanted to reach across the table and pull her into my arms, but knew I couldn't do so. It was then that I understood I still loved her, despite what I had seen. I also believed what she had told me. There were rumors around about Randy. This sounded exactly like the kind of trick Randy would pull. 

Reaching to her, I pulled Sibyl's hands away from her face. Her eyes red from weeping, her tear-ravaged face was distorted with her grief. "Sibyl, I'd like to try to work this out. But it won't be easy. If I had heard you were unfaithful and afterward you told me this story it would have been hard to handle but nothing sounds like your fault. But I watched you responding to another man's caress. I saw it, Sibyl. It will be hard to put that behind me, and I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it." 

"For us to continue we somehow have to regain the trust we lost tonight. I'm saying we both have to regain the trust. You know what this has cost me, and you will need reassurance that I believe in you again. Until you accept that I can fully trust you, you won't be able to fully trust me. It's a two-way street. I've got some ideas we can try, if you want to hear them. They won't be easy; on either of us."

A sudden spark appeared in her eyes, "Peter I'll do anything I can to make you believe in me again. Please! Tell me what you are thinking."

"First, we have to stay away from one another for a while. Not long! But we need time to let the fire of the poisons burn down. I'm afraid if we don't we might just re-ignite the jealousy. And if we can't get beyond that, there is potential for hatred. I want us to stay away from one another for at least two weeks. Not even talk on the phone for at least a few days. I think at least a week, maybe all of the two weeks before we even talk. Then we can get together, maybe for dinner maybe for a picnic and walk on the beach." 

"It's going to be tough to do, Sibyl. Both of us will be thinking about tonight, wondering about the other. But if our love is deep enough, strong enough, I think the separation will pull us together. Do you agree, or do you see that as unworkable? Can you think of anything easier that would work?"

There was silence in the kitchen, as we sat and tried to look one another in the face. The sound of the rain outside covered even the sound of her grandfather clock in the living room.

It seemed hours before Sibyl broke the silence. "Peter, I don't want to be alone for even a minute. But I understand. It even sounds wise. It will be hell for me to live through, but it is something we can do. Maybe it will allow us both to see things more clearly. I pray it will, I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I will pray that you forgive me."

After a moment I spoke, "If I can accept your story, Sibyl, no forgiveness will be necessary. Maybe a promise to be more careful of your surroundings."

"This next thing sounds irrevocable, but I don't mean it to be so. I hope… I expect our love is strong enough to see us through this. And at this point I'm not sure that the real problem isn't with me and my selfishness. That's something we will have to work out. But I want you to return my ring, our engagement ring… Now... Tonight."

Her eyes teared again, though she didn't make a sound.

"When we are through this, I want to be able to formally ask you again to be mine. The way this has hit me, you may want to think about whether you want to accept again. Until then, there will be no formal acknowledgement of our union. Nothing anyone can point to. We will know it isn't over; neither of us will comment whether we are now together or apart. But you won't have that bauble on your finger to look at for reassurance. In a way it is a mini-divorce, a separation if you will. But I do NOT expect it to be permanent. I still love you, and I am hoping that our love for one another will pull us through this."

"Luckily we haven't yet set a date for the wedding so no ones plans need be put on hold. I won't say a word about any of this to anyone. Can you do that, too?"

Sibyl gave me a weak smile through her tears as she slowly pulled the diamond off the third finger of her left hand. Looking me in the eye, she kissed the ring, then voicelessly it to me.

I took the ring, and still looking into her eyes I too kissed the ring. 

After carefully putting it away in my wallet, I pushed my chair back and rose. "Honey, it's best I go now. I'll call you week after next at the latest; maybe earlier. Then we can plan dinner, maybe at one of Ivar's restaurants. Maybe go to that lodge in the mountains at the tiny town of Index. It is rustic, beautiful, and remote; and they have comfortable rooms in their Inn. It's a place I've wanted to take you; but we can talk about it when I call. I love you. I really do. Take care of my woman."

With that I turned and walked out the door, only turning just before the door shut for our eyes to meet. As I turned the Jeep back onto the road to drive home I felt that we could get through this. I was certain Randy and Constance would have difficulty saying the same. I felt very sorry for Constance. She was a nice woman and deserved better than the man she had so far been saddled with. At least she hadn't spent a decade with him, maybe bearing his children before she discovered how hollow he was at the core.

Five Months Later

Setting her coffee cup on the end table, Sibyl rested her head back against the lounger while she enjoyed the view from her living room window. So much had happened since that miserable storm. That week she had spent praying for Peter's phone call had seemed like a year, maybe two. She hadn't slept, couldn't eat. She had gone to work Monday and Tuesday, but called in sick for the rest of the week.

Only Constance, Peter and herself, and of course Randy, knew what had happened. Constance called her the day after her talk with Peter. Constance was worried about her after Peter called her and explained what had happened. Constance and Sibyl had been friends before that night, and Sibyl had been sure she had lost her friendship along with everything else. 

To her embarrassment, Sibyl had broken into tears on the telephone. As soon as they had hung up the phone, Constance had left to drive over to Sibyl's and they had spent hours talking and crying together. Constance had insisted over and over again that it wasn't Sibyl's fault.

Constance had driven Randy home that night. As soon as she was in the apartment she threw some blankets into the living room and locked her bedroom door. Since Randy had turned their spare bedroom into an office, she made him spend that night on the couch. 

The next day Randy and she had talked, which resulted in Randy going to his single brothers place until they could get things worked out between them. The brother, a quiet, studious man, wasn't at all happy to have his brother as a houseguest under those conditions. He had never been happy with Randy's partying ways and made it clear to him while Randy was living with him. 

Early the next week Randy and Constance sat down in the brother's apartment. Randy was miserable, having faced the consequences of his Don Juan ways and was subdued. He readily agreed to marital counseling. He did love his wife despite his philandering and knew he had a problem.

It hardly seemed credible to Sibyl, but Constance believed Randy was really trying to mend his ways. After her experience she didn't think it at all likely, but she couldn't tell Constance that. Her friend did agreed it was too early to take Randy's reform to be a certainty. But Randy was getting another chance, and would be moving back in with Constance next weekend. 

Sibyl hoped, for Constance's sake, that he was serious but at least Constance agreed he had a lot to prove. According to Constance, he knew her trust was very shaky. The old saw held true here, as always, only time would tell. 

Peter had called her Saturday morning, just barely a week after that fateful discussion. They made a date for dinner the next Saturday. He picked hr up for the date, and took her to dinner at the Space Needle. It had been exquisite. Cozy, romantic, with an incredible view of the city, Elliot Bay and the sound. The night had been clear, the moon bright, with Mt. Rainier dominating the horizon beyond the city lights. To the West, the rugged, snowy Olympic Mountains added their mystery where they rose beyond the inland sea that was Puget Sound.

She had been afraid to hope, but leaving the car Peter had taken her hand and held it until they were seated. Peter kept the conversation light until dessert. Over dessert and an aperitif Peter apologized to her. Assuring her she had done nothing wrong, he explained it took him some lonely nights to realize what he saw had not been anything of Sibyl's doing. 

They had talked every day since. Six weeks after their dinner at the Space Needle Peter had taken her to brunch in the little mountain village of Index. That afternoon they had driven into the Cascade Mountains behind the lodge and walked a short way into a tiny mountain lake. There, Peter had again proposed, and it had been more special than the first time. Despite Peter telling he her he wasn't sure what her answer would be, there was never a doubt in Sibyl's mind what her answer would be.

It had been so special.

Sibyl insisted on a simple wedding. Peter had urged they not wait and were married just a month later. After the Saturday afternoon wedding they had returned to Index, where they had spent the following week as guests at the lodge.

Checking the time, Sibyl jumped up to take the Roast out of the oven. Tonight was Peter's birthday, and he would be home in just ten minutes. This one would be very special to him, because tonight at dinner she would break the news that he was going to be a Daddy. She just had time to change into her new lingerie she had purchased for Peter's birthday.

When he walked in the door she handed him a brandy before sitting him down to the meal and her news.



The Storm



Dinner is wonderful. You are a truly talented cook. Steaks done to perfection on the grill, tossed salad, baked sweet potatoes with butter and cinnamon, warm buttery french bread and fresh peach cobbler for desert, complimented by a wonderful wine. A storm brewing in the distance, so the air is thick and we're sitting beside a beautiful lake. Watching the lightening with only the fire in the fireplace to light our bodies, I am wrapped in your arms and we are caressing each other, our passions building along with the storm outside. 

Slow dancing to the soft music playing, we start to undress each other. Massaging, nibbling, licking, and kissing each inch of flesh that becomes exposed. My hands slide over your beautifully scuplted body, massaging strong muscles, teasing your nipples to a hardness to match my own.

Following your clothes, I drop to my knees to make love to your solid shaft with my mouth. My tongue glides down your tummy to dip into your belly button and then down lower. Not touching your shaft, I find your soft apples beneath your large tree. Sliding my talented tongue up and around each of them sucking them into the moist heat of my mouth, I feel them them starting to swell with your juices. Laving at that sensitive spot just below your balls, your moan of pleasure urges me on to give you more pleasure. I can't stop myself from stroking your shaft with my small soft hands, while my mouth pleasures your balls. 

I need to feel you inside my mouth. Starting at the base, I start to leave a trail of kisses up to the tip, careful not to touch the head and back down again. I switch methods after every inch is covered in kisses. Starting again at the base, I use my tongue to taste your shaft, savoring you as i would make you my favored candy. My lips make sucking noises as I start my next round of pleasure for you. Hearing your ragged breathing at my ministrations is making me wet and hungering to pleasure you more. I can feel your sweet juices starting to smear against my lips. It is time for me to concentrate completely on the tip. My tongue flicks out to capture your juice. Using my lips, I nibble your head, making sure to touch each sensitive area. Then slowly slurping your head into my mouth. Sucking and laving each inch you thrust into my mouth. You don't stop when your head reaches the back of my throat. Thrusting harder, you keep going in deeper with every thrust, until you feel your balls slapping against my chin.

My hands are no longer needed to stroke you. You continue to pull almost all the way out of my warm sucking lips and slam all the way back into my mouth. I am grasping your firm buttocks, massaging them and stroking your thighs. Your shaft is swelling with your need for release, my hands hold you to my mouth. No longer can you fuck my mouth, but my lips have latched onto the base of your hardened member. Letting the suction from my mouth and my talented tongue sliding up and down around you bring you closer and closer to orgasm. As i hear your growl start to grow and the first of your explosion starting to race down my throat, I slide a solitary finger between your tight ass cheeks into you anally, staying there until the last of your pleasure has been captured by my thirsting tongue.

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Helping me to my feet, you crush me in your embrace. Our lips meet and our tongues dance with eachy other. My hard nipples bore into your furred chest. I groan with a mixture of pleasure and torture caused by the friction. You understand my plight, knowing how pleasuring you orally excites me. 

You lead me naked out onto the rain drenched patio. The rain is pouring cooling water onto our heated bodies. Again you crush me in your embrace as we lower ourselves to the cushioned wooden lounger. There is a leather strap that you use to restrain my hands already secured to the lounger. 

Our gazes break only when the heat of your tongue, touches my cooled skin, running around my erect nipple causes me to shudder in anticipation. Your tongue traverses between my aching breasts, suckling and laving the tender flesh. Your teeth clasp the hardened peaks while your hands push them together. The lightening illuminates my bare body and draws your gaze to my spread thighs. One finger trails up and down the slit of my pussy lips, then slips in easily. Moist heat envelopes your questing finger, that is quickly joined by another and then another. Five times in hard, fast succession your fingers fuck me violently. My body writhes and you know I am on the brink of climaxing.

This is my first lesson in submission, you want it to last. So that I will learn who is master and who is the pet. Spreading my pussy lips wide, you let the rain cool me, let it wash away the traces of the beginning of my pleasure. Refusing to allow me to close my legs, you brace my thighs open wider with the breadth of your shoulders. At first just your whiskered chin traces my outer lips, then your warm lips and finally your firery tongue whispers along my cleft. 

Moaning, I arch my hips closer to the pleasure your delving tongue is creating. Just teasingly circling my clit amuse you. Loving the feel of control over me, you draw my throbbing clit between your teeth to be held as your tongue rapidly flicks across it. Quickly, before the rain can wash it away, you lap up the juices that begin to slide from my writhing body. 

Knowing I am ready to receive you, you move me to my knees. Helping me roll over, allowing your hands to caress my breast and move to my hips. Waiting, you chose the next thunder clap that makes me jump to pump all of you directly into me. My climax is instantaneously gained. 

I cry out at the wet slap on my ass, as you withdraw completely from me. Again and again and again the sting from your hard hand connecting with my soft wet bottom echos though your ears, accompanied by my pleads for your mercy. My tears mix with the rain as you stand before me, in your hard naked splendor, as you explain my punishment was because I dared to come without your permission. Grabbing my hair and forcing my head back, you step closer. After telling me to keep my mouth shut you start to swing your hips, fiercely smacking my face with your hard cock.

Deciding that I've learned my lesson, you concentrate on your own pleasure again. You can tell that I am still crying, making the hard shell around your heart to break. You would have me give you head again, but that wouldn't give me enough pleasure to climax again. Or to make up for the severity of the punishment I had been dealt. Liking the way my soft, hand-warmed ass looks in the air, you decide to make me cum again, without permission. It will give you the excuse you need to take my secondary virginity. 

Bending down you use your wicked tongue to start teasing my exposed clit again, while inserting one finger inside my wetness once and withdrawing. Moving the moist finger to my virgin porthole, you start just massaging the outer region. Only when you feel my pulse pounding in my clit again do you slide three fingers inside of my cunt, simutaneously pushing your finger completely into my ass. Sniffles of dejection have turned to moans of pleasure as you push me closer to the edge. The storm joins us as you fiercely ride me to the heights of passion. Keeping your finger still inside of my anal canal you manuever your body so that you can enter me easily. The raging storm keeps you from hearing my climax but you feel the walls of my pussy tightening around your hard shaft, sucking you deeper into me as you thrust your hips harder and faster. 

My climax almost causes you to lose control and climax with me. My body is still shuddering when you withdraw both finger and cock from my body. It stiffens automatically and you smile at the only word I yell, "NOOOOOOO....!", as you grab my hips and with one fluid move, you make me yours completely. Soon my body adjusts to your brutal intrusion. Reaching around you grab my breasts and thrust deeper, harder and faster inside of me, gaining ecstacy inside of me. 

Untying me and helping me to stand on wobbly legs, you guide me into the warmth of the house and away from the wanning storm. Words of praise and ownership spill from your lips to ease my abused soul, ensuring my complete compliance as your pet and slave.



The Storm



The storm had been pounding the roof for an hour when the power suddenly went out. I had lit some candles and a fire in the fireplace in anticipation of that very event. Even though it was summer, the evenings got cool enough here in the mountains for a fire. I had just settled in next to the fire with a good mystery when a timid knock sounded on my door. The sight that greeted me upon opening the door would have made me laugh ig the two women on my doorstep didn't look half-drowned.

"We're terribly sorry for disturbing you, sir," said the oldest of the two, "but our car broke down on the highway and yours was the only house with lights on. Could we please use your phone?"

"Certainly," I said. "Please come in and get warm, too."

"Th...th...thank you, sir, " said the younger woman. "I'm about to freeze!" She looked like it too. She appeared to be about 18 or so, blonde hair plastered to her face. Her body was very nice and displayed in a wet, yellow crop-top tee shirt and a light cotton print mini skirt that clung to her athletic ass like a second skin. Her bra-less tits showed how cold she was with her nipples pointing the way North.

"Please, no more of this "Sir" business. I'm Paul and I'm happy to be blessed with the company of two beautiful ladies on such an ugly night."

"Thank you again, Paul. My name is Shawna and that's my mom, Sarah. We were on the way to take me to the University when our car died. I'm so glad we found you!"

The sound of the phone slamming down followed by a choked back sob hit our ears next.

"What's the matter, mom? What's wrong?"

"We're stranded is what's wrong! The road is flooded and there is no way to get our car fixed for a least a day." Sarah started sobbing in frustration as Shauna and I both moved to her.

"You're not stranded," I said. "You've just experienced a slight delay in your original plans. You can spend the night here and as long as you need to stay." I hugged her to me and stroked her back as relief flooded her body.

"But we don't have any dry clothes to wear and frankly, these are just about ruined." She was dressed more conservatively than her daughter, but no less sexy. Wearing a white linen dress suit that was almost sheer when wet, over a lacy blouse that showed off her ample charms, she was starting to get my heat up.

"I have some dry robes you can slip into until we get you warm and dry. Then we'll figure out from there. OK?"

Mother and daughter looked at each other, smiled, and then nodded. "That sounds fine, Paul. We're sorry to be such a bother." Sarah hugged me back, then put her arm around Shawna and said, "OK, point me to those robes!"

I got two old cotton robes out for them to wear along with some towels to dry off with. When they came out of the bedroom wrapped up and dried off, I met them with a glass of wine for each of them.

As we sat by the fire, I noticed each of the ladies cast a quick glance at my lap, then look away. I glanced down myself and saw that I was producing a rather noticeable lump in my sweat pants.

"Oops!" I said, reddening. "It's just that I don't have the opportunity to entertain two lovely ladies very often."

"I can't speak for Shawna," Sarah said with a smile, "but I'm flattered. It's been quite a while since I've been responsible for such a display."

"Well, I've always said that a hard-on is never an insult," piped up Shawna. "I've always considered them a high compliment."

"And a compliment should never go un-rewarded," Sarah said, moving closer to me. She then reached her hand out and cupped my balls through my sweats. I could feel myself get steel hard in an instant.

"Don't forget he was complimenting me, too!" said Shawna, moving to my other side. "I want to do some rewarding too!" At this, she kissed me like I had never been kissed before. Her lips were sweet with the taste of her flavored lip gloss, but that was soon gone - removed by our passionate kissing.

Her mother was not to be outdone though. She had managed to untie my sweats and engulf my cock before I knew what she was up to.

"Mmmmmmmffffff!" I moaned into Shawna's mouth as Sarah sucked my cock deep into her throat. "Ahh, yes, that's so good!" I gasped with pleasure.

My hands became busy introducing themselves to Shawna's nubile young body. After I had freed the tie to her robe, I found two absolutely perfect tits begging for a massage. She appeared to be about a 34 C with not a hint of sag to them at all. Her nipples were erect and pointing nearly straight up in their eagerness to be fondled and sucked. I wrapped my lips around one nipple and sucked like a newborn. One hand was busy tweaking the other nipple while my other hand was making the delightful discovery of her shaved pussy.

She was wet, ver wet. And I knew it wasn't from the rain. This girl ws hot and ready to be fucked. And thanks to her mother's oral skills, I was ready to take care of her.

"Let's get rid of these robes, OK?" I said pulling Shawna's from her body. Sarah sat up, mouth glistening with saliva and pre-cum, and shrugged her robe off as well. Her body, though obviously older, had been well cared for. Her tits, about a 38 D had just a little sag to them, but still were firm. Her pussy was neatly trimmed so that her wet lit was visible. I pulled my sweatpants and tee shirt off and was as naked as they were.

I had Sarah sit on the edge of the couch and placed Shawna on her knees beside it. I wanted both of these beautiful ladies and I needed them now. Sliding my hard cock into Shawna's smooth pussy, I could barely contain my ecstasy. She was so tight! No virgin here, but still... Leaning over, I was able to slide my tongue into and around Sarah's dripping pussy. She had obviously become quite aroused giving that excellent blowjob.

"Ahh, yessss! Suck my pussy! Oh you incredible man, eat me!" Her screams bounced off the wall of my home as I licked and sucked her hot and tasty love box.

"Mmmmm.... Tastes like hot, buttered popcorn!" I quipped. And she did... hot, buttery, tasty.

Sarah laughed, then trapped my head between her thighs as she came in an explosive orgasm. "Oh my god! Yes, yes, yessssss!" Her cum flowed over my face like a tsunami washing over a Pacific island.

While this had all been going on, Shawna had been pounding back against my cock with all her might. Young, tight pussy walls gripped my cock and tried to draw my cum up from my balls. I could barely hear the mantra she was chanting as she fucked me. "My cock, my cock, my cock." I was ready to let her claim ownership if she kept doing what she was doing.

I began my own rhythmic chant as her mother released my head from the grip of her thighs. "Fuck me, fuck me, take my cock." I could feel the cum begin its forceful journey down the length of my cock as I gripped her tiny waist and began pounding into her with all my might.

"Take it, Sarah! Take my cum! Ahh yessss! I'm cumming!" I collapsed over her back feeling my cum jet into her body.

"Yes! Please give me your cum... Oh it feels so good!" I could feel Shawna's pussy spasm in orgasm around my hard cock as I finished shooting my cum deep into her pussy. She turned her head giving me a deep kiss as we came down from our mutual orgasms.

"Mmmmm, you taste good!" she said licking the side of my mouth.

"You can thank your mother for that," I said, amazed that this young girl was licking her mother's cum from my face. She continued licking my face until it was free of her mother's juices.

Sarah stared at her daughter as she cleaned my face of her cum. She closed her eyes and gave a little shudder as if she had had a mini-orgasm from just watching Shawna. Then, as if drawn to a magnet, Sarah slid off the couch and underneath the union of my cock and Shawna's pussy.

Sarah said, "I wanted this cum when I started, and I mean to have it now!" With that she pulled my cock from her daughter's loins and popped it into her mouth. I grimaced in agony as my super-sensitive cock was cleansed of all traces of cum... mine and Shawna's. "Now, to get what I wanted..."

Sarah clamped her mouth on Shawna's smooth pussy and pulled her hips down in an attempt to get every last drop of my cum.

"Oh my god! Mom! Oh god... that feels so good! Suck me... eat that cum!" Shwna was shaking in a continuous orgasm as her own mother sucked my cum out of her pussy.

The sight of this had my cock rock hard in seconds. I slid down Sarah's body and jammed my cock into her juicy pussy. She wasn't as tight initially as her daughter, but she knew how t grab my cock with her pussy muscles. She milked my cock with her pussy. She drew out a second helping of my cum in a matter of minutes.

"Oh god, yesss! I can't believe it. I'm cumming again! Take my cum you hot slut! Eat my cum out of your daughter's hot pussy!" My cum shot deep into Sarah as she shuddered in another orgasm.

As I collapsed to the side, I couldn't believe the sight of Shawna flipping her mother around and fastening her mouth on her mother's pussy in an incestuous 69. Their moans and cries of ecstasy lulled me to sleep.

I awoke the next morning not believing the dream I had just had until I noticed mother and daughter still asleep, still in their 69.

I noticed that my power was still out and when I checked my phone, found that it was dead too.

"I guess they won't be going anwhere anytime soon," I said to myself with a smile. 



The Storm



The lightning lit up the bedroom. She waited in bed wearing her new black satin teddy she had bought just for tonight. They hadn’t been able to spend any time together in the past few weeks with work and errands, which needed to be done. She lay there letting her eyes close and imagining their last time together. She felt the wetness grow in her thong she had on. Her fingers lingered down and pulled her thong apart to reveal the swollen clit that wanted to be freed and licked. The rain fell against the windows and she saw his headlights light up the room as he pulled into the driveway. She jumped out of the bed and went to greet him in the living room. 

He opened the door fast as he could to get out of the rain. He looked up to see her standing there in the outfit she had bought. Their eyes met and she walked over to kiss him. Their tongues rolled around each other in their mouths as his hands moved across her waist to her nice round ass. He cupped each cheek with his hands and squeezed gently to let her know he wanted her. She could feel his dick swelling in his pants. She stepped away and grabbed his hand to lead him to the bedroom. 

The lightning was making the room like a strobe light. She had him stand next to the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped it over his firm shoulders and he bent down to kiss her on the lips. She could feel how hot he was next to her half naked body. As they kissed, she moved her hands down to his pants to unbutton them and unzip them. She dropped them down to the floor where he stepped out of them. He stood there in his boxers and she slipped her fingers in the sides on his waist and let them fall to the ground. His hard erection was standing forward for her to please and feel. She grabbed it gently and let her hands run across the shaft and around the head to make circles that made him moan while they kissed.

She had him sit on the edge of the bed and began to slowly remove her teddy. She let the straps fall slowly from her shoulders as her breast were starting to show. He took his hands and pulled the straps down further to make the teddy reveal her firm tits. Her nipples were rock hard and her nipple ring was making her even hotter while the little ball rubbed her nipples with every move she made. He moved his fingers to tug at the ring some and she closed her eyes to feel the tugs that made her pussy even wetter. His lips met the other nipple while he pulled the ring with his free hand. He licked and sucked on her hard red nipples and she moaned with each suck. He pulled the teddy off and let it fall to the floor. He trailed down her chest and down her stomach till he reached her belly button to kiss it and flick his tongue inside. 

The thunder rolled in the night sky and she felt his hot breathe on her swollen clit between her thongs. He licked her clit through the fabric and rubbed his finger across her slit. He could feel how wet she was. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down till they hit the floor. He stood up and pulled her down on the bed with her on top. They kissed passionately and his hands explored her body. He rolled her over, got on top, and began to kiss down her neck taking in her scent. She ran her fingers through his hair and her body arched to meet him. His arms wrapped around her body to pull her up to his lips. His lips kissed her swollen nipples and sucked them up in his warm mouth. She moaned and pulled his head closer to her nipples to take in all of her tits. His lips kissed and sucked as she wiggled under his warm body. 

He moved further down to kiss all her flesh. He came to the top of her sweet spot and let his tongue lick slowly across her slit. He played with her clit some before he kissed it. His tongue moved fast over her clit and she spread her legs further apart so he could take more of her wetness in. His mouth covered her hole and sucked up the juices that flow from her. His middle finger went deep inside her and she gripped his finger with her pussy to let him know he would soon be there with his hard dick. He fucked her hard with his finger while his tongue licked her clit till she came all over his face.

She pushed him up and down on the bed. She smiled before she went to suck on his neck. Her tongue trailed from his neck to his nipples that she sucked lightly. His chest was pounding from the excitement that was going on. She moved slowly down his chest as her hair draped over his body. His erection was standing tall when she moved her hand to pull it up to her. Her tongue circled around the head and down the shaft. He lifted his hips to meet her warm moist mouth. She closed her lips tight around his hard dick as she sucked and moved up and down his shaft. He moaned aloud and she massaged his balls with her free hand while her other hand moved with her mouth. When she got him, slick enough she pulled her mouth off and kissed the head before she straddled him and let her pussy eat up his hard dick. She cried out his name as she moved up and down and up and down. His hands grabbed her tits and massaged them while he moved his hips to meet her body. She lay down to kiss him on the lips and he grabbed her by the ass and rolled her over to where he was on top. Her fingers massaged his back. She ran them up and down his back then she grabbed him by his shoulders and held on with her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved faster and faster into her wet pussy. They moaned in time as he laid down on top of her grabbing her around her body as they both moved together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he grabbed her tight as he began to cum into her wet pussy. They laid there holding each other tight listening to the rain while she fell asleep in his arms. 



The Storm



Friday afternoon, Kim was determined to have an entire evening alone with Darnell, no kids, no computer, no interruptions, and this she would have yet how would she do it that’s the question.

Kim knew the first thing she has to do is to arrange for the kids to go to her moms for the night. She calls her mom and arranges it, once it was arranged the next step was to get to Darnell, the day went on Kim went about executing the rest of her plan, the sky began to get dark, the clouds were thickening, man it was really beginning to look like rain, she prayed they would have a thunderstorm or two as that would guarantee their evening, as he knows she hates thunderstorms and would never let her be alone during one.

The wind starts to pick up and it begins to rain, Kim goes about her plans inside, she hears the rumble of thunder in the distance she continues to work, as the storm grows closer.

“Oh yes this is going to be one wonderful night, that phone should be ringing with in the next 10 minutes, and I know it’s going to be him. He knows I hate thunderstorms and he’s going to call to check on me!” she thinks to herself.

Low and behold she was right actually she was 5 minutes off it wasn’t even 5 minutes later and the phone was ringing, she knew she had to make it sound like she wasn’t in a hurry for him to get there, but burning in her stomach was the urge to get her hands on him and keep him with her all night long, she pulls herself together, as she answers the phone.

“Hello” she says in her soft sexy voice.

“Hey babe, I couldn’t help but call you I heard the storm approaching and I just had to check on you.” Darnell replies 

“Oh I’m just fine baby, I am just going settle in with a note book and pen and work on another story, I don’t dare go on the computer to write tonight.”

“Well baby why don’t you write that story with me then cause I’ll be right over you know I don’t leave you alone in a thunderstorm, where are the girls baby?” he asks in his soft sexy accent.

“They are at my mom’s baby I will be fine I know your probably doing something or other with your brother just go ahead and do what your doing I will be fine.”

Just then a loud crack of thunder rolled out, he heard a shriek in her voice as she shuttered when she talked to him. She said nothing to him for a minute all he could hear was her breathing had picked up he could tell she was scared.

“The hell with what I’m doing baby he will understand we can finish this another time right now you need me a hell of a lot more than he does and don’t even think about arguing with me baby doll, I will be right there!”

“Ok baby I will be here take your time I have a feeling it’s getting nasty out there.” She replied in her I’m trying to be so brave tone.

Kim knew at this point she couldn’t argue with Darnell, she couldn’t think of anything but just having him there with her to hold her and get through the storm with her, that’s just the kind of man that he is he would go out on a limb for her and she knew it, that’s one of the things that so attracted her to him was the size of his heart.

She hangs up the phone and goes into the living room starting a fire in the fireplace figuring if they lost power what a better light to light the room with but a cozy fire, she goes into the bedroom and slips into his favorite light blue satin teddy, with the matching short length robe, she heard his key in the door, she stood in the doorway of the living room as she watched her Knight in shining armor walk up the stairs.

He stopped for a moment looking at her, he smiled walking over toward her, she melts to his smile his eyes shine every time he smiles which always captures her heart, wrapping his arms around her he presses her against the wall leaning in his lips meeting with hers, kissing her softly, his hands sliding down onto her ass, grasping both cheeks in his hands he pulls her in closer to him, her hands wandering slowly through his hair, just then another loud crack of thunder rolled, she jumped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body began to shiver, wrapping his arms tightly around her holding her close to him. She buried her face in his chest.

“ Oh baby doll it’s ok I’ve got you, and besides you silly girl did you really think I would actually let you be alone I knew what was coming but I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t want you to worry.” He whispers softly into her ear, his hands running up and down her back slowly.

“Oh god Darnell I hate these things, I don’t care how small they are I hate them I always have ever since I was a little girl.”

“Baby lets not worry about the storm right now, all that matters is that I am here with you right now just where you need me to be, and don’t try to tell me you didn’t need me because I know you did didn’t you?” he asks her as the backs of his fingers slowly slide between her breasts back up over her neck and over her right cheek.

“I needed you more than you know, I just didn’t want to make you stop what ever it was you were doing.” Kim moans softly her head goes back against the wall as Darnell slowly kisses her neck.

Taking her hand Darnell leads Kim into the living room, she stands in front of the fire he stands behind her then suddenly the lights go out holding her against him, he kisses the back of her neck softly, her arm goes up behind his head as his finger tips slowly trace down her side, her head lays back to his shoulder as he kisses her earlobe, kissing slowly down the side of her neck, nibbling it gently.

Turning her around he lifts her chin with his finger, their eyes locking on one another, they didn’t speak for a good few moments, they just stared at one another, slowly his hands untie her robe, his hands slip inside it, sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, sliding her straps off her shoulders one by one kissing each shoulder tenderly.

Her teddy falls to the floor, she steps out of it as he pushes it to the side, pulling her in close to him, her hands exploring his back, slowly she pulls his shirt up from the bottom running her hands inside, he moans softly as he feels her hands on his skin, lifting it up his back she backs away from him removing it over his head and completely off, her tongue running slowly down his love trail, licking and nibbling all the way down, teasing his hardened member with her teeth gently through his jeans, she opens his jeans slowly, unzipping them with her teeth, lowering them over his hips removing them, she could hear the wind whipping and the lightning crackling and the thunder cracking even louder but at this point she just doesn’t care, she has him with her and that’s what matters to her.

Gently she encases his member in her hand teasing the tip of it with her tongue, dragging her teeth over the tip lightly sucking the head into her mouth her tongue runs gently around it, she suddenly devours him like a lollipop sucking him into her throat, gently his hands wander into her hair, slowly he starts to fuck her mouth, faster and harder she sucks him, suddenly he pushes her off him, on her knees she just looks up at him.

Lowering himself down with her, taking her into his arms he lays her down slowly onto the rug, kissing her deeply he slides in between her legs, taking his cock into her hand she directs him home into her hot wet honey pot, slowly he enters into her, her back arches feeling him filling her up, feeling his slowly pumping in and out of her at first, his pace picks up as her legs wrap around his waist, her nails dragging up and down his back, their moans growing in intensity, she nibbles at his nipples as he’s above her on his arms his head throws back as she feels his member swelling inside her as his balls tighten and his body tenses.

“OHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSS BABY I’M GOING TO CUMMMMMM OHH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! Darnell screams out as he shoots his hot cummm deep inside her.

As their bodies begin to settle Kim takes Darnell in her arms holding him close to her as she hears him whisper…

“ Well baby you survived another storm!!!”

“OH my god I survived another storm in the arms of the most wonderful man in this world, thank you baby I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH and I don’t know what I would ever do without you!!!!!!!!”

“Well my baby I am here to stay and you won’t ever have to find out!!!!!!!!” 



The Storm



The rain threatened with the wind blowing the leaves showing their light green underside. Rolling clouds of black moved quickly across the sky with wisps of white and gray moving even faster underneath. Wow looks like a real nasty storm, I thought to myself.

The thunder was increasing with greater frequency. Lightning flashes caused the lights to flicker several times and the wind grew louder. The rain fell in sheets that draped the road way, along the lawn and up to the house. I quickly ran to shut the windows.

I could see a set of car lights coming up the drive and said to myself, Great she’s here! The young woman who rose from the car with her jacket covering her head quickly ran to my front and I welcomed her in. Hey Beautiful, I said looking over his shoulder at his friend’s car. The car conk out on you again? Yea she said. I wasn’t sure if I’d make it here!

Mike took Shelly’s coat and hung it in the hallway closet to dry then felt Shelly’s arm around him. She had met him online in a chat room and after several months they decided to meet. 

The pics she sent didn’t do her justice because she was just gorgeous! Her shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and full lips gave him such a rush that he blushed. A low cut blouse showing her voluptuous breasts didn’t go unnoticed either! He was wearing his usual jeans and T that showed his strong muscular arms and tight butt. She definitely noted his body as he walked through the foyer into the living room. 

He invited her to sit next to the fire to warm the chill from the storm. Again the light flickered and then went out. Shelly looked around and smiled. You planned that? She laughed. Not really he said But it works for me. He hands her a glass of wine. 

They had cybered online many times and now had the opportunity to make it real. Mike wasted no time. His hand touched her face and lifted her hair back. He leaned over and smelled her sweet fragrance. Pastel de Cabotine, She said.. I got in Quebec last year. Mmmm he said as he kissed her neck. A shiver went down her spine.

She touched the back of his neck with one hand and place the other on his cheek. Following her lead, he moved to bring their lips together. Placing her upper lip between his, he sucked lightly to hold it there as he ran his tongue over her lip. She pressed closer with more passion and felt the goose bumps crawl around her body. He laid her down on the throw pillows in front of the fireplace and began to kiss down your chest. Her hands stroke his hair as she felt him unbutton her blouse. Unsnapping the front of her bra, he exposed her large breasts and licked up on her nipples making them stand erect. Her breath quickened and she began to moan. Dipping his finger into the wine glass, he let the liquid fall onto her breasts where it ran down her cleavage and pooled in her belly button. He continued moving down and sucked the wine pool dry. Mike then unzipped her skirt and she lifted her legs so he could continue his explore of her body. With the thong Shelly was wearing lying beside her, Mike slid down to her pussy and let his warm tongue touch her clit. By then it was already wet with anticipation. Shelly was breathing heavier and as moved her hips with Mikes licking movement. Mike coaxed her cum by dipping his tongue deep into Shelly’s pussy and licking up to the clit. Each time he touched her clit she got closer to an orgasm.

Mike kept the slow licking and dabbing of his tongue until Shelly was ready to explode. Just before she orgasmed, Mike held his tongue right above her clit. He was going to tease her and make her finish the job. She grabbed his head and brought her wanting pussy to his tongue and lips, grinding until she came with a strong orgasm. 

Mike’s cock hard and dripping with pre-cum was ready to be sucked and Shelly was eager to obliged. She unbutton, unzipped, and threw off his underwear to expose his manhood. She placed her hand around his cock and squeezed lifting up to get all the pre-cum to the top. There she licked the sweet liquid slowly with her tongue dragging through his penile slit. The excitement made Mike groan with pleasure. Shelly circled his head with her tongue and then went deep on Mike. Mike sat up and fell back down as the feeling overcame him. She did that several times to get Mike close to cumming. She quickened the pace and applied pressure by sucking his cock. He could feel her tongue swirling as she sucked. A minute passed but seemed like five as he let loose his creamy cum into her mouth. She swallowed the hot liquid as it shot down her throat. Mmmm she moaned as she squeezed once more to suck the remaining cum from his shaft.

Shelly rolled over and on her knees with her butt facing Mike and told him to fuck her. Her pussy was so wet it glistened from the cum. He entered her warm pussy with his throbbing hard cock and began to roll inside her. Wetting his thumb, he rimmed her asshole and then slid it inside so that he could feel his cock inside her. This sensation from both the asshole and pussy gave her an almost instant orgasm. Mike grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he pounded her pussy. Faster and faster to jack hammer her we went. Moving his thumb in and out in time with his cock. Shelly was moaning loudly now and saying Fuck Me Fuck Me Hard!. Mike was getting sweaty as he continued his pace. Letting loose her hair, he reached around her and put his finger on Shelly’s clit. Ooooohh she exclaimed as the bundle of nerve endings shots sparks through her body. Mike quickened his pace again and Shelly was with every rhythmic pass yelling Fuck Me Fuck Me.

Just as Mike was about to orgasm, Shelly grabbed the pillows and shuddered with another strong orgasm. As it subsided, she panted heavy to catch her breath and then next orgasm followed and Shelly could not speak! She put her fingers between her legs and touched Mike on the balls. This sent his cum flying into Shelly’s hot pussy! She could feel his cum making her pussy wetter. Mike wasn’t done though! He pulled his soaked cock and slowly put up Shelly’s asshole. Using his fingers, he dabbed her clit and played with her swollen pussy finding the G spot. Shelly came in just about a minute as her ass bounced off of Mike thighs. He kept his vigilance until he came for the third time. Shelly was exhausted but very satisfied as they both tumbled to the floor where they fell off into a peaceful sleep. 



The Storm



Thunderclaps grabbed my attention, as I walked down the dirt road towards the small cottage that id passed half an hour ago. My feet hurt, id taken my shoes off as I trudged down that road. In a daydream, thinking how my life had taken a turn, how my boyfriend had left me, how if I had not taken that job, then maybe now, id still be at home with Seth.

The sky opened up, and rain poured down, my hair stuck to my face, as the rain ran into my eyes, I looked through the haze of the storm to the light that I knew was in the distance.

The gate to the cottage was old, and hung off one of its hinges. Screeching as I opened it, making my skin crawl and every old Bela Lugosi movie id ever seen come into my head. Hoping against hope that there was someone inside. Someone that had a phone, I walked down the overgrown path to the front door.

There was a hurricane lamp swinging in the wind, lighting up the door, its glass darkened with soot sent distorted shadows over the old walls of the cottage. I walked to the door my body shaking with the cold, my teeth chattering I knocked and waited. There was the sound of scraping and footsteps, heavy on the floor; I could see a light through the curtain on the door. 

The door opened and there you were standing there, your eyes sparkling, you smile enchanting, I was speechless. 

I had already figured out what I was going to say when the door open and was not expecting to be greeted buy a tall extremely good looking man.

My body shaking with cold I explained that my car had broken down and I was in desperate need of a phone.

“ First” you said “ you need to get warm and dry, then we can figure out what to do with your car”. You led me inside to a small cozy room with polished floorboards and a roaring fire. There were hurricane lamps hanging from the exposed beams and large sheepskin rugs on the floor.

You disappeared through a door explaining to me that you would get me something to change into and to make myself comfortable. Which is exactly what I did. Sitting myself down on one of the rugs, right in front of the fire. My hair wet through, I let it out of the corporate bun that I’d had it in all day and let it fall down my back, leaning ever so slightly towards the fire in the hope that it would dry faster that way.

You walked back in the room; your arms full of towels and sat on the floor next to me. “ I’m Steve” you said, “ thought it was a good idea that I introduce myself.” 

I laughed and tilted my head in your direction; “ I’m Stella.” Accepting a towel from you I began to dry my hair, wiping as much water from my shirt as I could. 

“ You need to get out of those wet clothes.” You chuckled “you look cold, and those clothes won’t dry while your wearing them. Let me get you one of my old T-shirts, it will swim on you but it should do nicely.” And in saying that you stood up and walked out of the room.

I began unbuttoning my shirt; it was a standard woman’s business shirt, white with a nice lace collar. It looked good with the straight black skirt that I had decided to wear today, the tailored jacket that came with the skirt, I had left at home, never expecting to be caught in a storm and be cold and wet. I removed my shirt and draped it over the back of a nearby chair wrapping my hair in one of the towels I unbuttoned my skirt and stepped out of it, hanging it by the shirt.

It was nice, standing there in front of the fireplace, only my bra and panties stopping me from being totally naked. The warmth of the fire making me sleepy, I sat down on the sheepskin rug and before long had layed down and was dozing.

I woke to feel warm hands rubbing my arms, my back. It was so nice. So good. They were strong hands, hands that knew how to massage hard tired muscles. At first I was still so dreamy that it didn’t hit me where I was and who it was, that was rubbing my back.

I sat up with a start. Looking at you I grabbed at a towel lying on the floor and held it to me. Trying to cover myself. You grinned at me, your eyes sparkling in the firelight. Reaching out you 

Pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, you leaned forward and kissed me. 

Your kiss was sweet soft and lingering, I closed my eyes and tasted honey on your lips, your tongue searching for mine and finding it, playing with it. Your hands finding the towel and pulling it away from me you tossed it aside.

There is a moment where I think that I might have actually said “ no.” but that time never happened, your lips were magic, my broken heart finding the comfort that it needed in your arms.

I leaned into your kiss, giving you the sign that you needed to say that it was all right, that I wasn’t going to run or try and stop you. I heard you moan as your kiss deepened, your breathing a soft sigh in my ears. Your hands playing with my hair, my face, trailing the shape of my jawbone. 

My skin tingled to your touch as you removed my bra and tickled my nipples with your fingertip. Running it around my areola making it crinkle with anticipation .You stopped and stood up taking my hand you pulled me to my feet and lead me down some steps and into a large bedroom. 

A fireplace a feature along one wall, A fire blazed in it, wild shadows danced on the wall and the floor setting the mood perfectly. You turned to me and holding my face in your hands kissed me so gently. I really couldn’t believe that this was real, it all seemed a dream. 

I noticed that you had a huge window along one entire wall, with double doors set in, it overlooked a garden and as we kissed the lightning outside flashed patterns on your face, making your beautiful lashes stand out on your cheeks.

I never realised just how erotic a storm could be. The beating of the thunder in rhythm to my heartbeat, the pattering of the rain against the window. Your hands shook slightly as you softly ran your fingertips down the sides of my body. Goosebumps covered me, I whimpered as your kiss deepened. My eyes closed I let my hands play with your chest, feeling your nipples harden as I ran my hands over them. I began to unbutton your shirt, my fingers finding their way inside and over your hard chest, I smiled as I removed your shirt and dropped it to the floor.

You grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. You kissed me hard. Your need obvious. You took me to your bed as the storm raged outside, the lightning sent distorted images all over the walls, the thunder loud, as the rain drummed a staccato on the tin roof. The candles that you had around the room lending light to the bed, it was a huge and ornate four poster, surrounded with a net canopy. You layed me on the bed and I noticed that you had silk scarves tied to the posts and wondered if I would enjoy the feel of them.

You layed me on your bed and lent over me, letting your tongue trail down my neck, down my throat to my breasts. My nipples throbbed as you tweaked them hard, moving down my body to my navel, flicking in and out, I moaned softly, as I watched you in the candlelight your image strobing as the lightning lit up your face, then darkened again. You slowly worked your way down to my panties. Lifting my butt, you slid them off. Your fingers playing with my slit as you worked your tongue over the mound of my shaved wet pussy. 

You sighed as you pushed my legs open wider, bending my knees a little. My heartbeat so fast, as the anticipation of what you were going to do ran through my body, I could feel the warmth of your breath on me as your fingers lightly tickled my clit. Making it harder, making me burn with a need for you, for your tongue to touch me, to be inside me eating me. I reached down between my legs and grabbed at your hair, and pulled you to me.

Your face buried in my pussy, you tongue fucked me hard, in and out as I ground my wetness against you, your fingers pumped into me making my whimpers louder. I wanted you, I needed you, I reached down and pulling you up my body I layed you on your back, and unbuttoned your jeans, I pulled them off and threw them on the floor and smiled as I realised that you were naked under your jeans.

I stood up and went to the double doors and threw them open, letting in the wind, the rain, and the storm. Standing there naked in the glow of the candles, I called to you, wanting you to make love to me in the storm, outside, with the force of nature screaming around us.

You stood up and walked to me, took my hand and walked outside with me.

It was cold but we didn’t seem to notice, as you turned to me and kissed me deeply, your passion ignited by the feel of the wind against us, you pulled me down onto the grass never letting me go, never stopping the kiss, you hands explored my body, I could taste myself on your lips, which only made me hornier, hotter for you, my hands ran down your hard stomach as the rain poured over us, your skin slippery, your nipples so hard, I leant over you and took one in my mouth, nipping it hard. 

I moved slowly down your body, my tongue explored you, took the taste of you in. I craved the feel of you, as I worked down, your moans louder now, rocking me as the thunder shook the ground we were laying on. Lightning showed me the pleasure on your face. I sat up and moved my legs over you; I slowly lowered myself on your hard prick. Your eyes widened as I took your length inside me, my body warms, as the cold hard rain beat down.

I closed my eyes and threw back my head as I felt you deep inside me, your hands gripped my hips and pulled me down onto you. You thrust into me, in and out, up and down, as I raised my butt in time with you, I lent forward so that you could fuck me deeper, you hard cock so good inside me. The storm was violent but not as intense as our lovemaking. You moaned as you pumped into me, my whimpers growing in intensity as you rocked against me. My pussy throbbed as you took me to new heights.

As I sat on you with the rain running off my body, my nipples hardened by your pulling. You’re biting at me made my body shake, the explosive passion grew inside me while you held me onto your hard throbbing prick, I lent back and your fingers found my clit, and rubbed against it hard, as you fucked me, moaning and screaming as the storm raged around us and thunder and lightning boomed.

The feel of your hard body, wet, slippery, your hard prick hot inside of me was enough. I threw back my head and screamed as my orgasm ripped threw me, my pussy muscles gripped your hardon and milked it. Your hands pulled me onto you as you thrust into me pumping hard, my juices mixing with the rain water as I ground my wet pussy against you, wave after wave of hot, body shaking orgasm rocking me.

You were groaning, holding me hard as you pushed into me, my body shook hard as you fucked me. Your own orgasm so close, I squeezed you hard with my pussy muscles and rubbed against you as you bucked up and down, forgetting the storm, you closed your eyes and arched your back as your hot cum spurted into me. You screamed a guttural, Neanderthal scream. Your orgasm intense, your cum running down my thighs, warm in the cold of the rain, you gripped my hips and thrust into me one more time, pinning me to you as your final spurts left you.

We lay there for some time, letting the cold rainwater wash the signs of our lovemaking away, your arms held me close as I lay with my head on your shoulder. The Storm moved away, subsiding much the same as our lovemaking. We stood and went inside, the warmth of the fire inviting, as we lay down in front of it to warm our cold skin. We kissed and we slept, there with the glow of the fire matching the glow of our passion.

I will always remember that night. The night of The Storm, I remember it every time I hear thunder, and smell ozone in the air. It brings a new meaning to getting wet in a storm.



The Storm



Well because I am horny and just want you in a most animalistic way, I do believe slightly rougher sex is a requirement. Since you will be naked like we usually are at my house, it should not be a challenge to get inside you. I think I will lure you into my room and onto my bed. To start I will have you face me as I begin the slow rhythmic entry into you. I will pick up the pace as I trail my teeth from your lips down the side of you face to your ears and begin to bite at your ear lobes. Now not just my pace is increasing but the force of my thrusts is building with the growls I emit from my chest out thru my mouth as I gnaw on your ear so there is no doubt you hear it. I make sure our bodies are pressed tightly together as I drive my hard cock deep into your pussy which gives to the size because there is no choice but to. 

I reach my hand up your back, lift you slightly then grab a hand full of your hair and yank back. Just as you have time to realize and register the pain I lift my head backward then forcefully bring my head back to your ultra vulnerable neck. The combination of sharp teeth, bite pressure and hitting force from my dropping neck send you to your first orgasm and I feel your pussy contract and squeeze around my large cock as I continue to pound in and out of you. 

As I feel the warmth of your blood rising to the surface of you skin under my bite it sends me into a slight frenzy so I bite a little harder and use a side ways motion to release the life giving fluid from your neck. Your nails rake down my back and leave deep lacerations as small amounts of blood trickle down the side of my back and you feel it drip onto you and pool in between us. I release both your neck and your hair then sit up slightly pull your legs apart despite the vise they have on my waist and spread your ankles wide apart to the near splitting point. This opens you up more so I can reach deeper into your warm slushy tunnel of love.

I push your spread legs back towards the side of my bed to each side of your head which repositions your lower abdomen and allows even great access into you nether regions. You now have a full 8 and one quarter inches by two and one half invading a space only naturally three inches deep and well barely measurable across as you feel me hitting your womb and realize the helpless position you have gotten yourself into. This sends you closer and closer to orgasm. You tell me you are about to cum once more and as I pound, your favorite grin appears on my face. I release your legs and pull out of you. 

What you couldn't hear because of the pounding you were taking and that which was inaudible over your own screams and grunts of pleasure and pain was the approaching storm has arrived. I hop off of the bed and roughly pull you by the hair and half drag half walk you out by your hair. You ask what about the neighbors and I tell you I don't care who sees me fuck my baby. 

We walk out into the pouring rain and stop at the tree nearest my driveway were I push you up against it. You try to turn around to face me but I am on you too quickly. I grab you by your right hip and left should and with no hands ram my cock into your sopping wet pussy. You shriek from the unexpected but delightful new fullness that you feel deep in your tummy. After just moments of hard fucking in this stormy atmosphere you are right back to the point you were at before I pulled out the first time. This time however I let you cum on my cock once more. 

I back away a little bit while maintaining my grip on you forcing you to bend at the waist so I can see your back and the arch where your perfectly rounded as meets your lower back as rain droplets cascade down from your soaking hair and splash up from your tanned back. I grab hold of your hair from this position and force your face upwards so the torrential rains splash against your face. 

The cool rain mixes with the warm blood from your neck and it slowly oozes down around the front of your chest culminating to light red droplets falling from you perfectly shaped breasts as they sway uncontrollably from the pounding your are receiving. Seeing you writhe in ecstasy under my touch, hearing you moan for "more, faster and harder" soon begins to bring my orgasm on deck. I move forward enough so your are now only slightly bent over and I release your hair and let it all dangle over your left shoulder. I reach around and grab your slippery tits in my hand and pull you closer to me. You reach out to the tree to brace yourself as I caught you slightly off guard. I paw and need at your titties squeezing hard enough to surely leave makes but we both know you like it when I fuck you hard and roughly manipulate your breasts. 

My next thrust sends the front of your body into the tree despite your arm's support. I release your boobs and grab for the tree to increase my leverage and add force to my cock's assault on your womanhood. It is a success. I am now pounding you so hard that with each thrust you go further and further onto your tippy toes. I thrust once more as powerfully as I can. I then tip my head forward, open my mouth as wide as possible and with all the force I can muster grab hold of the back right side of your neck. I do this because I am now, with out any warning to you, cumming deep inside your pussy. With each contraction of my balls I bite harder and strengthen my grip. Feeling me fill you with my seed sends you into your third and most powerful orgasm. Stream after stream of my warm liquid inundates your tight sucking channel making the subsequent thrusts much more slippery. As if by instinct despite your orgasm you muster the strength to push me back so you can turn around and squat down in front of me. 

I however did not let go so now the back of your neck releases a good deal of its sacred fluid. You look up and see the blood on my lips and chin, feel it running down your back as the rain beats against your tired body and take my still spasming cock into your mouth so as not to waste the last of our union. With full deep strokes your take as much of me into your mouth as you can, greedily sucking out the last of my salty fluid. Your left hand caresses and fondles my balls as your right hand strokes my cock milking the last of my sperm into your awaiting mouth. The taste of our combined cum is more than worth any effort either of us have put into our love making.

You shakily stand up and we take each other mouths in a deep embrace, I tasting the culmination of our fucking and you tasting my saliva quenched in your own blood. As you bring your self closer to me you feel my cock begin to grow and by the end of our deep kiss look down to see it hard again...

But tell me can you take a round two?



The Storm



11:39 pm, 22nd October 2003, it's pouring down with rain, THUNDER can be heard, rain clattering against the windows, the wind howling through the trees in this ordinary looking neighbourhood in Poinciana Fl. This is one of the worst storms of the year. The street is dark and lifeless, cars are parked up the driveways, rain clattering against the metal, squirrels seeking cover under the many palm trees and bushes. All the lights are off, the street enveloped in darkness.

A FLASH of lightning lights up the street and shows two young women soaked to the bone running for shelter against the overwhelming downpour of lukewarm rain. The girl's are called Katie and Sara. A young couple trapped by the confines of love and loyalty, slaves to their passion and tonight was no different.

Katie, 19 years old has long brown hair and a burning glare of intelligence and creativity that lies behind her mysterious grey eyes. Sara, 22 years old has blond hair down to her shoulders, her blue eyes full of love and emotion. Katie's wearing a green dress laced in blue and gold which shimmers in the moonlight. Sara is wearing jeans and a white blouse and looks incredibly sexy. 

Katie is slightly ahead of Sara, only be a few feet. She runs up to her door and turns, Sara can't stop in time, she bumps and knocks Katie over to the wall. Katie looks Sara deep in the eyes, over taken by passion, Sara leans in close and kisses her. Her tongue sliding into Katie's mouth, her hands running down her thighs. Katie's soft moans muffled by the continuous strikes of THUNDER, her hands running through Sara's hair. 

Katie pushes Sara back. A FLASH of lightning strikes and lights up the street. Katie's hair dripping all over the doorstep, she turns around and slides her key into the lock, she turns the key and opens the door. She takes Sara's hand and leads her in, with one last FLASH of lightning, the door closes.

Several minutes later, THUNDER strikes, the bedroom door swings open, Katie and Sara in tight embrace, long passionate kisses, Katie's leg knocks the desk, Sara's arm knocks over the phone on the desk. They stumble over to the bed and fall down hard. Sara on top, Katie under Sara, her eyes burning with passion that needs unleashing. Sara slides her tongue deep into her mouth, their tongue meet, Sara's hands reaching under Katie's dress. Katie's hands reaching and tugging on Sara's blouse.

Sara kisses Katie's neck, softly biting it and moving down to her breasts, her hands squeezing them and cupping them, Katie's groans intensify. She leans up, Sara pulls away for a second and reaches behind Katie. She pulls down the zipper and slowly lowers Katie's dress, she unclips her bra and throws it aside. Her fully rounded breasts revealed, with two beautiful pink erected nipples, fully formed and 100% natural. 

Sara cups them and squeezes them, making Katie squirm and moan with pleasure. Katie falls back into the bed and looks up at her Goddess as she takes off her blouse and unclips her bra. She tosses it on the floor. Sara's breasts while not as big as Katie's, they are perfectly rounded and her soft light brown but damp nipples are fully erected and aroused.

Katie looks at Sara with pure admiration. Sara leans down and kisses Katie full on the lips, their tongue clashing and sliding, their breasts colliding, soft flesh making contact, nipples brushing over nipples. Katie groans louder then ever, her orgasm approaching. Sara's hands sliding under Katie's dress, her fingers travelling along her firm legs continuing upwards towards Katie's most treasured place, a place that only Sara has access to.

Her fingers find the Promised Land and softly slide inside Katie's wetness. Katie's body spasms at the sudden penetration but is held down by Sara's body weight. Katie looks up at the ceiling, while Sara's fingers slowly slide in and out, ever increasing in speed. Her breathing intensifies, the sound around her gets louder and louder, the clock on her bedside, the dripping tap from the bathroom and the rain pelting against the window with the THUNDER in the background, the wailing of the wind, Sara's fingers pulsing through her body sending shivers of pleasure through her spine, moans escaping her lips gradually getting louder and louder. Sara's tongue flicking over her soft nipple, while her other hand grasps the other breast and squeezes it, causing Katie's blood to boil, her body jerking and reacting under the intense feelings rushing through her body just begging to explode. 

As the THUNDERING continues through the night, the clock next to Katie's bed reads 2:37 am. The moon is opposite Katie's window, the moonlight shines into the room and lights the room. Katie is naked, her breasts hanging in front of the window, the moonlight highlighting all the wetness and soft bite marks left by Sara. Her breathing is loud, intensified, her moans and groans echoing through the room. A flash of LIGHTNING lights up the room, Katie's sitting over Sara's face, Sara's tongue licking her wet and swollen pussy lips. Katie's shaved mound is slick and shiny from her juices and Sara's saliva. Sara's tongue deep inside Katie, her finger pressing against her anus, Katie is squeezing and pulling her breasts.

4:02 am, the wind howling, the rain hitting the windows, thunder thundering in the background. Sara's sitting on Katie's face, her breasts and pussy facing the window. Sara is also completely shaved. Katie's fingers are furiously rubbing and fingering her pussy, while her tongue is inside her ass, licking hard, sending shivers down Sara's spine. Katie's licking deep, her fingers sliding in and out of Sara's wet love hole. The licking gets harder and deeper, her fingers slide in hard and fast, her thumb on her clit pressing in and releasing. Sara's orgasm approaching fast, her moans and groans getting louder and louder. LIGHTNING strikes and lights the room, Sara orgasms, her fluids leak out over Katie's face and down the side of her neck. Katie's tongue stays deep inside Sara's ass.

As Sara is recovering from her Orgasm, she slowly leans back, her hair slides along Katie's pussy and clit and brings Katie's orgasm. Her body jerks, her tongue slides out of Sara's ass, her eyes close, the sounds around her intensifies. Sara turns over and licks the fluid dripping out of Katie's pussy and keeping it in her mouth. She leans up and over Katie's breasts. She places her lips on Katie's lips, her mouth opens and she releases Katie's fluids into her mouth. Katie swallows and licks Sara's tongue. With one final gaze at the clock, it's 4:38. Sara and Katie fall asleep in each other's arms, completely satisfied and full of love for each other. 



The Storm



The sky is beginning to cloud up as Jen leaves work. She rushes trying to make the thirty- minute drive home before the impending storm begins. She was hoping to be able to relax in the tanning bed after a hard day, but if this keeps up she won't make it home in time.

Kevin watches the raindrops splash as they hit the large window of the salon. Drops soon turn to a steady downpour as the storm begins in earnest. The dark, almost black clouds churn and roll. There is no lightning yet but the wind is picking up and he can tell that it's going to be a wicked storm.

"Bye and be careful," he tells the two customers going out the door, "It's getting pretty nasty out there."

He hears the women giggle at the word "nasty" and has to chuckle himself. That's one thing he enjoys is flirting with the ladies that come in. Unfortunately in a small town like this one, nothing can ever come of it. Most of his ladies are married and just like a little friendly flirtation. It keeps them coming in so it's great.

Kevin moved here and started the business a year ago and hasn't been able to meet many people. He begins to daydream while he straightens up the beds, imagining what those hot bodies look like lying there, baking.

"It is going to be a long evening" He shakes his head and walks back to the front desk. There are no appointments and with weather like this, well; might as well lock the doors.

Jen hasn't gone far when drops of rain begin pelting her windshield. She notices the ominous black clouds coming from the direction of home. It looks really bad and now the rain is falling in sheets. She decides to pull in the little shopping center just ahead to have dinner and wait out the storm. She gets out of the car at a small café and is soaked by the time she reaches the door. The waitress brings her a small towel and she sits, shivering until the coffee comes. As Jen sips her coffee she notices the tanning salon on the corner. She decides to head over there when she's done.

Watching the weather out the window, Kevin notices a car pull up at the café and the rather attractive woman running for the door. He decides that he really could use a cup of coffee himself. The phone rings and he writes down the appointment for tomorrow, it's one of his regular customers and she talks forever. He puts the phone down and heads toward the door and again the phone rings.

Just as he puts the phone down again he sees the soaking wet redhead walking to the door. Her blouse is very sheer from the wetness, revealing plump, very tan breasts.

He smiles as she comes in the door and welcomes her. He can't help but stare as she leans on the counter and asks if there are any beds available.

As soon as Jen walks in the door she notices the way the good looking guy at the counter is staring at her. He is so cute trying to pretend he isn't looking at her chest.

She looks up at him when he asks how much time she wants and notices his dark green eyes. They smolder into hers as she answers. She is really getting off on the way he looks at her; it's been so long since she has had a man's attention. She can feel his eyes on her as she walks back to the room.

"Hey, if the storm gets to bad and it starts to lightning too much, I'll have to turn off the bed."

He watches her ass as she walks to the door. He loves a nice full ass and imagines squeezing it. 

Jen goes in and begins to take off her clothes. She hopes they will dry a bit. She rubs tan accelerator all over, thinking how wonderful it would be if he helped her. She lies in the bed and puts the headphones on. She has been looking forward to this all day. Tanning has become her escape. The bed is so relaxing she falls asleep with the radio turned up loud. She dreams about him rubbing oil on her body, his hands roaming over her breasts and then her smooth stomach and on down to massage her feet with warm hands. Her body begins to tingle dreaming of him touching her hot body. Her hand slips slowly down and she begins to caress her swollen clit.

Kevin is watching the storm as it grows in intensity and he thinks of her laying in the bed her large, tan breasts toasting nicely and how that hot skin would feel against his body. She is the most beautiful woman he's seen in a while. He rubs his crotch, thinking of that fire red hair. Just then a huge bolt of lightening flashes and he can feel the electricity in the air. Another rips across the dark sky and then another, each flash getting closer. Kevin decides to go and get her.

He raps at the door but she doesn't hear him. He knocks louder but still no answer. He realizes he could just turn the bed off but he feels compelled to rescue her in person. The thunder is getting louder outside and the storm is moving closer. He gets the pop key to the room and slowly opens the door. He notices her skimpy lace panties on the floor and envisions her lying there naked. He calls out but there is no answer, he hears her moaning softly.

He calls out a bit louder hoping she will hear but again, no answer. Her moaning gets more intense and his cock begins to throb imagining what she might be doing in there. He hears the weather getting even worse and calls out once again, still no reply. The only thing he can do is open the bed and interrupt. He walks over still trying to get her attention and opens the bed part way. There she lies with her hand rubbing a moist pussy. He can't say anything her body is so breathtaking. He touches her shoulder and she gasps in surprise and sits up. Kevin tries to explain about the weather but the words refuse to come out. His mouth begins to water just thinking how fantastic it would be to suck and kiss those huge, firm breasts.

Jen looks at the growing bulge between his legs and smiles, "relax, it's okay." She says. She gets out of the bed and stretches seductively, showing him her body. He sees the glistening wetness on her inner thighs from pleasuring herself. She looks at him with a wicked little grin and says "Thanks for getting me, I fell asleep." She jumps slightly when a loud clap of thunder echoes through the room.

"I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be getting rather "hot" in there. Anything I can help you with?" Kevin says giving her a teasing little wink.

Jen looks down at his now very obvious erection and decides that he could be of great assistance. "Will you tell me if my tan is even in back?" She asks. She turns and arches her back while looking behind her, lifting her ass to give him the full view.

"That's the best tan I've seen in a while" he tells her. He rubs her ass and inspects thoroughly, giving her a playful slap on the ass when he's done. By now his cock is threatening to burst from his pants. He reaches out to play with that fiery red hair. "You are so beautiful!" He kisses her neck and then moves to his knees to fondle her ass once again. He leans forward and starts to kiss and give little nibbles to her cheeks. She arches her back and moves in rhythm as he plays with her ass. She leans on a chair to give him better access and he runs a finger down her crack and over her soft pussy making her quiver in anticipation.

He spreads her full cheeks and licks from her pussy to the top of her ass. She cries out with pleasure and again feels that hot tongue on her clit. He slowly runs his tongue back up to circle around her tight little ass hole. His tongue darts around her ass, then in and out. Her hips writhe as he drives her wild. She screams for him not to stop and feels two fingers slip into her aching pussy pumping hard as he tongue fucks her ass.

The sensation of him flicking that hot tongue in her ass is maddening, he is driving her wild. The thunder rages outside and her heart pounds with each loud clap. He licks the glistening wetness from her inner thigh and then licks down to her feet and up again. Slowly he stands and kisses her possessively, thrusting his tongue into her waiting mouth as the thunder pounds loudly outside.

He holds her warm, full breasts in his hands and begins to kiss and suck them, teasing each nipple, biting softly. She feels his stiff cock pressing against her thighs, she can feel the throbbing heat as she unzips his pants and reaches in to find his thick cock. She sprinkles warm kisses over his chest and abdomen. She stops at his belt to undress him completely and expose his extra thick member. The site of it makes her suddenly ravenous and she has to put it in her mouth. She doesn't waist any time by taunting him she wants him too much. She takes that huge dick in her mouth and begins to suck, massaging it with her tongue. The thunder rages on and she completely looses herself in the moment.

Kevin moans and starts pumping hard, fucking Jen's mouth like crazy. She begins to moan as well and sucks hard, taking him to the back of her throat until she can feel his balls slapping against her bottom lip. Jen reaches down and starts kneading his balls trying to drain every last drop from him.

" Not so fast" Kevin grabs her head and gently pulls away. "I want to return the favor." He lays Jen down on the floor and she spreads her legs wide for him. He sees her wet pussy and can't wait to taste it. Positioning himself on top of her he slowly pushes his cock into her eagerly waiting mouth. She feels his wet, hot tongue on her labia and thrusts her hips up to meet him. He reaches her clit and flicks his tongue over it wildly like a man possessed! Her moans fill the room and she sucks hard, grabbing his ass and kneading it, pressing into him with her nails. Pulling him into her.

She wets her middle finger and gently encircles his asshole sending shivers up his spine. He stops for a moment letting the tiny chills of unexpected pleasure run through him. Then he cries out and begins to thrust hard with the rhythm of the storm outside. She continues to encircle his tight hole. His moans grow more intense and her pussy begins to contract. Knowing how good she is making him feel feeds her excitement and she begins to gush as pleasure surges through her body.

Kevin can't get enough of her pussy and laps her sweet tasting juices. He feels her body tense and release. Her finger still teasing his ass has him ready to explode. The sensation is something new to him but it feels incredible so he urges her on. He can't believe the sensation and he can't take much more of this. He has to have her now! He pulls out of her mouth and turns around to give her a breathless kiss. He slips a finger in her slick pussy and she cries out for him to fuck her. He then slips that finger down to her pretty ass and begins to drive her crazy until she begs him to fuck her ass.

She moves onto all fours and he marvels at her incredible ass, so tan and firm so perfect. He again penetrates her tight hole with first one finger then two. She rotates her hips and arches her back thrusting her ass in the air. "Fuck my ass NOW!" she commands.

Kevin positions himself behind her and grabs her ass. Pulling her into him, he slides his cock easily in her pussy for lubrication. Her pussy feels so hot and tight he is tempted to stay there. He pumps a few times and pulls out, his thick rock hard cock dripping with wetness. She spreads herself wide for him and feels the head of his penis stretch her wide. She shudders and bites her lip, then begins to finger her clit furiously. She feels that hard, thick cock being thrust in her and feels as though she might pass out from the pleasure. She feels so hot and so tight Kevin can hardly keep from cumming. He remains deep inside her for a moment then begins to pump that hot ass.

His cock feels so incredible in her ass she makes a low guttural cry at every thrust. Jen can feel his cock swelling as he nears release. It stretches her ass wide and the pleasure is so intense she feels her orgasm approaching. Her finger works that clit with urgency. "Harder, pump me harder!" she screams.

He Begins to pump her unmercifully, surprised at how much this woman can take! "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!" she yells. He pulls her hard into him and feels her ass tighten and start squeezing. Her ass gets so tight with her orgasm he can hardly stop himself from coming inside her. The last wave of her orgasm subsides and he pulls out of her. She is left weak from the most intense orgasm she has ever had.

He holds her against him for a few seconds then flips her over on her back. "I wanna fuck those tits." She nods in approval, unable to speak at the moment. He places his cock between her luscious breasts and she pushes them together sandwiching his dick between them. He begins to pump violently aching for release. He looks at those tan orbs that are squeezing him tight and her gorgeous red hair tossing back and forth as she moves her head.

She can see that he is almost there and summons her powers of speech "Your hot cock feels so good between my tits. Yeah baby, fuck those tits." She licks the head of his penis as he pumps and feels him begin to pulsate between her breasts.

"Come on baby, cum for me. Give me your load!" she urges. He pumps once more and shoots hot cum all over her chest and mouth. She tastes his sweet cum and licks the tip of his cock. Kevin rubs his cock all over Jens' beautiful breasts and caresses her nipples with the head.

The two lay together, exhausted from their efforts. Kevin gives Jen a quick kiss on the forehead then reaches for a towel and slowly dries her chest. He gives her an adorable sideways smile and a naughty little look. "I think you're safe now, the storm seems to be over." He says with a chuckle. He helps Jen to her feet and gives her a kiss.

"Thank you for rescuing me." She says, and then gives him a long, sensuous kiss.

"So:do you really think my ass is tan enough?" She says as she turns around. Kevin grins and gives it one last inspection, "your ass looks wonderful to me!" 

They put their clothes back on and Kevin walks her to the door. He kisses Jen goodbye and watches that cute butt shake as she heads to the car. He reflects for a moment on all that happened tonight. He sees her car pull away and suddenly he realizes that he doesn't even know her name!

All he can do is look forward to the next storm.



The Storm



This was not the kind of weather she liked to encounter while driving. Not at all. The wind was practically blowing trees to the ground and making the rain blow sideways. Lightning flicked the darkened afternoon sky, occasionally seeming to be hitting just in front of her, and the resulting thunder vibrated through her car.

It was bad enough to have to deal with this on the interstate, with traffic coming almost to a standstill and sporadic drivers thinking they were on the NASCAR circuit. To have to deal with it on a two lane blacktop out in the middle of nowhere, no idea where she might be, was just plain insane.

This was, perhaps, the most foolish thing she had ever done. Some people might say it was the most dangerous as well; but those people weren't aware that she hunted bad guys and had, on several occasions, been shot at, threatened, bruised, and most recently, beaten and left to die.

If she had been the type of woman given to crying jags, she'd be deep in one right now. Tears had no place in her line of work or her life. Don't show fear. And fear, after all, was the motivating factor behind all tears.

How ironic that she took a leave from her job, caught the first flight out of town going anywhere, all to avoid a potential dangerous situation, and here she was, in the midst of the worst storm she could remember. The wind gusts were so strong at times she could feel her car literally being lifted off the ground. 

Yet another bolt of lightning lit the sky, illuminating the rain and the surrounding landscape. That was the only reason she was able to stop before running over the downed motorcycle in her path.

She slammed the brakes, and even at such a slow rate of speed, she felt the car hydroplane and fishtail before coming to a stop nearly sideways in the middle of the road, just inches from the fallen bike. Looking around the best she could, she saw no body. In her own car she carried a couple flashlights and a large umbrella; this was a cheap rental, no emergency supplies. Still, she couldn't leave in good conscious without at least making an attempt to look for the driver.

The wind caught her door, nearly ripping it off the hinges. Before she was even out of the car, she was soaking wet. She attempted to use the car to keep her up, but the wind and the rain won out and she felt herself slip to the pavement. Managing to get up again, she called out, despite the fact her voice would be lost in the roar of the storm.

More lightning. This time she was able to make out a shape near the ditch. Struggling against the force of the wind, she made her way to where she had seen the shape.

It was a man. He was trying to stand, but the rain had turned the dirt to mud and he kept sliding back. She reached out and took his hand to help.

"I just live up the road a pace," he said, shouting above the roar of the wind and the rain. "Can I get a lift?"

She suggested they move his bike to the ditch. With one of them on each side, they were able to set it upright. There was another bolt of lightning, this time seeming to be right on top of them, followed immediately by the sound of the loudest clap of thunder she had ever heard.

For a moment, she felt completely disoriented. There must have been some electric current or something crossing the ground. Just for a split second, she wished she had paid more attention in science classes; maybe then she'd understand what had happened.


They were soaked. If it had been her own car, there would have been a blanket in the back seat she would have had them sit on. She didn't really care if he got the seat of this car wet.

"I almost made it home," he said. "On my way back from practice, thought I had time to make it home before the storm hit. Then the wind caught me and I lost control. It's only about a mile up here. Thanks for the ride."

Conversation wasn't one of her strong points, especially with strangers. Conversations with anyone while driving in a car under these circumstances was just not going to happen.

She checked the odometer and when she'd gone three quarters of a mile, she began looking for a drive way. Just over a mile, he told her it was between the trees on the right. She could barely make out the shape of a building a few feet off the road.

He had her stop the car so it was in a position that if she got out, she could take two steps and be on the covered porch. With the wind blowing the rain, a covered porch meant nothing, though.

"Where's the nearest diner or gas station?" she asked him.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing for another fifty miles. Come inside to wait the storm out."

"Appreciate the offer, but…"

"You go another mile and it's all open. Nothing to break the wind. This little car will be blown all over. Come on in. Should be only another half hour."

More confident in her skills in self-defense than in her ability to keep a soap box derby car on the road in hurricane force winds, she accepted his offer. She turned off the engine, put the keys in her shorts pocket and retrieved her backpack from the backseat, then got out and made her way up the stairs to the porch.

Within three minutes he had the door unlocked and was ushering her inside. The lightweight cotton shirt she'd put on that morning to beat the heat was clinging against her body now. Her shorts were dripping, making a puddle on the floor within seconds.

"I'd offer to dry your clothes for you, but I don't own a dryer."

She plucked the wet material away from her body. She had a suitcase of dry clothes out in the trunk of the car; she'd change as soon as the rain let up.

"I'm fine," she replied.

He looked her over and smiled.

"Wholeheartedly agree." he said. "But let me give you a robe or something. I think I scraped my leg up in the fall, I'm gonna go have a look. I'll be right back."

He was gone ten minutes. She took that time to look over his home. It was basically one big room. She was in the living room, the kitchen was to her right. At the back, the bedroom was in front of her, the dining room at the back of the kitchen. He had disappeared behind a door between the living room and bedroom. The entire back wall of the house was glass, floor to cathedral ceiling.

He stepped out of the room wearing only a towel wrapped low around his hips. He'd brushed his shoulder length dark hair and washed the mud off his face. Until then, she'd had no idea what he looked like; couldn't have described him if her life had depended on it. 

He didn't have the face or the body of a male model, but he wasn't ugly and he wasn't obese. The fact was, he was very 'Joe Average', and she'd always been attracted to that type. Dark hair, dark eyes, nothing to set him apart from any other average man… except for the dimple when he smiled and a small scar over his right eye.

"I think my leg is gonna be okay," he said, showing her the abrasion on the outside of his calf. "I don't think it's gonna have to get chopped off or anything. I'm just gonna be one sore mo-fo tomorrow, no doubt of that."

He was holding a flannel bathrobe.

"You can go ahead and put this on. Just hang your wet clothes over the side of the tub."

She took off her hiking boots and socks, leaving them near the door, then she took the robe from him and went into the room he had just left.

Three walls were glass. There was a garden tub on one side of the room, a walk-in shower in a corner, a vanity and sink against the inside wall, the commode behind the door. She took off her shirt and shorts, laying them on the side of the tub beside his wet clothes. There was definitely something very sensual about standing nearly naked, seemingly outside, while a storm raged all around, yet not being touched by it. Lightning flashed every 5 seconds, thunder blasted, and she could see the surrounding trees being beaten by the wind.

Her body felt electrified. As if there were sensitive nerve endings on every inch of her skin. Part of her knew it was probably because of the adrenalin rush of having spent the last half hour fighting against nature, and then being completely surrounded by it in this room. It was the strangest sensation she'd ever felt. 

She unhooked the back of her bra, and while slipping it off, her arm brushed her nipple, sending a tingling feeling deep inside.

"Girl," she whispered to herself, "Get a grip."

She slipped her panties off, not entirely sure the dampness was completely due to the rain. This was ridiculous! Sure, she hadn't had sex in nearly a year, but to feel this turned on just because of some lightning?

She put the robe on. When the slight roughness of the material brushed against her nipples, she felt that same tingling again. Almost orgasmic.

"I need to get out of this room," she said, fighting the trembling of her body. "This is just stupid!"

He was standing at the counter in the kitchen. As she crossed the room, she held her arms folded in front of her to prevent the material from moving against her. It seemed to help.

He had taken sandwich fixings out. There was bread, lunch meats, cheese, condiments. Good. Distraction. Just what she needed.

She went to stand near him, careful to keep enough space between them so they wouldn't touch. Although she wasn't interested in long term relationships, never had been, she wasn't the type to fuck any stranger in a storm. Yet that's exactly what she wanted to do.

He offered to make her a sandwich, and she let him. Without being aware of having moved, she found herself close enough to smell his soap and shampoo, a fruity combination of apples and melons.

When he turned to give her the finished sandwich, she pushed his hand away forcing him to set it on the counter. He cocked his head sideways and gave her a questioning look. She untied her belt and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. 

He bent forward to kiss her. She turned her face away from him. Kissing was never one of her favorite things. It tended to make things seem more intimate, and she knew she didn't want that with him.

He looked at her, seeming somewhat confused by her action. She merely smiled, raked her nails down his chest, leaving a bright red trail, and yanked his towel off.

She wrapped her fist around his cock, pumping it between her fingers as she went to her knees in front of him. Still gripping his cock in her hand, she put her lips over one of his balls and sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it. She heard his intake of breath.

She continued to alternately suck and lick his balls while stroking his cock for a few minutes. Then she opened her hand and began licking the vein going up his cock, flicking her tongue against the underside of the head, before putting it in her mouth.


She sucked on his cock, letting her mouth slide up and down his shaft, licking him as she sucked. She put her hand on his balls, rubbing them, before sliding her hand between his legs, rubbing her finger against his perineum. Then she grabbed hold of one side of his ass and squeezed while gently biting down on his cock, her tongue teasing his head.

There had never been a time in her life that she had wanted anyone or anything as much as she wanted him right then. Every ounce of her being was begging for the feel of his cock deep inside her. Having always prided herself on self-control in any situation, this feeling of absolute need was new to her.

Knowing the reasons behind her actions didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that she feel him deep inside her. That she find release from this pressure that was building into a storm of her own. 

"Fuck me!" she said.

He put his hand between her legs, feeling her wetness.

"I wanna eat that pussy," he said.

"Fuck me!" she persisted.

He took her arm and dragged her to the bed, pushing her down on it. She tried kicking at him. He put his hands on the inside of each of her legs, splaying them so her knees were touching the mattress. She knew she could have overpowered him, but chose not to.

A moment later she felt his tongue licking her pussy, flicking against her clit. He was sucking at her, licking her, biting her pussy lips. She usually hated having oral done on her, but goddamn! This felt thrilling. She could feel her pussy throb, feel it getting wet. This had never happened before. She felt her hips bucking against his mouth and wondered how that was happening because she wasn't aware of making it happen.

Positive she couldn't take anymore, he continued for a few minutes longer. She was slightly aware of her breathing becoming irregular at the same time her body was tensing. She could feel her orgasm mounting, getting closer, closer… then he stopped.

"No!" she called out in an agonizing moan.

"Payback, baby," he said.

She put her hand on her pussy, needing to find that spot, needing to make it happen. He took her hand and pulled it away, then held both her hands over her head.

"No," he said.

He pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, and in one fluid motion, drove his cock into her pussy until it was buried deep inside. He pulled out, then slammed into her again, over and over, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

She watched him put his hands on her breasts, felt him rubbing his palms against them, squeeze them. Then he pinched her nipples, pulling them. He bent his head forward, his cock deep inside her still, and bit down on her nipple so hard she thought he might bite it off. She cried out in pain and he stopped biting, softly licking it instead, kissing it.

He withdrew his cock from her, took her hand and placed it on her wet pussy.

"Fuck yourself for me," he said, slowly stroking his glazed cock. "I wanna watch you cum."

She began to stroke her pussy, rubbing her clit. She put two fingers deep inside, fucking herself, feeling her juices flowing over her fingers while her other hand played with her clit. It wasn't long before she felt that familiar tenseness starting, felt the pressure rising. She couldn't have stopped the moans escaping her lips if she had tried.

"That's it baby," he said, his voice hoarse. "Make it happen."

"Oh God!" she called out, rubbing her clit while her fingers fucked her wet pussy. Close… close… her entire body tensed and she couldn't breathe… then sweet release as she felt her pussy contracting again, and again…

He pulled her fingers from her pussy, still in the throes of an orgasm, and she felt his cock thrust into her. Harder, faster… faster… then the feel of his cum filling her.

She couldn't move. If a tree had fallen in, or the wind blew a hole in the glass wall, she wouldn't have been able to escape. Her legs felt useless; like wet rags hanging from her hips. Her arms were no different. Breathing was a struggle.

He had collapsed on the bed beside her, face down. She knew he was alive because she could hear his breathing, but he didn't seem much more capable of movement than she was.

Good! As soon as reason and common sense returned, she knew she'd have been real pissed if he'd jumped right up.

Minutes later, he rolled onto his back and sat up. Then he got up from the bed and walked away, returning with a damp washcloth.

He lightly ran it over her face, down her neck, her shoulder, her arm, and then the same thing on the other side. She closed her eyes and felt the cloth being slowly dragged down her chest, over each breast and nipple. Thinking she had finally gotten control of her breathing, she found it was becoming ragged again with every brush of the cloth against her skin.

By the time he had brought it down her stomach, she could feel her pussy throbbing again, feel that tingling within the lowest parts of her torso. He ran the cloth over her pussy, the insides of her thighs, then back to her pussy. When he spread her pussy, gently wiping away their juices, she felt on the brink again.

Covering his hand with her own, she kept his hand there, guiding his touch, until she felt sweet release once more. Not as powerful as the last, but just as good.

As soon as she regained her senses again, he took her hand and helped her to stand. Keeping hold of her hand, he led her to the back glass wall.

The rain was still falling, but the wind had died down and the lightning wasn't a near as it had been. He opened a sliding door in the wall and led her outside to a patio.

She shivered at the touch of the cold rain on her heated body, but it felt good. Letting him lead, she went with him to a chase lounge.

He sat on the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him, then lifted one of her legs across his body so she was straddling him. With his hands on her hips, he lowered her until she was sitting astride him, his cock once again inside her.

There wasn't a time in her life that she had ever felt more alive than she did then. The rain still coming down steady, droplets teasing her hardened nipples, the feel of his hot hard cock inside her in contrast to the feel of the cold rain on her skin. 


She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on his calves, sliding her pussy up and down his cock while his thumb rubbed her clit and the rain drops slid down her body to her slit. Then she sat up, leaning forward so his face was between her breasts, his mouth sucking and biting on one, then the other. 

Sitting up straight, she began to ride him slow, one hand rubbing her clit and his cock as her pussy slid up and down his shaft, the other hand playing with her nipples. She let the pressure build , savoring every little shudder, until it became too much. With every downward motion, his hips rose to meet her, his cock thrusting into her, until she once again felt her body tense, then tremble as her pussy contracted against his cock in an explosive orgasm.

Seconds later, she rose up off him, took a couple steps back, and bent forward, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth. She stroked him with her hand and her tongue while her mouth slid up and down his length, taking pleasure in the taste of her own juices on him.

She couldn't seem to get enough. Every moan he made, every thrust of his hips against her, made her want more. His cock began to throb against her mouth. Just as he was cumming, she pulled her mouth away, letting his cum spill down her chin and on her breast while she continued to stroke him with her hand.

Standing, she leaned back, letting the water wash her. Almost immediately, she felt herself being pulled down until she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his ankles around her legs, holding her to him.

"And to think I thought my day was ruined when I dropped my bike," he said.

"And to think I thought my vacation was off to a bad start."

"Where were you headed?"

"Nowhere."

"I hope you enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure I will," she replied.



The Storm



Edited by Rozezwild

"Jerk!" Julie slammed the cabin door as her boyfriend's Jeep tore up the dirt leaving her strained until morning.

The shutters rattled on their rusted hinges, crashing shut against the wooden framed windows. Rotten limbs fell on the tin roof screeching across and tumbling down crushing the porch.

Julie stumbled back into a long back rocking chair hoping that the flickering lights would not fail. A flash of light crept through the settled joists follow by thunder that shook the cabin from it foundation. 

Julie toppled over to the floor along with the china in the open cupboards. She protected her head from the falling glass, and her ears from the noise.

The power failed.

A flame flickered in the fireplace.

Julie winced from the sharp prick of broken glass under her bare feet getting up from the floor. The blood seeped between the cracks in the floor boards. "Fucking great!"

The deafening high pitched tone of broken wood scrapping across the tin roof exploded mirrors, picture frames, and other matters of glass. The shrapnel blasted across the room. Julie ducked behind the sofa. The corner book shelf was not so lucky.

In the still, Julie listened to her own heart beat pulsating at the ear drums. The drizzle of the light rain hitting the roof brought her peace of mind. She pulled the small bits of glass from her hair and the bottoms of her feet. She winced seeing the blood pour out of a hole left by a large piece of glass.

Julie found a candle that had fell from the mantle and rolled near the sofa. She tip-toed to the fireplace and lit the candle. The blood dripping from her wound was sucked through the floorboard leaving not even a stain.

She squeezed the wax in her hand to settle her nerves. The small candle provided just enough light allowing her to maneuver through the debris. The trail of blood seeped through the cracks as it hit the floor.

Julie dug through the cupboards finding gauze and tape for her cuts. A compartment was covered in the back of one of the cupboards. A box was lodged between the boards. Julia wiggled the box free and bandaged her feet.

A brisk chill touched her back moving through her bones, causing goose bumps to stand in waves across her soft skin. Her nipples twisted to pain on tips her breast.

Julie clinched her jaws holding her gut tight to relieve her fear. She clinched the box in her arms and hobbled over to the sofa in front of the fire.

The fire blazed sending the logs popping and churning up through the chimney. Her body warmed, but her clothes clung tight against her skin and squeezing it tight. 

The material began to heat, clinging tighter to her skin. She gasped pulling at her clothes. It peeled away like scorched dead skin. Screaming, she jumped up from the sofa. The stench of burning flesh blackened the air. Broken glass puncture her feet through the bandages. She ripped down the shower curtain falling into the tub turning on the water.

Julie screamed at each burst of flame that sent towels and other matter of cotton material into ashes. Her tears blended with the water from the shower as her clothes dissolved and flowed down the drain. 

She curled naked in the porcelain tub shivering. The trail of blood flowed between the floor boards, the water from the shower stopped, and all was still in the darkness except the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. The flicker light shone through the doorway leading back to the sofa.

The cold chill came again sending her body into tremors. She whimpered and flinched yanking another piece of glass from the bottom of her foot. The blood crept up out of the tub and into the floor.

Julie could not see, but she knew she was bleeding badly. Her bottom lip trembled. Still, she tried to control her fear. The cold was too much for her to bear. Her bones ached forcing to move from the icy tub.

She tiptoed back into the main room peering into every dark corner. She knew she was no longer alone. She clinched her jaws watching every movement of shadow. She curled up on the sofa, wrapping herself with the sofa cover, and bandaging her feet.

The wind whistled and blew rain and limbs against the cabin outside. The fire settled emitting heat that thickened the air.

Julie tried to stay awake hoping for morning to come. Her arms and shoulders became heavier. She snuggled back on the sofa trying to protect herself as best she could. Her neck and back ached from the frozen shocks. The flames flickered.

Julie gasped jetting out her arms and legs. She looked down seeing the bed rising out of the sofa, chairs and tables sliding across the floor blocking the door and windows, as she hovered in mid air. Her body slammed to the sofa bed. The sheet bound her wrists and ankles spreading them apart. She jerked and twisted franticly trying to free herself. Her strong legs could not pull free.

The flames roared fusing the wounds at the bottoms of Julie's feet. She rose as much as she could feeling the dark shadow that crept over her. The odor of rotted animal flesh choked her.

"Leave me alone!"

Her hips were hoisted from the mattress and her legs stretched further apart.

"No! Don't!" Julie felt the smooth curve of the invisible probe press against her weary cunt. She pulled and strained against her ties. "Aaaaah!"

It thrust inside forcing her vaginal orifice to cling tightly. The girth of the invader surpassed any previous man or tool in her experience.

The helmet shaped tip and pulsating vine along its shaft left no doubt in her mind what had entered her though she knew not of what man or beast. Her hips pressed down as the cock thrust deeper inside of her.

"No! Please!" Julie struggled madly tugging on her restraints with her teeth.

Each thrust shocked her body. Her alarmed fluids rushed to provide some relief spewing down between her ass-crack, seeping through the mattress, and in between the floor boards.

It pounded into her again and again, relentlessly thrusting and pulling in her flesh. Her legs were pulled free of the restraints and her knees thrust up to her shoulders. Her body was turned pressing the weight of her body down on her neck.

The vein on the impression stretching her canal pulsated and jerked.

"Eeeeaaaaah!" Julie kicked out with all her might. Her body flopped out on the mattress. Gurgling pus oozed from her tormented cunt. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

She was hurtled back up to the ceiling, her knees thrust apart, and her arms were stretched over her head. She felt pressure spreading her pussy lips apart, opening her canal, and pressing against her clit.

She strained, grunting through her teeth to free her arms and close her thighs. "Aaaaah!" She felt a sudden faint loss of strength and a shiver up her spine. She gasped feeling the pressure of flesh smashing her body to the ceiling.

"Eeeeee!" She snatched her arms free, feeling the shape of long thick cock pushing into her aching pussy again.

She could feel it now, though she could not see it. She grunted against the thrusts that moved her across the ceiling. She pushed her hands against it, feeling its sides and arms and hips. She pounded her fists against it. "Get off of me!" She strained.

Her head hit the wall. Her neck twisted as it drove her down the wall pinning her upside down.

She ground her teeth, grunting trying her best to fight off another orgasm feeling the rush of the thick bubbling cum flooding her worn pussy. It stopped thrusting. She stopped fighting and reached for the floor over her head. 

She gasped, feeling it snatch away from her, allowing her to tumble over to the flood onto her hands and knees. The fluids oozed from her cunt along her inner thighs down to the floor.

She started to believe that she stood a better chance outside in the stormy darkness against the wolves, mountain loins, and bears than inside the cabin. She felt it coming. She looked towards the door. She made a move and it hurled her across the room onto the sofa bed.

She could feel its fingers now gripping the back of her neck pressing her face into the mattress. Its other hand squeezed firmly on her left breast. His hips pushed up against her soft butt-cheeks driving its cock.

Its hands moved back to her hips slamming her back on its throbbing cock. She held onto the back of the sofa trying to steady her self against the assault. Its thrusts grew harder and faster. She could feel the huff of hot breath on her sweaty back then a hand on her shoulder, and the other hand with fingers moving against her clit. She could feel it jerk uncontrollably as short blasts of fluid sprayed her insides. She felt it move away slowly and then vanish.

The fire simmered and pulsated in the fireplace. Julie sat up wide eyed with her legs tucked under her. Her pussy throbbed vacant of the large probe. She pulled her knees up to her chest holding her self as tight as she could.

She jumped feeling the pressure at the foot of the sofa bed. The mattress was pressed down as if someone was sitting there. Through the flames, she believed she could make out a figure. It appeared to be breathing.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Julie whimpered. New tears moistened the old running down her face. 

She did not look away from it, her tormentor. She saw the shadow cover it, giving it shape and form. It was the shape of man. A man cast in shadow.

"I need you." Its voice was of hot whispering wind. "Give me life."

Her legs were snatched from under her as she was pulled down on the bed. It came down on top of her spreading her legs with its hips and sliding its hands under her shoulders. Its cock stuffed her wet cunt slowing grinding and thrusting into her.

Julie felt more afraid than she had been before. She could feel its heart beat against her trembling flesh, its hot breath on her neck, and its moan in her ear. Its stroke was calm and smooth pushing to her cervix with each slow stroke. Its skin began to feel more and more like flesh. She bit down on her bottom lip feeling the betrayal of her body again. It squeezed her tighter as her orgasm flowed throughout her body. She could feel strains of its hair falling on her face and warm wet lips moving down over her nipple.

It loosened his grip slowly lifting her left leg up over it bicep. Julie lifted her other knee spreading her leg further apart. Its hand slid down the back of her thigh to her soft ass and messaged the flesh gently. Julie moved her hips to its grind as its lips moved up under neck. She squeezed it tight feeling yet another orgasm break deep inside of her.

It slipped from her grasp standing in the shadow of the roaring flames. It waved its hand and the box she had found in the cupboard floated to her feet. She could see the features in it of a board shouldered man whose hair blazed in the light of the flames.

It fell back into the exploding flame, which extinguished into cold ashes.

"Hello! Is anybody in there?" The voices called from outside the cabin.

Julie walked out battered and bruised wrapped in a blanket. The sun broke through the tree line. She clutched the box tightly in her arms.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" The forest ranger rushed to her aid seeing the bloody bandages on her feet and the cuts on her face. "That was one hell of a storm. I tell you, the worst we've seen around these parts in a long time."

Julie cut her eyes seeing rescue workers trying to remove her boyfriend's smothering truck that was lodged in the tops of some trees.

"That poor guy sure wasn't lucky," the ranger clamored on about the storm. "Hey, that's some box. Looks like hand carved. Must be real special, huh?"

Julie clung to the box and stared out the window.



The Storm



Jaz'rin listened to the gentle patter of rain thudding quietly against the glass. The sound gave him a melancholy ache. It was a sound that should be shared, enjoyed while they were wrapped together, whispering things to each other that only they could understand. He leaned his chin into his hand and yearned silently for that which is only a dream, a wish. He watched the pattern the rain made on the glass of the window and thought of her. He wondered what she was doing. Was she safe? Warm? Was she happy where she was? And one last almost desperate question invaded his thoughts. Was she thinking of him? 

A tear slipped down his face, across the angular slope of his cheek. He let it fall, wishing that he could let free his sorrow and loneliness but knew that he was in a misery of his own making. He must be strong. He must be steadfast in his resolve to do what he had to do. The lightning flashed again and he started. A shadow, strange and foreboding, appeared in the entry of the room. His hand searched out a dagger, his heart pounding in his throat. 

She walked into the room, wet and cold from the rain. There is but one thought in her mind. Jaz'rin. 

She strode toward him and only at the last second did he recognize her in the last piercing flash of light. Alarm turned to an overwhelming joy that was as sweeping and all encompassing as the unease had been. She was here, with him. He wrapped his arms around her body and his mouth sought her lips, chilled lips that he warmed with his own.

"I couldn't stay away," she whispered between desperate kisses. "I know I should, but you're everything to me, Jaz'rin. Don't ask me to leave again." 

Jaz'rin's hands cupped her face, his eyes probing hers. What he saw in their depths brought forth lightness, and removed the despair from his soul. "Stay with me," he whispered against her lips. 

Jaz'rin picked Callia up, carrying her like precious fragile china to the bed, laying her on sheets that were twisted and tangled from his restless attempts at sleep. His hands swept down her body, in one long caress as if making sure that she is actually real. Callia pulled away and tore off her wet clothing, dropping them forgotten to the floor. Then she came to him, pressing her cold body against his warmth. 

Jaz'rin's hands trembled as he skimmed over her shoulders, feather light. Their eyes met and soon they were lost in what was between them, a love that neither of them could have dared believe in. The back of his hand touched her cheek and slid back until his fingers were buried in her hair. 

"I love you, Callia. I need you." The words were lost against her lips as he pressed his against hers. The kiss deepened as tongues danced together. The heat between them quickly turned to a blaze. They had been apart for far too long and neither of their passions could be denied. 

Callia's hands caressed his ebony chest, over his back, holding him closely to her. She pulled off his tunic, her hands gentle and rough at the same time. Then she moaned as he cupped her bare breast and let out a hiss of pleasure as his mouth captured her nipple and began to suckle. At that moment, she lost what little breath she had left as feelings of such heat and aching need settled between her creamy thighs. 

Her hands delved into his hair, holding him to her as her legs slid up around his hips. Her back arched, pushing her body tighter against him, demanding more from him. 

The wild elf twisted beneath the dark elf, pushing him back and over until she straddled him. His eyes burned deeply as the cerulean blue depths ignited a spark blazing hot as they roamed over her body. Callia smiled down at her ebon-skinned lover as the wet strands of her waist length hair slid around them, screening the two of them in. 

Her mouth quickly found his, a short teasing kiss, moving before Jaz'rin could deepen it. She kissed his jaw, nipping gently with her teeth, and nibbled a trail to his ear. A very male 'mmmm' escaped from his throat as she lapped his earlobe with her tongue. That simple act provoked her to do more, to tease him even though Callia knew Jaz'rin wanted her, wanted to lose himself inside of her.

She grinned down at him, a wild wicked grin that let him know that he was in trouble... the kind of trouble that only she can give him. His hands caressed her thighs slipping up to cup her ass even as she moved over him. Her mouth found his throat. He smelled so good, a combination of whatever spicy scent he used and him, the scent that was designed for only her to find. The scent that drove her mad. 

Her lips moved to his shoulders, his chest. She lapped at his flat nipples until they were rigid and his hands were wrapped in her hair. He moaned softly, moving under her. Her stomach pressed against his hips and she could feel the long hard length of him nudging against her. She quickly located his belly button, letting her tongue slide inside, and nibbled on the skin around it all the while her hands skimmed his powerful thighs. His hips moved against her, bucking rhythmically against her. He gave to her a delirious power over his flesh that was almost as erotic as he. The mere thought that Callia could make him mindless with pleasure drove her further into oblivion. Her hand slipped over him to measure his hardened length, letting him know that she heartily approved with a feminine moan of her own. Jaz'rin pushed against her hand and Callia looked up into his eyes. His face glowed with intense pleasure, his eyes hot as they peered into hers. The mere thought sent another flash of need barrelling through her, to be with him again in their bed, his beloved head on the pillows after thinking that they were never to see each other again.

He caressed her chilled flesh, his hands hot as he tried to warm her. Yet Callia had other thoughts besides her rain soaked body.

She traced one finger down his hard cock and watched it buck before taking it in her hand. 

Two words escape from between his lips as she moved her hand up and down his length. "Please, Callia." 

Her tongue slipped over her lips, harvesting a groan from him. Then she slowly parted them and engulfed his cock inside her mouth. The taste of him caused her to squirm against his legs. Teasing her in return, Jaz'rin pushed his knee between her thighs. With a groan around his meaty member, she pressed down until he could feel her wetness seeping from her pussy. 

Jaz'rin ran his hands through her hair, guiding the pace of her mouth over his cock. Callia sucked slowly, letting her tongue swirl around his bulbous tip, as she slowly took him deeper and deeper down her throat. She loved the way he felt, the smell of him, the taste of his cock in her mouth. She could hear his breathing getting heavier, his movements becoming more erratic against her body. 

Callia wanted him to lose himself to her drawing mouth, to give her all of him like he'd done before, but he pulled me away, dragging her back up to him with hands that were rough with the pleasure she'd caused. 

Callia loved it when he became like this, fierce but tender, and almost bursting with need. He became masterful, his hands sweeping and strong. No longer did she feel like a wanton slut. Callia felt like a woman, his woman. He cursed her before finding her lips with his in a kiss that raged in fire and heat. His hands pulled at her, making her moan lustily. His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers slowly delving into the wetness he found there. He glided into her, amazed as always by how tight she was, how hot she felt around his finger. He knew that when he finally pushed himself inside her, she'd surround him with her glorious heat that would milk him dry. 

The wild elf dragged her mouth from his trying to catch her breath at the way he was making her feel. His finger skimmed over her clit, tortured it until she was all but begging him to take her. Jaz'rin's name escaped her lips as he pushed her over the edge into maddening bliss. 

And soon after Callia could feel him stretching her, his hard cock slowly pushing inside of her body as she drifted back down from her overwhelming orgasm. His movements were slow yet amazingly fluid as her pussy engulfed him an inch at a time. Her hips bucked as pleasure pierced her core, sharp and needful. Callia arched her back and pushed up against him, desperate for everything he had to give her, wanting to feel his hips grind against hers. The feelings and the magic of his embrace became overwhelming... instantaneous, the fulfillment, and the need, unstoppable.

Jaz'rin's hands gripped her thighs, pulling them up and pushing her legs up to slip over his shoulders so that she could take even more of him. Callia's breath caught in her throat as liquid heat pulsed inside of her in waves so intense, she let out a scream. He thundered against her, the hard slap of flesh against flesh sharp and beautiful in her ears. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in the wild floral scent of her. "Callia, my love, you consume me," he whispered as his tongue traced her ear from lobe to pointy tip. "You are everything to me." 

The dark elf's final thrusts ground against her and Callia exploded from the sheer pleasure as he hammered against her sweet spot, mashing her clit against his pubic bone. She shuddered and writhed beneath him even as he pulsated inside her dripping sheath, long, hot, wet spurts fueling her heady orgasm even more. His hands gripped her arms, his mouth caressing her ear. The words he whispered made me erupt one last time. 

"You're mine, Callia, my love. I can't give you up. I won't let you go. Don't you see, my love? We were meant to be together." He released her legs, letting them fall to the mattress as her body continued to tremble from her overwhelming release. Then he wrapped her up fully in his arms, cradling her body against his. 

Callia's heart swelled as a flush settled over her skin. This was where she belonged. For right or wrong, she had finally come home. That intense feeling filled her. And for right or wrong, he had given her the most precious gift ever. His love.



The Storm



The rain lashed down, The lightening flashed and the thunder rumbled. 

We had spent the day visiting a friend of Debbie's in the north and we were on our way back. Darkness was falling and the storm was relentless, I could hardly see where I was going the rain was so heavy, and I was feeling tired.  

"Lets stop somewhere Debbie," I said, "I need a rest." 

Debbie quickly agreed and said "There's a pub lets stop there for a break." 

I pulled on to the car park of a dingy looking pub and stopped, There was a notice in the window which said, ROOMS TO LET.  "Shall we stay the night?" I asked Deb, "can you make an excuse for not getting home?"  

"It sounds a better idea than driving in this weather," she said, "I will ring home from here and say I am staying the night at my friends, instead of travelling in the rain, he will accept that." 

"OK,"  I said, "lets go in."   

We entered the bar of the pub, Inside were about a dozen customers, all men, A couple played darts, the others were just sitting drinking and talking. We walked to the bar and spoke to the barman, A well built blonde haired man, about late twenties, and good looking. 

"Evening folks," He greeted us cheerily, 

"Hi," I said,  "We wondered if you had a room we could hire for the night?"  

"Ask the landlord," said the barman,  "That's him standing at the end of the bar,"  

We looked to our right and saw another man leaning up against the bar eyeing us, He heard what I asked and said, "We do have a room, would you like to see it?" 

I looked at Debbie and she nodded, "Yes we would," I told him. 

"Follow me," and he indicated the stairs.  The landlord was a stocky man, but not fat, thinning hair, and I assessed, age about forty. I held Debbie's hand and we followed him to the second floor and along a corridor. We stopped outside a door and he produced a key to open it.  We entered what was a reasonably comfortable but shabby room. It had cupboards and drawers and a double bed.  I did not intend to drive anymore tonight, so I told him we would take it  He told us the price and that the bathroom was along the corridor, He asked us if we had any luggage, We told him NO, we had stopped because of the rain.

"Well come down and have a drink with us," he said, and I felt he would have been upset if we didn't.  I would rather we went to bed, but I said "Yes OK, we will be down in ten minutes," and he left us alone.

I gave Debbie a hug and a kiss and asked her what she thought. 

"Its not very salubrious," she smiled, "but it will do for tonight." 

" I need the loo,"  Debbie said, "will you come with me Jeff," 

"Of course," I replied and held her hand as we went to seek out the bathroom.  We found it towards the end of the corridor, It had a shower and a toilet. 

Debbie unzipped her jeans and let them fall to her ankles, her thong followed and she sat on the loo.  As she urinated I held her head in my two hands and kissed her mouth. when she had finished she took a piece of toilet paper dried her pussy lips and pulled her thong and jeans back up. 

I replaced her in front of the toilet bowl, unzipped my jeans and lobbed my cock out.  Debbie immediately closed her fingers around it quickly making it very hard, so hard that I couldn't piss.  She giggled and laughed and moved her hand vigorously up and down its full length. 

"Come on come on,"  she urged. 

"I will never do it while it is this hard," I complained. 

"What a shame," she mocked me while still rubbing him and laughing. 

"Oh I will go later," I said, removing her hand and zipping myself up, I began tickling her and called her a little devil and chased her back along the corridor. 

Just as we reached our room the landlord reappeared,  "Feeling frisky are we?"  he called to us.

"Just a little," I said.

"Well don't forget to come for that drink," he reminded us. 

"We won't," I said and went into our room. 

Once inside I pulled Debbie to me and kissed her hard. 

I wanted to make love to her but instead I said, "Lets go and have that drink downstairs now Deb, Then we can get back here." 

"Alright," she said, and kissed me.

We walked into the bar and stood next to the landlord. 

"I'm Harry." he said. 

"Hi Again," I said, "I'm Jeff and this is Debbie, "He took her hand and squeezed it while peering intently into her eyes.  

"Helllooo Debbie," He breezed, I do like the look of you," 

"Thank you,"  Debbie said blushing a little.  

"Are you two married?" he asked, looking at the ring on Debbie's finger.  

"Errr Yes," I said hesitantly, "but not to each other," 

"I seeeee,"  Harry said slowly, as though he had made a great discovery, He had a faint smile on his face as he still stared at us.  "What will you drink?" He asked us, "This ones on the house." 

"I will have a lager and Deb will have vodka and orange," I replied, thanking him.

"Did you get that George?" Harry called to the barman. 

"Coming right up," said George. 

I looked around the room and Debbie was still the only woman there, A couple of the customers had gone, but no others had come in. George put the drinks in front of us, I looked at hers and the glass was nearly full. 

"Is that a double?" I asked Harry. 

"We don't deal in singles here," he replied. which I knew was an untruth.

We picked up our drinks, Harry said "cheers," and drained his glass in one gulp.

Debbie and I sipped our drinks, My plan was that we would have one drink and return to our room, but before we had half finished our first drink, another two appeared in front of us. 

"Come on, drink up," said Harry jovially, and he downed what looked like another whisky. 

One of the customers came to order drinks and said "And one for the lady," and another double vodka and orange appeared in front of Debbie. The company was very easy going and there was a lot of good natured chat. and the drinks kept appearing. Debbie had now consumed three double vodka's and orange and another was waiting for her on the bar, I also noticed that she was loosening up and joining in the bar room banter. 

I wanted the loo badly, I still had not been since our little game upstairs, and now I was bursting.  A group of us stood at the bar, consisting of Harry standing on the other side of Debbie and me, George behind the bar, and three of the customers standing behind us. I thought I had better buy a round, so I ordered them up and announced I was going to the loo. I left the group and went though the door marked toilets. 

Once in the gents, I contemplated what we were doing, I had already drunk far more than I intended, and Debbie had consumed even more, but Harry was a good host and the company was pleasant.  We will stay another twenty minutes and then go up to our room, I told myself as I zipped up my jeans,

I went back into the bar and the first thing I saw was Harry feeling Debbie's bum, Debbie herself was leaning over the bar kissing George. Harry removed his hand and George busied himself polishing glasses when they saw me. 

"How are you feeling now Jeff?" boomed Harry, smiling broadly, 

"I'm fine," I said, deciding to ignore what I had seen, I looked around and all of the customers had gone. 

"Where did everybody go?" I asked. 

"They have had enough," Harry shrugged, Then he told George to go and lock the doors explaining that he didn't need anymore customers tonight. George went to the door to lock up. 

Debbie was quite drunk by now, and still had two doubles in front of her, I downed the last of my pint and said  "Well Deb and I will be going now, we are very tired,"  

"NO, I don't want to go" Debbie slurred loudly, "Its fun here and I want to stay." 

"You have had enough Deb, come with me." 

She glared at me and shouted " NO!"  

"You go Jeff," said Harry, "We will look after her and bring her up later."  

"No-way," I said angrily, "I am not leaving her." 

"OK Jeff, whatever you want," he said cheerily. Then he continued, "We are finished down here lets go up to my apartment, and get comfortable. 

"WWWWWOOOOOO,yes," Debbie cooed,  "I'm in the mood for a party," and she promptly fell  off the bar stool she had been perched on and I only just caught her. 

"Put the lights out George and follow us up," said Harry, and he helped me support Debbie up the stairs. We went into his flat and sat down Harry put some music on and asked us if we wanted a drink, I thought oh well we are here now, we might as well enjoy it, So he poured me a whisky and dry, and another vodka for Debbie, who again was looking decidedly lively.  

George came back into the room, and she called "coo-ee Georgee," George walked over to Deb and planted a kiss on her lips, completely ignoring me sitting there,  "Wwoooooo George," she shrilled, "do that again," he did, this time lingering longer on her lips, Debbie put her arm around his neck and pulled him nearer to herself, he brought his hand up and squeezed her left breast.  

I didn't know how to handle this situation, I knew I should stop him, but it all felt so surreal... And I was strangely being aroused by watching another man feeling my woman's tits. 

George pulled Debbie to her feet and and the two of them began dancing to the music. His hand soon found its way to her arse cheeks and in no time he had opened the top button on her jeans and slipped his hand down the back onto her naked flesh. 

Debbie clung to him and pushed her groin hard into his. He gyrated his hips and she did likewise, They were kissing lustily and George whispered in her ear. To which she responded by giggling far too loudly.

I felt extremely uneasy, experiencing both desire and anger at Debbie's antics.

I poured myself a large whisky and looked at Harry who had a faraway look in his eyes while he watched Debbie and George dance. Both of her arms were round George's neck now and her forehead leaned against his while looking into his eyes. I saw his hand come round to her front and push the zip on her jeans down, They fell to the floor, she kicked her shoes off and stepped out of her fallen jeans. 

Harry picked them up and put them onto the table.  I watched and slowly my erection rose, George lifted Deb's Tshirt and she raised her arms so he could take it off. 

Suddenly she seemed not so drunk, assisting George to undress her every way she could, but my head pounded and swam, George unhooked her bra, and there uncovered, were her lovely breasts,  MY Breasts, I thought to myself and there were two strangers looking at them , one of them playing with them.

I gave myself a silent kick. Come on Jeff, I admonished myself, don't stand there gawping, she is your woman, go and claim her.  

I barged forward and pushed George off her and put my arms round her. George stepped back and I heard him and Harry laughing.

Giggling at me Debbie said, "Hello Jeff, where have you been, I am having a great time with these lovely men, and she swung round, indicating with her arm, George and Harry.   

I turned to face them, expecting trouble, but instead both men were now stark naked.

"She doesn't want you mate," George leered, "she wants this." and gripping his cock he waved it at Debbie.

Georges cock was a whopper, bigger than average, I would think, long and thick It stood straight up along his stomach pointing at his face, Harry's was more modest but very hard.

"WHOOOEEE,"  She squealed when she saw them and reached out to George and gripped his cock in her hand, 

Debbie turned to me her eyes ablaze with lust and desire and cooed, "Can I have this one Jeff?" then she started laughing and fell over. 

George quickly bent to pick her up, making sure his hands were all over her tits. 

I knew I was in a very difficult situation here, If Debbie was being threatened against her will, I could have made some sort of fight of protecting her, But she was making it clear she wanted these men, and was against me stopping it.

I looked down at myself still clothed and told myself I was at a distinct disadvantage, I may be able to limit what they do to her if I join in, so I quickly stripped off. 

George was behind her with his cock in the crack of her arse, and his hands round her front with a breast in each hand. Harry stood in front of her with his fingers down the front of her thong and in her pussy. 

Debbie started jumping up and down, loving the feel of Georges big cock pressing into the crack of her arse and Harry's fingers inside her cunt. Harry then dropped to his knees and pulled her thong off, He leaned his head forward and licked his tongue up and down her slit, she opened her legs for him, and he pushed his tongue inside her greedily and noisily.

George pushed Harry out of his way and turned Debbie's now naked body round and pulled her to the floor,  "Come on baby," he shouted, "come and sit on this." 

He lay on his back with his big cock pointing upwards, Debbie needed no second bidding, straddling his body, facing his head and lowered her pussy onto his cock, He held it rigid as she sank down and I watched as it slowly disappeared up into her body. She had an entranced look on her face as his cock speared into her,  She gasped and yelped a little but still it went further in. 

Then it was all in, her smooth pussy lips were buried in George's blonde pubic hair his long cock out of sight buried somewhere inside her, and she bounced up and down on his prick. 

Harry meanwhile was fingering her bum and spreading love juices from her pussy round her arsehole, it made her feel good, George was groaning and gasping at the rhythm of his cock hitting into her. I was able to pull her further forward over Georges head so that her hands rested on my thighs,and I got my cock into her mouth, I felt the thrill of her teeth biting and nipping my cock. 

Then suddenly I cried out as her teeth dug into the end of my very tender knob, Harry had at that moment penetrated her arsehole with his medium sized cock.

"OOoooohhhhhaaaaaaa," she shrieked and impaled herself even further on George's dick, 

Harry had now driven his cock all the way into her bum hole and he was enjoying himself working in and out of her rear, George raised his hips, and from where I was I could see his big cock stretching her pussy lips wide. 

George's cock filled Debbie's cunt, Harry's cock fucked her arse, And my cock was in her mouth, In addition as she lay along George's body, he was able to suck her nipple.

She released her teeth from around my cock and now I just felt the vigorous sucking of her lips up and down my shaft. The room was a cacophony of sounds coming from all of us, except Debbie and she had her mouth full. 

We three males were all close to orgasm and shouts and cries of lust and pain filled the room. 

Harry was the first to cum. I managed to look over Debbie's back at him and he was slamming hard into her arsehole making her body rock and nearly thrusting my cock down her throat. He threw his head back, his body stiffened and he roared as his cum spurted into her anal canal. Shuddering and shaking he detached himself from her body and lay gasping back on the carpet. 

I was now engrossed in cumming in her mouth and she opened her mouth wide as I came, my spunk shooting straight down her throat.  She gagged a bit but managed to swallow it all, Only George was still filling her hole, but not for long, he lifted his ass, she rotated her hips grinding down on him, and he let out a chilling howl to herald his cum pumping into her. 

Debbie collapsed on top of his body, his cock still impaling her, I moved over to her and roughly pulled her limp body off him. She fell into my arms and I cuddled her, Sperm and juices seeped out of her lower orifices. I held her tight and she nestled closer to me trembling quite noticeably.

George stood up and said, "Hey I've got to get home," he quickly dressed, kissed the top of her head and said, "Thanks Deb, that was fantastic, I won't forget you in a hurry."  

Debbie smiled weakly and he was gone. Harry laughed and said, "His wife will give him hell when he gets home for being late," then asked us what we were going to do now, 

"Going back to bed," I said firmly and after we gathered up our things, we staggered back to our room. 

Debbie fell exhausted onto the bed, I kissed her and asked her how she felt.

"Fine she said, I feel good, I have a headache from the alcohol and my pussy and bum are sore, but I loved that Jeff, Three men all having sex with me, I've had two with you before but not three. 

I kissed and stroked her body, I didn't like to tell her I had been turned on by watching two other men fucking her. I gently pushed her over onto her back, eased her legs apart and slipped my hard again cock into her wet and sloppy pussy. Debbie just lay back with a smile on her face and enjoyed the sensations caused to her pussy lips by my cock sliding in and out of them, I did not hurry or rush her, just very gently fucked her, slowly and warmly until my cum spurted inside her, I cuddled her to me and whispered that I was just reclaiming her as my own. 

"I will always be yours Jeff, no matter what I do with other people," she murmured sleepily, and locked in each others arms we fell asleep. 

The next morning I woke up to Debbie shaking me,  Jeff, Jeff, she said urgently, "I want to go to the loo." 

I looked at my watch, it was six AM, 

"Well you know where it is I said a little irritably." 

"I want you to come with me." she pleaded. 

"NO, no, I'm too tired, you go yourself, its only just down the corridor." 

"Ohoooooo,"  she glared at me angrily, "I'll go myself," and she wrapped a towel round her naked body and dashed out. 

She had just reached the bathroom door, when Harry appeared as if from nowhere.  

"Hello Deb," he leered, "how are you feeling this morning?"  Harry was barring the bathroom door preventing her from going in.  

"I'm fine Harry," she told him, "now will you let me get into the bathroom." 

"Why the hurry?" he asked her, 

"I'm bursting!" she yelled, and tried to push him out of the way. 

"I'll come in with you," he said and opening the door pushed Debbie inside and locked the door behind him. 

"Harry! I don't want you in here,"  she told him in her sternest voice.  

"Awww come on Deb," he whined, "you were very good to me last night.

"That was last night, this is now, so get out of here." she yelled.  

Harry's answer was to yank the towel off her, leaving her naked.  

"Aaaggh!"  she shrieked, "give me the towel back." 

"NO!" said Harry, "I like you the way you are." and his lust filled eyes swept over her body.

Debbie wanted to Pee so bad that she gave in and sat down on the toilet seat.  She glared at Harry standing watching her, and began her wee. 

Harry dropped down to his knees in front of her and pushed his hand between her legs, feeling her pussy lips,  she pissed all over his hands her urine running between his fingers.  

"Hey that is fantastic," he drooled, and even Debbie felt a thrill at his hands fingering her cunt while she peed. The stream of urine from her body stopped and Harry pulled his fingers out of her hole. 

"I'm really turned on Deb," he said, "feel this," and he pulled his cock from his trousers and put it in her hand, "Is that hard or what?"  

"Yes Harry its hard," she agreed, Now open the door, I want to go back to bed,"

Ignoring what she said, Harry said, "I can't waste it, I want to fuck you with it," 

"No Harry not now," she said calmly, but with alarm starting to rumble in her belly, Jeff is only just along the corridor, he will be coming to see where I am soon."

"He's fast asleep," he sneered, and she thought he was probably right, "Anyway," he continued, "I didn't get your cunt last night, George hogged it, so I want my share right now." 




The Storm



Debbie could see that the only way she could get away was to let him have sex with her, And it is a very hard dick, she told herself.  "Be quick then Harry," she said and lay on the bathroom floor and opened her legs. He needed no second bidding, He was practically salivating at what was before him. Down came his trousers and she watched his hard cock advance towards her aimed at her pussy.  Harry's penis was average size,  but he knew how to use it. He slid his cock skilfully into her feminine sex hole and his rhythm as he fucked her turned her on nicely, 

He didn't last long but neither did she and both reached a lovely climax together. She thrashed on the floor moaning and gasping, He punched into her body until he was spent.  

"Hey baby," he drawled in his best phony American accent, " you are a fantastic women, George will be mad when I tell him what we just did."

"Why should George be mad?"  Debbie asked quietly, "he is nothing to me." 

"That's right," said Harry, "but it will spoil his bragging rights, he will be telling everybody in the bar tonight how he fucked you last night, he won't like it that I fucked you as well. 

"I hope you both enjoy the limelight," she said sarcastically, "Now let me out of here."  

"Come and say goodbye before you leave," he grinned, and left her alone in the bathroom. 

Debbie stood under the shower and let the water wash her clean, she soaped her whole body, paying particular attention to the two holes between her legs, inside and out, then she dried herself and went back to the room.

Back in the room, I lay on top of the bed on my back, naked and propped up against the head board. I had a hard on and was slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft in a wanking motion. 

"Where have you been Deb? I have this for you," indicating my erect cock. 

"I've had enough of them thank you,"  she murmured quietly. 

"Whats up Deb?" I asked, suddenly showing belated concern for my woman.  

"I just saw Harry again," she said. 

I looked hard at her,  " AND?"--- I asked.  

"He fucked me Jeff,"  she sniffled.  

I was dumbstruck, "Come here Deb," I said gently.  she sat on the bed and I put my arms round her. "Did he force you Deb?" I asked. 

"No Jeff I let him, I didn't want him, but I let him." then she went on to tell me just what had happened in the bathroom.

I felt so guilty, If I had not been such a lazy bastard I could have spared Debbie her ordeal. I comforted her and told her I was sorry for not getting up when she wanted me to.

"I'm sorry too Jeff , for getting drunk last night, and acting the way I did," she said.

"AH! well, that turned out OK, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

Debbie turned to me and with a sparkle in her eye she said, "Yes Jeff I did, it was fantastic, I have never felt so turned on."

I smiled at her, "Come on lets get dressed and get out of here."

We didn't say goodbye to Harry, we left by the back door and quickly drove away.



The Storm



Bridgett was a single woman in her forties, tall and average looking; not one to stand out in a crowd, yet pretty in her own way. The chestnut hue of her hair with just a hint of auburn accentuated her mysterious lens-covered green eyes. Being a bit on the thick side she was never model material, but then again she never wanted to be and was happy with her appearance.

Bridgett looked forward to her vacation after working a six-day/twelve hour shift, for the past eight months. Sunday's, the only days she had for herself, were spent in church and catching up on housework as well as running errands. She left for her vacation right after her shift ended on Friday. 

Because she was driving she had asked in advance for the following Monday off. Her boss granted her request plus an extra day, because he said she deserved it and was an excellent employee.

Bridgett's destination, a small island located in Lake Superior, Grand Island National Recreation Area. It would take her about 9 hours to get there and her boss let her leave after only working an eight hour day. As she walked out of the shop her boss wished her a safe, relaxing trip. 

Bridgett didn't waste any time when leaving work Friday afternoon as she hurried to her car at the far end of the parking lot. "Damn, I should have gotten here earlier this morning so I wouldn't have so far to walk now," she thought to herself as she searched for her keys in her purse as she walked. 

She found her keys, clicked the unlock button and she opened her door. She tossed her work things into the back seat then sat behind the wheel, closed the door and started her engine. "This is going to be a terrific extended weekend, finally some time to relax," she said to herself as she pulled out of the lot and headed for the freeway. Having packed her car the night before with all the necessities she would need during her trip there wasn't any reason for her to return home.

The drive along I75 was rough at the beginning, but the further north she went the less traffic she had to deal with. Bridgett loved camping, but hated the traffic so she always went at odd times of the year. This year she planned her vacation for mid May. She knew the weather would be a bit cooler at that time of year, but she wouldn't get stuck in all the congestion during the holiday, which would be her next long weekend and that made a big difference in her book.

She arrived in the U.P. quite late and booked a motel room for the night. She decided she would leave first thing in the morning right after breakfast. She loved the breakfasts served at the local diners up there. They always served plenty of food, enough to keep the average person satisfied until late in the afternoon. Bridgett ordered her favorite, two eggs over easy, bacon, biscuits and gravy and a large fresh squeezed orange juice. About half way through her meal she ordered a coffee to go.

After she ate, paid for her meal and returned to the table to leave the tip, she drove a short distance, following the signs carefully and turned into the Forest Service tug and barge parking lot. Bridgett parked her car and paid the fee for the ride to the island then got in line with a couple other vehicles. Upon departure she was handed a schedule for the barge and told the man she'd be waiting at the dock around noon Monday. The barge was loaded and Bridgett was on her way.

She drove around the island looking for the campsite she made her reservations for, finding it just north of Murry Bay at Duck Lake. The area was beautiful. There weren't many visitors but she was greeted by a few of the locals. This Island had eighteen families that took permanent residence year round. Bridgett often wished she could be one of those residents.

She parked her car and hiked the short distance to the campsite. She chose a smooth area and set up her tent and then tied her food up in a tree like the forest ranger suggested, which would prevent the bears from foraging through it. 

As Bridgett set up her tent she listened to the weather forecast. The meteorologist's forecast called for unseasonably warm temperatures for that weekend, but the threat of a possible thunderstorm should also be considered, she heard the voice from the radio said, as she finished her tent. 

After she unpacked and set up her tent she took a stroll along the shoreline of the massive lake. Every time she heard or saw the name Superior she immediately began humming "The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald" unconsciously. As she walked along the shore today she was humming that same song as she looked out over the water.

About two and a half miles from her campsite she noticed a cozy log cabin adding to the ambiance of the scenery along the shoreline. The sign about five hundred yards from the building read PRIVATE PROPERTY in bold letters then beneath in smaller print, TRESSPASSERS WILL BE EATEN! Bridgett stayed close to the water's edge as she passed that property.

As she passed the shoreline cabin her eyes were drawn to the forests' edge near the left side of the cabin, where a man was harvesting early spring vegetables from his greenhouse. From a distance the man appeared to be around her age, perhaps even a few years her junior. She could see he was on his way to having a great tan as he bent over and his shorts rode up his leg slightly baring the stark white contrast of flesh underneath. He didn't notice her staring at him and she continued her walk up the shore.

The first full day of her vacation was spent sight seeing as well as resting. Other than as she set up her tent she only turned on her radio at night when she was getting ready to go to sleep. She listened to the weather station for the nights forecast as well as the following day. Bridgett had a peaceful night's rest and woke as the sun was breaking the horizon Sunday morning. 

Bridgett never missed church when she was at home, but she wasn't about to drive and pay the barge fee two more times just to go to church so she hiked to a secluded area of the shoreline and prayed for a while then she headed back to her campsite to make breakfast. She ate a leisurely breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, cleaned her dishes and then hung her food in the tree once again. 

After she finished all her camping chores and freshened up she hiked to the waters' edge once again in search of shells and rocks for her collection. It was around noon when she began walking, her head down as her eyes became engrossed in the soft white sand and the next time she looked at her watch it was almost three pm. The weather forecast called for a thunderstorm late in the afternoon, but she didn't see any signs of one headed her way so she continued walking in the sand. As she walked around the bend of the shore she looked up and gasped, "Oh I guess they were right," she said as she watched the dark cloud that formed in the sky.

As she walked she watched; the sky began to darken and the gray cloud billowed and quickly overshadowed the warmth of the sun. Park visitors scrambled for cover from the gentle raindrops that began to fall from the heavens. The rain was refreshing upon Bridgett's face as she strolled along the shoreline, loving every drop as it pelted her flesh. This storm was moving in quickly though. The air turned cooler while she pondered the notion to seek refuge from the now drenching downpour. 

In the distance a dim light shone through the mist as if a beacon for safety. Her stride accelerated when the thunder voiced its fury. When she neared the light a voice from the cabin called out, "Come in from the rain, you're getting drenched." 

She hesitated entering the cabin; still enjoying the rain, "This is wonderful, come join me!" was her reply to the kind stranger. 

Intrigued by her tenacity, he continued to watch. His gaze fixated upon her as she walked with her face up and head tilted slightly back, with outstretched arms as she welcomed the rain as it fell upon her. The man soon appeared again, this time with a thick blanket and an umbrella to cover her bare shoulders, not to mention the new development beneath his khaki shorts. 

She began telling him of her love for thunderstorms. "The smell of the air, the sound and sight of the lightening as it pierces the sky, it's so electrifying," she said as she gazed into the dark sky then added, "it's such a turn on too! Can you feel it?" 

"Well now, it looks as though this could be my lucky day," he said then continued as he gazed into those mysterious green eyes. "Hello beautiful, I'm Jack and you are?"

She silenced him with a finger to his lips then leaned back against his chest as she gathered the blanket ends together to block the wind. Her heart raced faster with each bolt of lightening and she pressed harder against his chest. Jack agreed this thunderstorm was definitely a turn on as the heat of her body triggered a positive response in his loins.

Jack was a local resident. He moved there after he received his disability claim from the company he worked for. Jack suffered a back injury on the job three years prior and was unable to perform his daily duties any longer.

He remained out in the storm with her until the wind gained enough speed, which made it difficult to stand and without a word he scooped her in his arms and dashed for the dryness and warmth of his cabin. When he lowered her feet to the floor Jack winced at the slight pain in his back, but didn't give it a second thought when he looked up and saw the drenched beauty before him. 

Bridgett stood before Jack, her erect nipples pressed against the drenched fabric of her shirt. Her hair hung in her face slightly, dripping at the ends. Her shorts, also drenched and almost see through by this time, clung to her shapely form. Her feet were covered in damp sand. 

He admitted how exhilarating the storm made him feel as he handed her a towel for her hair and offered her a robe so he could dry her clothing beside the fire. Jack calmed her sudden fear of the situation she just put herself in and voiced that his intentions were purely innocent. He just wanted her to be comfortable and safe as they rode out the storm. His thoughts on the other hand were far from innocent. 

The eerie beat of the shutters against the windows of the log cabin became spine chilling as the wind howled and the storm intensified. She accepted the robe, taking it from his hands and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to change as Jack secured the shutters before he placed a few more logs in the fireplace. 

The lights flickered a couple times and she screamed as a sudden darkness filled the room. She managed to find her way to Jack and slid her arms around his waist and whispered, "Protect me and keep me safe my guardian angel." 

Jack was the perfect guardian angel; standing 6'1" barefoot, his muscular, but not bulging chest showed his strength. His light brown hair and hazel eyes portrayed a look of innocence. His slight belly rendered him as being a normal guy. His five o'clock shadow and thick mustache gave him a rugged, handsome appearance. Bridgett wasn't into the body builder type, nor was she into the slim athletic type, but she was definitely discovering she was into Jack's type; she was becoming smitten with him.

The fireplace was luminous and emitted a soothing light as he curled beside her on the sofa. The conversation was light and bubbly as he tried not to dwell on the raging forces outside. The intense bolts of lightening lit the sky and the pounding thunder made her jump. He sensed she was somewhat frightened by the music of the gods and he pulled her closer, to comfort and protect her. The storm lasted for hours and she soon drifted off to sleep feeling safe and secure. 

As dawn peaked the horizon, the air was crisp and clean, but the threat of storms continued. She woke to gentle kisses on her neck and shoulder as fingers caressed her hair. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said as she rolled to face him. He continued, " I just had to taste you, to feel you; this beauty beside me," he whispered in her ear then paused to nibble momentarily and then continued. "The way your hair glistened with the glow of the fire," Jack began and paused again briefly as he lifted a section of her hair to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. "Oh Bridgett you are so beautiful and I just love that sexy little thing you do with your nose when you are sleeping. I just couldn't take my eyes off you." He concluded then leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose tenderly. 

She nuzzled closer to him. The day continued with gentle caressing, sensual kissing and exploration. The time came for her to say adieu after she thanked him for his kindness and hospitality. 

"How long will you be on the island?" He asked as she walked from his bedroom toward the fireplace with the robe draped over her arm. She stopped so close to him she could see the pulse in his neck and as she lifted the robe from her arm he whispered with desire. "Can I see you again?" 

"I'll be here for the weekend. Watch for me during the next storm," she replied then blew him a kiss as she headed back down the shore to her campsite. She was tingling and very wet from his touch. As she continued to walk she lifted her shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply as the scent of the fireplace permeated her nostrils, which left her feeling calm and content.

He watched as she soon disappeared from sight. All that remained was her scent and her footprints, which all to soon dissolved with the waves. He felt contentment, yet confusion as he closed the door and inhaled her scent from the robe. "Was it real or did I just dream her into my life?" he wondered. 

He sat by the fire recalling the events of the previous day. He draped the robe across his chest to feel her close and discovered a note tucked in the pocket.

"Thank you, you're my night in shinning armor. You are amazing! Call me. I would love to continue our exploration! Xoxoxo." The note read, which also included a phone number where she could be reached. It was then he knew it wasn't a dream and his body ached for hers. 

The storm was devastating to the visitors and residents alike. Bridgett called her boss and explained her situation. The roads were flooded and the storm wasn't over just yet. Her boss gave her a temporary leave of absence. "Stay until it's safe for you to travel again and keep me abreast of the situation," he said and she hung up the phone.

Several days went by as clean up from the storm continued. Debris from neighboring homes covered the shoreline as well as inland. Several trees were uprooted and dried sand covered the front and sides of Jacks' home. The sand on the windows was so thick he could barely see out. Park visitors gathered with residents to lend a helping hand. It was then he saw her again, his storm fantasy come true. 

He hadn't had time or energy to call her due to the storms' devastation, but when he saw her again his heart pounded, his cock stiffened and he was at a loss for words. He watched her for quite some time before returning to the clean up effort. In all the commotion Jack lost sight of Bridgett once more. The pounding in his chest eased, but his rigid shaft remained. 

The park officials offered a bonfire and pig roast to thank the visitors who stayed behind to assist with clean up. When the shoreline was restored to its original beauty the feast was served.

It was then he saw her for the third time. By this time his emotions were ablaze and he couldn't hide his desire for her. He craved her scent and returned to his cabin for a quick shower and to change before rejoining the festivities.

He wandered through the hungry crowd looking for her. He searched for what seemed like forever and thought she must have left because there was no sight of her anywhere. Disappointed, he decided to end his search when he heard a voice from above. "It's about time you showed up, are you going to join me or just stand there looking around?" she said from the tree limb above his head. 

He couldn't figure where the voice was coming from as she was hidden by leaves and branches. She tossed a twig that landed directly on his head. "Oops" and then there was a giggle. He looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. She was resting on a large branch in the tree. "Grab a plate and come up here," she ordered to him. He soon joined her. The view was spectacular and the limb was long enough for the two to sit side-by-side and wide enough to ease the apprehension that neither would slip off.  

He apologized for not calling sooner and she hushed him with one soft finger to his lips. She explained that she understood and knew if she came to help he would eventually run into her again.

Dusk was hitting the park; the water glowed with the light of the full moon when the sun vanished beyond the horizon. Clean up participants and park officials were retiring for the evening, totally exhausted from a hard days work and an excellent dinner. Soon the shoreline was deserted except for the two in the tree. "I can't believe we are finally alone, I thought they would never get tired," she said with a smile on her face. 

He gazed into her eyes and whispered into her ear, "So where would you like to begin your exploration?" 

The bonfire was emitting enough light to give a romantic glow through the leaves of the magnificent oak tree. He helped her to her feet and she leaned back against the enormous trunk of the tree. He took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, yet with enough heat and desire that compelled her to capture snippets of his hair in her fingers and lure him in for a deeper kiss. 

As they kissed, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, bringing her hands back up his chest and pushing it off his shoulders. She felt his hands at her waist, tugging her shirt up while his fingers unhurriedly excited her heated skin beneath. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, his voice lusty, "I must have you this instant!" He brought her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the ground. His arms immediately wrapped around her again, fumbling with the clasp on her bra as his lips found hers in another fiery kiss. 

Breaking the kiss once more, he ran his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, slowly bringing them down as his fingers and lips left a trail of fire on her skin. She moaned at the sensual touch of his hands as he worked his way back up her body, caressing softly and exploring every curve. Standing upright again, he began to unfasten the snap on his jeans, only to have her push his hands away and complete the task herself. 

Bringing his jeans and briefs down at once, his raging erection sprung free, causing her to gasp at the sight of it. She moved her lips closer to the tip, her tongue surveying its perimeter then probing out to taste it. He gasped at the sensations her tongue emitted against his hard member. Slowly, her kisses ascended his body, circling her tongue around each nipple as she found his waiting lips once more. The anticipation finally quenched as their lips joined in a hypnotic kiss.

He reached up and grabbed the towel hanging on the large branch above them and draped it over her shoulders, their lips still engaged in a frenzied kiss. She broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes, seeing the desire, the lust and something more, something beyond lust in the depths. The anticipation of that which awaits, the adoration of that which is present as well as the love, the bond in which they now share. 

He pushed her against the trunk of the tree, her hard nipples pressed into his hard muscular chest. His lips found her neck, kissing and nibbling softly as he made his way down her body, leaving another trail of fire with his lips. Capturing one nipple in his mouth, he began circling his tongue around it, eliciting a soft whimper from her. Biting down softly, he felt her back arch into him, pushing the taut bud further into his hungry mouth. 




The Storm



His kisses followed the gentle curves between her areolas as his mouth found the other nipple, giving it the same pleasurable treatment the first had received. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place and she felt as well as heard him moan her name. She pulled him away; brought his face up to hers and kissed him with all the desire he made her feel. 

Her lips found his neck, then his ear, nibbling softly as he moaned her name once more. Pulling away briefly, she looked deep into his eyes. 

"Please, Jack. I need you. Don't deprive me any longer," she whispered. 

He brought his lips to hers again, pressing his throbbing erection against her. She parted her legs to allow him access. He lifted her slightly, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he pushed himself slowly inside her. Resting his hands on the trunk of the tree on either side of her, he pumped into her slowly, feeling her hips move with his. 

He kissed her again. His kiss this time was tender, passionate and full of the desire he felt for her. The sweet taste of her was nearly his undoing. His hips pumped harder into her, her moans of pleasure muffled by his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back as her orgasm began to work its way through her body. Tearing her lips from his, she cried out his name when he hit that spot that would bring her over the edge. 

Just seconds away from his own release, he pumped even harder into her when he felt her legs tighten around him. Roaring her name from his lips, he emptied his cock into her convulsing pussy. 

He held them both up as they gasped for air; their perspiration glistened in the moonlight as they continued their intimate embrace, his rapidly softening member still lodged deep inside her. He took a step back, allowing her feet to touch the branch beneath them. She held him tight, unable to hold herself up on her own. 

He pulled the towel from behind her and laid it out on the branch before bringing her down to lay with him, both laying on their sides facing each other. He held her close as the moon shone on the water and the embers of the fire dissipated. They remained on the limb wrapped in sensual caresses and gentle loving until dawn. 

They watched the sun peak the horizon once more. "Do you have to rush off again?" he asked, somewhat disappointed, remembering the last time they were together.

She leaned into him, "my schedule is free today, what did you have in mind?" 

He climbed down from the tree then gathered up their clothes. She wrapped the towel around her as he pulled on his jeans. He helped her down from the limb, feeling her straddle his broad shoulders and they strolled back to his cabin. They were both famished from the activities of the previous night. He prepared a light brunch to enjoy on the deck. 

As Jack cleared the dishes from the meal, Bridgett attempted to suppress that drive inside her. Although unsuccessful, she soon made it evident that her sexual appetite had not yet been quenched, that she craved more. She parted her legs slightly as she repositioned her hips toward the edge of the adirondack chair she sat in. With a watchful eye on Jack who fueled her movements, she parted the towel with one hand as she seductively moved the other to the tuft of curls between her tingling thighs.

She caressed the outer labia then inner, making certain Jack could see every movement. Her body was on fire and she craved relief. With her eyes closed her fingers continued their quest as she moved them to her slit. A slow massage at first, but when she opened her eyes again she noticed Jack standing mere inches from her, watching intently, her pace quickened. She reached beneath the towel and began to flick one nipple with her free hand and within moments a powerful orgasm coursed through her. Her body convulsed in the chair as Jack moved in to assist, which caused yet another orgasm to rush through her.

Content for the moment, she pulled Jack to her and kissed his lips softly then whispered, "if I would have only known you were serious about your trespassing sign I would have come over here much sooner." 

Jack, still between her trembling thighs gazed adoringly at Bridgett when she sighed dreamily as she winked, biting her lower lip slightly with her teeth. 

Bridgett remained in the chair as her body recovered from the intense pleasure. When her breathing calmed Jack reached for her hand and as she gazed in his eyes she could clearly tell he craved more as well. More love, more excitement, more passion as the two crossed the threshold into an intimate embrace and rekindled the ecstasy for a third time. 

Mouth to mouth, tongues engaged in pyretic dance, as they retreated to the comforts of his bed for a continuum of their highly anticipated erotic euphoria.

Epilogue

Bridgett told a little white lie about the roads being impassable when she phoned her boss several days after the storm. She wasn't ready to leave Jack just yet. Eventually though, she did return home and to her job. Jack visited her several times throughout the year and their attraction to the other only strengthened. Jack told Bridgett she needed to come stay with him in the cabin and later that night she proposed to him! Bridgett quit her job and moved to the island after Jack said yes! 

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A special thank you goes out to my friend michchick98. Thanks for all your help with this story! 

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The Storm



I couldn't believe it, Kevin had won tickets to one of the hottest concerts in years, and we were going to have front row seats! I was screaming as I got off the phone with him.

Suddenly my father came running into my room, with a look of tension pasted on his face. "What's wrong?!" he shouted nervously.

"Nothing Daddy," I laughed as I told him the good news.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he exaggerated as he calmed down. "So where exactly is this concert?" 

"I'm not sure, it's in some field somewhere, Kevin knows," I said with excited enthusiasm.

"IT'S OUTDOORS?!?"

"Yeah Dad, it's like a Woodstock thing," I said with a smile.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea Carrie, I've heard bad things about these types of concerts," my Dad said killing my momentary glee.

"Dad...there is security you know, it's perfectly safe," I said getting a bit irritated.

"Security isn't all I'm concerned about, what if it rains?"

"Dad, it'll be fine, it'll turn into a mud-party, didn't you grow up in the 60's?" I asked.

"I was a toddler in the 60's, and I wouldn't have gone to Woodstock had I been old enough," he said. "Plus, I don't trust Kevin, he's just off a DWI suspension, and you can't tell me he won't be drinking there. I don't like it."

"Oh Dad please, stop being a worry wart!" I yelled at him.

I knew my father was only trying to protect me, and he did have good reason not to trust Kevin. Over the seven months we had been dating, Kevin admitted a drug problem to me, got arrested for driving under the influence and cheated on me with an ex of his, which I eventually let him slide. My father and I rarely disagree on anything, and I always respect his opinion, but I will be damned if I let him stop me from going to this concert.

The discussion lasted for several more minutes, when I eventually used the, "You can't tell me what to do anymore" line, which silenced my father. He knew I was right; I am 19 and old enough to make my own decisions. Still, I wish I hadn't said it. 

"You may me a young woman now, but you still are, and always will be my daughter, and I would like to hope you would respect my opinion. You know it's only in your best interest Carrie, it always is," he said sternly before leaving me alone in my room.

I knew it would happen. With one sentence he erased the raging stubborn girl within me and replaced it with guilt. I hated disagreeing with my dad. But this concert had been sold out for months, and now I was going to be in the first row. Kevin isn't the guy I want to settle down with, I know he's not right for me, but I just can't pass this up.

Four days had passed since our little quarrel in my bedroom, and my father, against his better judgment, had accepted the fact that I would be going to the concert. He spent the last few days stressing how careful I should be, and to make sure I had my cell phone on and charged.

The night before the concert my father again asked me to reconsider. The weather forecast had not changed over the previous days, and it called for possible thunderstorms in the area of the concert, which was about a two hours drive away. Still, stubborn as an ox, I didn't relent. 

When the next day had come Kevin had picked me up at my house at 3pm. He was wearing a black tee shirt that matched his thick wavy hair. His ripped jeans and construction boots completed looked like they hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine in weeks. It was typical Kevin; he didn't dress to impress. 

I had on a small white spaghetti strap top with a red bra underneath, and tiny short shorts with shredded edges. I also wore stiletto heals that I had bought just the other day.

My bleached blonde hair fell just below my shoulder line, and was ironed straight. My lipstick was a fiery red with dark eye shadow.

"Ooo baby, you are looking hot tonight!" Kevin said as he immediately undressed me with his eyes. 

Blushing I thanked him and got in the car.

The drive was long and silent, Kevin blasted music from his MP3 player as we drove, and we hardly talked. Even if I wanted to, he wouldn't hear me. Kevin wasn't a great conversationalist. As I thought about it, he wasn't really great at anything, not even in bed. I knew it wouldn't last, but for the moment I was with him, and tonight, I was grateful for the tickets, so I would put up later if he's not too drunk.

When we got to the concert the sky overhead looked threatening, but a man on stage immediately announced that the forecast looked to hold up. But he promised, the show would go on, "Rain or shine kids" which was followed by a rowdy applause.

When the show started, a band came out and started blasting a song that I wasn't too familiar with, although it was easy to get into the raucous crowd. We stood the entire time and as the bands went on playing, the party got more and more intense, and so did the sky. The clouds had darkened considerably, but the setting sun masked how truly menacing they were.

After an hour of nonstop ear-piercing noise, Kevin was on his 4th beer and I was starting my third. I noticed a few things being tossed to the stage at one point, and then I realized they were bras. Girls were throwing them on stage from the closest rows. Taking a quick look behind me I saw a girl sitting on her boyfriend's shoulders totally topless and swaying to the sounds. 

Then I felt Kevin poking me. I looked at him and he was screaming something I couldn't decipher. Eventually I made it out. He was shouting for me to remove my bra as well. I wasn't sure about doing that, but I was just having so much fun so I figured what the hell.

I reached under my shirt to unclip it. As I tried to work the straps off under my top Kevin did something that took me by surprise. He quickly put his hands on my shirt and pulled it off me. Clutching my unclipped bra to my pale breasts, he took the shirt from me and told me again to throw it. 

I was a little unnerved by removing my top completely in public, but as I noticed other girls around me doing it, I figured it wasn't much of a big deal. So with one quick gasp, I flung my red bra onto the stage and bared my breasts to the band. 

Their eyes found me immediately and the guitarist winked at me. It felt very awkward at first being topless, but I got used to it quickly and put my arms above my head and jammed to the music.

After another song I heard a large boom that didn't sound like it was part of the song and that's when I saw an enormous white crack cross the sky. Within seconds the rain was flooding the field and more lightning shot across the sky and on the horizon. Suddenly I was feeling very cold and I asked Kevin for my shirt back. 

Being an ass, he shouted for me relax and refused to give it back. I had to pull it out of his hands, and by the time I got it over me it was drenched. The band kept playing despite the deteriorating conditions and I was starting to get nervous. I yelled at Kevin that I wanted to leave. 

He was not only drunk, but also shouted at me, "No way!"

I shouted back, "IT'S NOT SAFE!"

But he shot back, "THEN LEAVE!"

I couldn't believe it. I had no way to get home, and was going to be forced to watch this thing in dangerous conditions? I couldn't believe him, how could he do this to me?

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled at him, and stormed off into the crowd, putting my soaking top back on as I went. 

I don't know why I did it, I guess I was just angry, but leaving his side was probably not the smartest move. Nor was coming to this concert. My father was right.

I turned back to find him again, suddenly feeling very alone in a crowd of drunk and half naked teenagers, but I couldn't find him. Suddenly a large boom jolted everyone, and I found myself ducking as a precaution. A bolt of lightning hit a speaker system only yards from the crowd. 

Before I knew what was happening I was knocked to my knees. Before I could get up I felt someone kick me from behind and almost fall on top of me. I finally found my footing and stood. The scene unfolded before my eyes, everyone was running as another bolt of lightning struck a tree on the edge of the field. The band had stopped playing, and utter chaos ensued.

"KEVIN!" I kept shouting.

I couldn't hear him. I couldn't hear anyone, but at the same time, I heard everyone.

"KEVIN!!"

I knew it was hopeless. There were thousands of people running, some without shirts, one guy even without pants. I tried to find the car, but for the life of me, I could not remember where we parked it!

I started to cry, and tried to find a place to stay dry.

That's when I felt a buzzing on my side.

MY CELL PHONE!

I almost forgot I took it! Immediately I removed it from the clip on my waist. The display on it revealed my father's number. I was never so happy to see his number calling me.

"DAD?" I picked up the phone yelling.

"Honey, the weather report said there's a storm..." he started.

"COME GET ME! PLEASE!" I cut him off as I continued to cry.

"WHAT'S WRONG?? ARE YOU OK??!!" He shouted now, overly concerned.

"IT'S POURING, THERE'S LIGHTNING, AND KEVIN IS GONE!!"

"WHAT!!??!! my father shouted madly into the earpiece.

"I'LL KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH! HE LEFT YOU?"

"NO DAD, I...I...I CAN'T EXPLAIN, I JUST CAN'T FIND HIM! PLEASE COME GET ME!!"

Without any further questions asked he shouted, "I'M ON MY WAY, STAY PUT."

As I waited for my father, I found a covered bus stop by a road that provided some shelter from the downpour. I was shivering uncontrollably and drenched from head to foot. My high heels had been gone for some time now. I had removed them after breaking one in a patch of mud. 

Alone and petrified in a massive thunderstorm I waited and waited, clutching my arms to keep myself warm. Shivering and soaked, I believed that Kevin would find me. I knew finding him in the swarm of evacuees was improbable, but surely he wouldn't leave for home before doing a sweep of the area for me. 

The bus stop I had taken shelter in looked aged and an advertisement for a movie that had premiered when I was 12 cemented my suspicion. There would be no buses coming this way tonight. 

In the distance I saw the blurry glow of headlights as the cars made their way from the muddy parking pasture onto the service road that would take them to the freeway. I was wondering if I shouldn't wait by the lot exit, surely Kevin would be driving through there if he was already in the car.  Damn I wished I was paying attention when we parked it!

I was almost as angry with myself for my stupidity as I was with Kevin. And the more I thought about it, the more upset I became. If Kevin had been searching for me on foot, then he had someone move the car, because before too long, the pasture was empty. 

He couldn't have I thought to myself in disgust.

Surely he was still looking for me. Surely he wasn't taking the last two words I shouted at him to heart. But then I realized he had a cell phone! I could call him!  Why didn't he call me? 

I felt like an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. I had the phone in my cold wet hands as fast as my numb fingers could grip it and I found his name in my contact list and dialed it.

I got his voicemail immediately. "ASSHOLE!" I screamed in disgust. He always had his phone off! Why the hell he even had one I wondered sometimes. I sat back down on the cold cracked plastic bench in the corner of the bus stop. I clutched my arms to my side again and waited, listening to the ever-growing thunder surrounding me. I was very scared.

After a few more minutes I lay on my side, and shriveled up for warmth. All though I was exhausted, my mind was racing with thoughts.  I can't believe that dick head left without me! I'm such a fucking idiot! Is Daddy going to be furious with me? Can I get hypothermia out here? Is this someplace safe to be in a thunderstorm? 

I remember learning in school that it was dangerous to be in open fields and under trees or by water in a thunderstorm, but I learned nothing of abandoned old bus stops. I began to cry again, and hoped the minutes would pass. 

After another half hour all around was dark, and not a glimmer of light was around. And the only sound was of the constant beating of rain on the pavement and the top of the bus stop, and the random booms of thunder in the not too far distance. The only thing I could see was the horizon when it was momentarily revealed to me by a branch of lightning across the sky. 

I called my Dad and got his voicemail. Immediately I panicked fearing the worst. But after a few minutes I realized for most of the drive up I didn't have a signal on my cell. I knew it probably wasn't safe to be on the phone during the storm either, and I closed it, but kept it firm in my hands.

I waited there in the cold drenched dark for what seemed like an eternity, until finally I saw a pair of headlights cut through the night on the horizon. I sat up and watched the twin beams flicker through the raindrops. Then I saw the lights turn into the field, and I knew it must be my dad. 

Without thought I ran as fast as I could out into the monsoon. My clothes didn't protect me from the rain even for a millisecond. They felt like wet rags on my body as I ran, and I felt my shirt being sucked to my chest. Stepping through a few deep puddles of mud with my bare feet as I ran, I fell in one. 

Covered in mud I got to my feet quickly as I saw the car ahead circle the lot and prepare to leave. I had to keep going. I ran as hard as my cold-water logged feet would carry me, and the car made a second turn for the lot and its high beams found me.

When I made it to the car the passenger door opened and I was never happier in my life to see my dad. I got in the car, closed the door and cried once again.

As we drove my father didn't say much other than asking if I was ok, and apologizing for not bringing some spare clothes for me. He told me he had gotten out of the house so fast he didn't think I might need them.

I apologized to him repeatedly, telling him how right he was, and how stupid I was. I told him Kevin and I were over, and I'm never speaking to him again. My dad was silent and just listened as he drove. Not once did he try to tell me, "I told you so." Not once did he reprimand me. 

He knew I had learned my lesson and had been punished more than he could ever try to do to me, and didn't say a word. Finally I stopped shivering as my body adjusted to the warmth of the car. My father had lent me his windbreaker when I had gotten into the car, although it didn't help much.

As we drove the conditions grew worse. Eventually the visibility grew so bad we couldn't see much beyond the hood of the car. And then my father spoke again. "We need to stop, this isn't safe."

"I agree," I said immediately. I trusted my father's driving skills, but driving in weather this bad was just begging for an accident, and I didn't need this night to get any worse. My dad and I lived alone since my parents had separated and my sister had gone away to college. So there was nobody at home to call.

At the next exit my dad slowly made his way off, and followed some directional signs to a small motel that was advertised on the exit sign. There wasn't another car on the road, and all I could think about was getting warm and dry.

When we pulled into the lot my dad pulled up in front of a small window with a glowing red neon sign in the window that read: OFFICE, and below it in blue: VACANCY. My dad told me to wait right there (as if I was going to go anywhere) and left the car running as he ran through the onslaught of rain to the small covering above the door beside the window.

I watched as he pressed a button and waited a minute before being let in. The lot seemed pretty full tonight, and I figured I was probably the only one stupid enough to still be out in this mess.

After five short minutes my father emerged and ran around the hood and got back in the car. He was drenched. "We got their last room," he said.

"Thank goodness," I said softly.

We found a spot at the far end of the lot and ran to the door marked with the number 16. My father fiddled with the key and eventually got the door open. Opening the light and shutting the door on the cold wet night seemed like such a relief, and at first I didn't realize that there was only one bed in the room.

"Dad, there's only one bed," I said.

"I know baby, I'm sorry, but this is all he had left," he told me sympathetically. "He even said we were lucky because all of the other places around are full."

"Why would motels around here be full?" I asked, but knew the answer before my father could issue it.

"Because of the concert my dear," he said without sarcasm. I was very grateful he was not making this harder on me than he should be.

"I got to get out of these clothes," I said as another realization hit me. "DAD? Did you bring me anything? " I asked nervously.

"I told you honey, I rushed out, I didn't get anything for myself either," he said looking upset.

"What am I going to sleep in?" I asked.

"I don't know honey, I don't know," he said honestly.

I usually packed pajamas when staying in a motel, but I wasn't a stranger to sleeping nude since I usually did it at home during the warmer months. But this was a completely different situation.

"I guess we can sleep in towels," my dad suggested.

"That sounds ridiculous Daddy," I said.

"Well honey, we can't sleep in our clothes, you don't want to get sick, and our clothes need to dry," he said. "Do you have any other ideas?"

"No," I said with a blank face. 

As I spoke with my dad, I couldn't help but notice his eyes shift from my face to my shirt and back again once or twice. Then I caught a look at myself in the mirror that was bolted to the wall above the dresser. My hair was soaked and flat, my makeup was smudged all down my face and my nipples could be seen almost perfectly through my white top! I totally forgot I had thrown away my bra!

Feeling very exposed in front of my dad I made to cover my chest with my arms, but instead went into the bathroom. Under the bright lights of the bathroom I peeled my clothing off and tossed them on the floor. I turned on the shower faucet and waited for the water to heat up.

The pressure was ridiculously soft, but I was grateful at least for the hot water. I showered for 15 minutes almost not wanting to get out. Eventually the hot water I was so thankful for moments earlier was dwindling, and I shut the tap and got out and towel dried. 

Looking at my mud covered clothes on the floor; I tossed them in the sink and ran some water on them as I dried my hair with another towel. Finally I placed my soaking shorts, panties and shirt over the shower curtain bar and tightened the towel around me. 

With nothing else to wear I took a last look at myself in the mirror and opened the door and went back into the bedroom. My father was lying in the bed with the covers pulled up to his waist. He was shirtless and I saw his soaked clothes sitting on the floor in the corner.

"What are you wearing?" I said to him.

"Well honey I had to get out of those clothes, and I didn't want to come in for a towel while you were in the shower," he said honestly.

Just as I had thought, he was naked below the sheets. I couldn't tell him how absurd it was because he had the best excuse he could. Unless he pulled the carpet off the floor, he had nothing else to wear that was dry.

"Your clothes aren't going to dry on the floor Daddy," I said.

"Oh I know," he said as he started to make his way for the floor.

"That's alright Daddy, I'll get them," I said. It was one thing to accept my father sleeping naked in the bed, it was another to see him stroll across the motel room in all his glory before me.




The Storm



As the thunder crashed once more causing the windows to rattle, I closed the bedroom door after checking on the four-year-old to make sure he was still sleeping. Nights like this, I am thankful he is a heavy sleeper, just like his father.

I swiftly walk the short hallway, my canvas junior high cheerleader style sneakers barely making noise on the polished hardwood floor. I snuggle deeper into my oversized white sweater that brushed my jeans at mid-thigh, trying to warm myself against the chill of the storm. As I set a kettle of water on the stove for a cup of tea, a flash of lightning causes the lights to flicker. I decide to abandon the idea of tea.

I turned to the fridge, my back to the window in the living room, when the next round of thunder caused the house to rattle. The noise from the thunder, combined with the house rattling from the force of it, masked the sound as the window opened. I did not realize someone was opening the window, reaching in to unlock the door, and slipping inside until it was too late.

Before I knew what was going on, before I even realized there was a man in the house, a blindfold had been placed over my eyes and a balled up cloth had been roughly shoved into my mouth. When I realized what was going on, I struggled and tried to fight off the hands that were wrenching my arms behind my back. When he went to tie my hands behind me, I caught the slight scent of Irish Spring soap mixed with the mild smell of Aqua Velva and stale cigarette smoke.

"Do as I say and no one gets hurt," came the order from behind me, close to my ear. He jerked my head back with a yank of my hair and pulled me into what I guessed was the living room from the distance he directed me. He threw me down to the floor so he could tie my legs together, my cheek hitting the carpet, confirming my guess that I was in the living room now, the only room with carpet.

With a knee in the small of my back, he untied my arms just long enough to remove my sweater, revealing a plain white cotton bra. He took care to retie my hands behind my back.

He picked me up as though I was a sack of flour and tossed me onto my back on the near by couch. As I struggled against him, his hand covered my breast and groped hard enough to leave a bruise. While pinching one nipple through the material of my bra, he again took my hair in his other fist and pressed his full weight on top of me. "Scream and you will regret it," came the whispered command from the raspy voice which was obviously affected by the two-packs-a-day.

He removed the gag, and before I could form any voice to protest, his mouth crushed mine. My lips closed tight in protest and he put his hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to restrict my breathing, forcing my mouth to open slightly in an attempt to gasp a breath. As soon as my lips parted in a desperate attempt to get a breath, his tongue plunged into my mouth and his hand left my throat to continue groping my breasts. In an act of defiance, I bit down on his tongue.

Suddenly, I felt his hand leave my hair and come crashing down across my cheek, his left hand continued to maul my breasts, but in a harsher manner now, a way to make me regret biting him. I was startled when I felt the cold steel edge of his ever-present pocket knife he keeps in the right hip pocket of his jeans. He slipped the blade under the material that joins the cups of my bra in the middle and cut through it. I gasp as he, still holding the knife between my breasts, as if threatening me with it, unzips his jeans and shoves his entire length into my mouth.

"Repeat that little stunt and you will wish all you get is the back of my hand," comes the grumbled warning. I start to gag from the sheer sudden length of his cock. It was more from the lack of warning before he invaded the back of my throat that caused the gagging reflex then anything else. As soon as he felt the first motion of my throat closing to him, however unintentional it was, he brought his hand down hard against my already bruised and sore breasts.

As he is standing there, forcing himself into my throat over and over, he uses the knife to cut my belt, and then pulls the snap of my jeans open, breaking the zipper in his attempt to open it. He removes himself from my mouth and replaces the balled up cloth gag. I try to struggle to free myself from him, but another slap to the face causes me to be still. He out weighs me by a considerable amount and uses this to his advantage in restricting my ability to move as he unties my legs and quickly removes my shoes, socks and pants.

He retied my ankles and picked me up over his shoulder. As he made his way to the chair across the room, he landed several slaps to my now almost bare ass. When he got to the chair, he threw me into it with enough force to cause it to slide back several inches.

Despite my struggles, I could not prevent him from forcing my legs open and binding my legs to the chair, forced open, my ankles tied to the bottoms of the chair legs, my knees forced wide open, tied over the arms of the chair, my arms tied to the horizontal slats on the back, still behind my back.

I hear a muffle, as if his breathing had been altered or masked. He comes close to my ear again, but this time I can't feel his breathing. With one hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat to him, and the other around my throat, he grumbles into my ear, "Now, I want you to see what I'm about to do to you. I want you to see my cock as it enters you." With that he removes the blindfold and I discover why I could not feel his breath as he leaned in to speak to me. The muffling sound I heard was him putting on a knit ski mask to obscure his face from me.

Again, the pocket knife is brandished. He runs the back side of it from the gully between my breasts, as if daring me to move, down past my belly button, to the waste band of my plain white cotton panties. The hand not holding the knife is holding my hair still, forcing my vision to follow the knife's slow, maniacal path down my body. My vision is cloudy from the tears that were now flowing freely. "You want this, and you know it, so knock off the crying," he says from between my legs. When the tears continue to flow, his hand comes crashing down on my most private lips. I cry out from under the gag from the sting of the slap and he lands another one to the same spot, laughing at my reaction to the stinging pain. He uses the knife to cut away my panties, giving himself direct access to what he wants.

As he slapped my swollen lips and clit again, he leaned in and grumbled in my ear, "See, I told you that this was what you knew you wanted, isn't it? Watch as I fuck you; watch as my cock fucks your little whore pussy." No matter how much I try to shake my head in protest, he holds it steady and I curse my femininity for betraying me and lubricating.

He pauses as he notices I am not looking. The back of his hand comes crashing against my cheek. As soon as the force of the slap causes me to open my eyes once again, he slams himself all the way into my wetness.

"Admit it, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" His question is answered with silence. He yanks my hair harder. He slams into me harder. "Yeah, this is what little cock tease wanted all along. You don't need to admit it, the proof is right here."

A muffled reply comes from behind the gag. With a bite to my sore nipple, he yanks the cloth from my mouth. "What was that, you little whore? Look at you, can't even lie to me, you know you wanted this all along, you are such a whore, you're about to cum."

"Drop dead," I reply through clenched teeth. If I can't get away from him, I can at least refuse him the satisfaction of being able to stick his tongue in my mouth. With that response, he pulled himself out and quickly slapped my swollen private lips twice, hard enough to make me whimper. I snuck a peek at his expression, what I could see of it from the holes in the mask, and his eyes told me that he knew. He knew from the whimper that my resolve was quickly fading away.

He slammed himself back into me and, using a hand on my breast for leverage, put his other hand around my throat again, applying just enough pressure. As my head began swimming from the danger of the situation mixed with his hand slowly restricting my windpipe, he repeated his question. "Admit it, bitch, this is what you wanted all along, isn't it?"

He took his hand from my throat and held my chin firmly in place as he tried again to kiss me. "Admit it as you clench my cock with your pussy while you cum. You wanted this all along. Little whore."

I refused to answer him. The most he would get from me was a "Drop dead," from clenched teeth which annoyed him even more.

Every time he heard the reply he would answer back with a slap to one body part or another, breast, cheek, ass, clit, or lips. "You're gonna cum," he would chuckle in a sing song manner at me, as if laughing at me while taunting me.

"Drop dead!"

"We will see about that after you cum. You know you want to." He chuckled, still taunting me. I curse my womanly reaction to the cock that was violating me. His hand comes down hard on my cheek, the slapping sound from it filling the room, echoed by the thunder outside. "We shall see, whore."

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back and exposing the tender flesh of my throat to him. I am completely open and vulnerable to him now, my arms and legs still tied to the chair, impossible to struggle out of the bonds, naked save for the ropes he used to bind me in this compromising position, one of his hands fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, the other at my collar bone, ready to apply pressure if I made one false move, his shaft invading my most private of regions over and over again, the knife glinting as the lightning outside lit up the dim room.

He slams deeper into me again, pulling my head back even further, moving his hand from my collar bone to my breast, again grabbing as hard as he can, trying to kiss me once more. "Open your mouth," comes the command, which I ignore. Since it is impossible to fight the end result that I feel building deep within me, and struggling against him is both impossible and pointless, my best recourse is to ignore him, maybe he will grow bored and move on to someone else, fearful for my safety.

I feel him pinch and twist the nipple of the breast he was grabbing. "What the hell, whore?" he grits out. "Open your damn mouth. You are such a little cock tease. Can't even stop it during this, can you? Open your eyes and look at me while you are clenching my cock." Of course, I do anything but look at him. He pulls out again and slaps my swollen, slick lips even harder. I hear him ask again from between my legs "Are you still going to deny that you are going to cum? That this is what you wanted all along? That while you were busy teasing everyone that you really wanted me to fuck you?"

"Drop dead," was all I could muster while trying to hold back the orgasm I felt building up in me.

He chuckled and slapped me again. After three more stinging slaps, he reentered me and used the fingers that were now moistened from the punishment to pry my mouth open. "Clean them off or I'll make you gag on them, bitch." Playing along with his demand for a moment, I only give slight resistance to his fingers as they open my mouth, prying my teeth apart. When his fingers are in my mouth enough for him to consider them cleaned off, I start to close my teeth with his fingers still between my jaws. When he feels this, he shoves them in far enough to make me gag slightly on them. "You are going to pay for that." He again lands the back of his hand across my sore breasts, one slap to each. "Now, you know you are going to cum, bitch, no use fighting it, so just do it. I can feel you already starting to clamp my cock with your pussy. Admit it, you really want to cum, don't you, whore?"

I shake my head in as much denial as his grip will let me. He knows I am lying, I know I am lying. "Yes, you do. Admit it. This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" He pulls my ear to stop me from shaking my head no, he wants a response, and he wants one now.

"No!"

"Bull shit! I just felt you tighten. You are about to cum and you and I both know it, bitch, but, you are an obstinate little girl, denying what we both know."

I ignored him and refused to let myself reach orgasm. He got annoyed again and untied and rebound my legs to the back legs of the chair instead of the front and climbed onto the chair in front of me, pulling my head back as far as my neck would allow.

He put the tip of his shaft against my lips. When I didn't open my mouth for him, he grabbed my hair with one hand and reached down to slap my stinging and spread lips, catching my clit with his fingers. I gasped and he took the opportunity to shove himself all the way in my mouth.

"Don't even think about it, little girl. Taste yourself on my cock. Tell me you didn't want it. Deny to me that this is not what you wanted all along while you taste your own cum on my cock."

I mumble around his shaft, agreeing with him, finally broken. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You are about to cum just from this aren't you, whore?"

"Yes," comes my mumbled reply from around his member intruding in my mouth.

"Well, how about this?" He asks as he shoves himself all the way into the back of my throat. This time I do not gag on him, since I am ready for it. As he shoves his entire length into my mouth and my lips rest on the base of him, he obtains his release.

I feel his final pleasure as it hits the back of my throat, squirting warm and thick ropes of cum down my throat.

He removes my blindfold after he is finished, along with his ski mask, unties me, and kisses me. This time I do not fight it, but enjoy and revel in it. He leads me into our bedroom just as the storm causes the lights to go out. We fall asleep in each other's arms, his strong hands gently rubbing the kinks out of my shoulders caused by the binds he had used earlier.

When he and I discussed acting out this fantasy previously, he had said he was going to do it, but I didn't believe him. I guess I learned more then one lesson that night about the man I married.



The Storm



She took a lick of her strawberry ice cream and smiled at him. He reached across the table and held her free hand. She liked the way his hands felt- strong and comforting. Her eyes followed their entwined hands up his strong arms and back to his loving smile. She looked into his eyes; one winked back at her. Her resulting giggle made him smile wide. He looked out the large glass window of the ice cream shop at the sky. Evening was setting in and there was a storm on the horizon. The rain would be a welcome change from the hot days of the past months. He took another lick of his ice cream and admired the way her blonde hair fell softly upon her shoulders and down her chest; he smiled again. 

"So what do you want to do now?" she asked leaning closer to him over the table.

"Hmm....We could try and go to the park before the rain gets here." He replied.

"That sounds good to me. Can I take my ice cream with me?"

"Of course." 

He stood and took a last lick of his ice cream before throwing away the leftovers. She stood and took a gooey bite of hers as they walked out the building towards the car. As they did, he extended an elbow to escort her as if he were a proper gentleman in his shorts and sandals. She took it and grinned as they made the rest of the way to the car. The ride to the park passed in a contented silence that can only come from deep love and understanding. He parked the car in a gravel lot adjacent to some baseball fields. There were still a few kids playing at the late hour. He grabbed the blanket they had a bought at the shop earlier in the day and they walked off towards the trees surrounding the playing fields. She dropped her ice cream in a trash can as they walked and then hugged his free arm. Her embrace made him walk just a tad faster.

As they walked he thought of the summer they had spent together and the joy it had brought him. He had never felt the comfort and happiness that this woman had brought him. He felt cheated to have not experienced this love earlier. She felt the same and knew that what they had was special. It was not even a question of thinking and evaluating; she could simply feel it in her heart. They knew their love was real.

They reached the trees but realized that the undergrowth was too thick to go through. They walked along the edge of the forest looking for an opening but none came. After a few minutes of walking and searching they came upon a stream that separated the thick forest from a large field and, beyond that, a thinner forest that looked like a better spot to lie down. The stream had steep banks on each side that rose waist height above the water. He decided to cross and proceeded to leap onto a rock on one side of the stream and scurry over to the other side. She gave him one of those cross looks that girls often give when they are put in potentially embarrassing, yet entertaining, situations. She jumped down and made it up the bank- much to her own satisfaction.  

"I hate you. You know that right?"

"Of course. I shall endeavor to stay away from you from now on. It's obvious you don't want me in your life at all." His sarcasm got a smile out of her.

"I'm glad you realize the seriousness of the situation."

There was thinner forest on other side of the stream and they were able to walk easily into an opening in the brush. The forest had grown dim with the waning sunlight and approaching storm clouds. He unrolled the blanket in a flat spot that looked promising. They both removed their shoes and kneeled on the blanket. The forest felt comforting around them and the blanket good on their feet. He leaned forward and kissed her gingerly at first, but with each kiss their passion grew and soon they met each others lips forcefully. Their arms reached out and felt each others bodies before drawing them together. He kissed his way down her neck; her head rolled back and she moaned with desire. His lips left her skin just long enough for her shirt to fall to the ground. He moved down to her full breasts and cupped one as he kissed the other. 

She burned with desire for him. Before he caressed her anymore, she pushed him from his knees to his back. She took off his shirt button by button and kissed down his chest to his waist. The shots went quickly off his legs. He gasped as she took his stiff manhood into her mouth. He wanted to explode with the pleasure she sent from his head to his toes. He wished he could feel like this forever, but he knew if he let her go he could not contain himself. They switched. She laid on her back as he pulled off her jeans. His mouth ran down her thigh to her spot and she moaned as his tongue ran in circles. She ran her fingers through his hair as he worked. It felt so amazing, but she decided it was time for more. 

Drawing his face up to hers, she told him to enter her. Carefully, he slid into her gently and started a rhythm. She moaned loudly as he penetrated her deeply over and over. Soon their lovemaking became a wave of pleasure that washed over her again and again. He yearned to be deep inside her and gave every thrust with a passion her had not felt before. After a time he withdrew and motioned for her to flip over. She rose to all fours and stretched out- shooting him a wanting look over her shoulder. Her body looked amazing to him; her hips drawn back made a pear shape that framed her behind just right. It drove him wild. He entered her from behind forcefully and they both moaned. He could no longer contain himself and the rhythm grew faster and more passionate. She moaned louder as he went deeper and deeper into her. When he could no longer contain himself he tensed up and came hard inside her. She felt his cum inside of her and gasped at the sensation. Collapsing on her back, he breathed heavily and kissed her neck. She turned and kissed him sweetly.

The sky thundered. The storm had moved in from the west and soon they could hear the pitter-patter of rain on the leaves. They jumped up and put on their clothes as quickly as they could. He pulled up the blanket and they ran out of the woods. When they reached the field the sky let loose on them. It became hard to see ten feet away. They held hands and ran through the field as quick as they could. It did not take long to reach the car. They piled inside where they shared a long rain-soaked kiss.

-She always kept that blanket. 



The Storm



John was older than Lisa by a few years - he'd been in the Navy for 8 years before returning for school. He was 27, she was 20. She had a great figure, large breasts, small waist, nice hips - a 38, 28, 38, just what John liked. He worked out and had a muscular chest and great legs, just what Lisa liked. They were both sophomores at the University and lived on the same floor. Although they had separate rooms, Lisa spent nearly every night in John's room.

One Saturday morning he invited her to go with him to his parents' farm. "Bring your suit," he added. "We have a pond."

Lisa expected something like you'd see on TV, a large farmhouse and lots of animals. What she found was nothing like it.

"We don't live on the farm," John laughed. "Mom and dad have a house in town. We just have all this land. We lease it out to a farmer down the road, and he uses it to raise hay for his cows. He won't be here today," he added. "The hay's already been harvested."

Lisa still felt a little self-conscious as they walked down to the pond. John could tell she wasn't ready for skinny-dipping, so he left his trunks on and waded out until he could swim. Lisa had her one-piece on under her clothes, so she stripped and followed him into the water.

There was a raft out in the middle of the pond. They swam out to it and John helped Lisa climb up on it.

"I've seen these on TV," Lisa laughed, "but I've never been on one before,"

John moved close to hold her in his arms and kissed her. The unusual motion under her feet made her unsteady, so she clung to his shoulders as his hands caressed her ribs and cupped her ass, pulling her close.

He carefully pulled her down on the raft, nibbling on her ears, licking at her neck. She gasped and moaned. Supporting himself on one arm, he pulled the straps from her shoulders and cupped her breast with one hand as he nuzzled her nipples, one after the other.

Lisa started to struggle. "Not out here!" she gasped, pulling away from him and tugging her suit back up. "Anyone coming up the drive could see us!"

John swallowed his disappointment. He'd already assured her that no one ever came out here, but he wasn't going to fight her. Instead he turned the moment teasing, pushing her off the raft when she tried to stand up.

The next few moments were a wrestling match in the water as he dove in beside her and grabbed her by the legs, pulling her under. She retaliated by pushing him under as soon as she came up. They played a little while longer then swam to the shore.

"Wait here," he said, and jogged up to the barn.

Lisa wrapped her towel around her waist while she watched him. He had such a cute ass! She hugged herself briefly, happy that he was hers.

She heard a loud motor in the barn, and John came out on a four-wheeler and pulled up beside her. "Come on," he shouted over the noise of the motor. "Let's go for a ride."

She climbed on behind him and clung to his waist. He turned the four-wheeler and took off toward the woods. They rode all through the woods and around the boundary of the property. As Lisa relaxed she started rubbing on John's leg. At one point her hand snuck all the way around so she could stroke his cock. Finally, as they were passing through a wide spot in the path in the woods, John pulled the four-wheeler over.

He pulled Lisa off the four-wheeler and pulled her close, kissing her hard. He pulled her bathing suit down and suckled her nipples roughly. Lisa groaned and arched her back, raising her nipples into his face, inviting him to take more.

Before she realized what had happened he had pulled her suit down over her hips. He turned briefly as he shook the towel out and spread it on the ground, then he turned back and lowered her onto it. He hands and mouth were everywhere, on her breasts, her clit, her mouth. She whimpered at the onslaught.

"Please, John," she whispered, "I need you. I need you inside me."

She wriggled under him, trying to get her hands on his trunks, helping him to pull them down. He entered her in one swift motion, causing her to cry out.

A gentle rain started to fall as he plunged into her again and again. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders so he could fuck her deeper. Suddenly the storm was upon them, rain slashing across them as John pounded away at her pussy. The storm seemed to magnify their arousal, or maybe it was the mere chance of being seen. Maybe it was both. 

They couldn't stop; the pleasure was too intense. This wasn't the simple, gentle lovemaking they'd experienced in the past. This was raw sex; mating of man and woman.

Lightning struck as they came simultaneously, their cries drowned out in the thunder. John's body locked in place, his cock deeper inside Lisa than it had ever been. She thrashed beneath him as she came again and again. 

He fell across her, both of them completely drained. The storm pounded at them, its fury unabated.

"We need to get back to the barn," he told her. She could barely hear him, but she nodded. He pulled her to her feet and helped her get her suit on, then pulled on his trunks. She grabbed the towel and they got on the four-wheeler.

They drove straight into the barn and sat on the four-wheeler for a while, cuddling and watching the storm.

"That was incredible," he said at one point.

She just nodded. It would definitely be a storm she'd never forget.



The Storm



Chapter 1

I rushed through the waning light of the autumn afternoon, having been caught unexpectedly in the biggest thunderstorm of the season. It figures, I think as I hurry through the downpour, holding my coat tightly around my body, the evening I've finally chosen to make that long pilgrimage to confession would turn out this way. Leaves of all colors fall through the saturated air. Italy is beautiful this time of year and I was happy I was attending school here even though I knew it was my last year. I would be going home this spring. Wet and cold, I finally find shelter in the doorway of the church. The sepia toned sunset seems liquid itself, spilling over the ancient building like some ghostly effluvium. As I reach to open the door I realize I'm shivering; I didn't know if it was from the weather or the nervous storm brewing inside me. It had been a long time since my last confession. 

I push the great door open, into the incense rich air, and step inside. Surprisingly for this late in the day, all of the candles are still lit, though services ended hours ago. Wax spills down over the candelabras, some burn brightly in their pools. I remove my hood and shake the rain from my coat as best I can. I was still shivering. It is my nerves I think even though the rain had soaked through my coat. My impulse is to turn and leave, but before I can make that decision a voice speaks.

"I've been waiting for you. I almost thought you weren't going to come". The priest steps from the shadows of an alcove, his robes casting great and varied shadows across the walls, larger than life, larger even than my sins. 

I involuntarily take a step back, and look to the floor. "I've come to confess, Father. I have much to tell you." He chuckles, but there is no gaiety in the sound. It's not the laugh of a man of God, but it's too late for me to leave. He stands before me and places his hand lightly on my cheek. "I have much to cleanse from your soul," he says. His gentle touch is disarming, and I'm stunned when he slaps me across the face and an instant of blinding bright light flashes across my vision. 

He says, "Come with me," as he grips my shoulder.

With stars still dancing in my vision from the cruel slap, I take his hand and follow him deeper into the church away from the eyes of the faithful. My steps are wobbly, and my heart is beating mightily. I've come to be absolved of my sins but at this moment I realize that absolution is not obtained here through forgiveness and silent prayer. 

This priest, this man, is different. I've heard the rumors from other girls in the congregation. Father Jason is said to have requested they join him in private for spiritual counseling. On those nights, for these sessions are said to begin at sundown, wails and cries and moans have been heard from deep within the bowels of the church. I had never believed it myself, in fact the rumors of sounds were amusing in the way that ghost stories often are. But now, dripping wet and walking through the candle light, a new reality is setting in. 

"You want to confess?"

"Yes, Father."

"You wish to tell me of all of your sins, from your earliest memory until this very moment?"

"Yes, Father."

"But you are sinning even as we speak, aren't you?"

"I do not understand, Father."

Another slap strikes my face, on the other cheek. I cry out involuntarily, and Father Jason touches my cheek gently. "I'm sorry, child, but these things are necessary. Your sin is in your thoughts. I know the rumors about me, and I know what you're thinking. We will work tonight to remove those sins from your mind."

I'm shaking more furiously now, even as my body begins to respond to a new sensation altogether, confusion. I feel the unmistakable arousal of my body, but how can that be? This is the darkest place I can imagine, and the thoughts racing through my head are the worst kinds of sins, those of Father Jason, ripping off my clothes and forcing me onto the altar, forcing me to... but that can't be.

He interrupts my racing thoughts. "We'll begin in the confessional. Please remove your coat and your sweater." 

We are deep under the church now, a place I have never been before. I quickly look around, the darkness is deep. The only light is coming from a lone candle burning from within the confessional. I am a little frightened. 

"But Father, under my sweater is only..."

Another slap and I shiver and do as I'm told. What I was going to tell him is that under my sweater is only a t-shirt. It's partially wet, and my nipples are plainly visible. I usually never wear a bra. Shame courses through me and I reflexively cover up. 

"That is not necessary, child. If you cover up, you are covering your sins from me. Now, into the confessional..."

I follow him towards the ominous wooden confessional. What else am I going to do? A man of God should not have this sort of control over me, and yet there I am, prepared to follow him to the very gates of Hell if need be. It's not my soul that he cares about, after all, that much has become clear. And yet somehow that has ceased to matter.

He turns to face me in the dim light coming from the confessional. His eyes are dark and yet they reflect and seem to amplify the candlelight around him. There is something very nearly supernatural about it, a power lurking just beneath the surface of his retinas. He takes my face, cups it in his hands, and says in a near-whisper. "Are you prepared to begin this journey towards salvation?"

"Yes, Father."

"Will you follow my every instruction, obey my every order?"

"Yes, Father."

"Even if your mind tells you to say no, your soul will do as I say?"

"Yes, Father."

"Very good, my child, we will save you yet. I am going to enter my side of the confessional, and close the door. After I've entered, you are to disrobe completely, and step inside. Do you understand why you must be naked?"

I hesitate and finally say, "I don't understand, Father." He raises his hand to strike me again but I cower. He lowers his hand and smiles that same smile as before, a combination of mirth and malice. "Why my child, you must bare yourself before me, bare your body and soul."

Then he turns and without another word encloses himself in the confessional. Shivering uncontrollably, I do exactly as he says and remove my clothes, leaving them in a wet pile on the floor. The air on my bare skin is surprisingly warm, and damp. I was cold a moment ago, but now that I've exposed myself it's as though the very cathedral itself has warmed. That is of course impossible, and I shake the thought from my mind.

The door to my side of the confessional opens easily, and with a slight creak. The interior is larger than I expected, and the seat has armrests and a high back. The lone candle lights it well.

"Close the door, child, and be seated."

"Yes, Father."

I close the door and it locks in place. With a sudden surge of terror I realize that it's locked from the outside. Father Jason has brought me into a trap, a windowless coffin of a confessional to which he alone must hold the key to my escape. What kind of a confessional is this?

I force myself to sit, and instantly feel that the wood of the seat is rough and splintered. The tender flesh of my buttocks feel very nearly seared, and I let out a gasp.

"Yes," says the voice from the other side of the partition, "The seat is of rough-hewn wood, Cedar, it has a pleasing scent and rough qualities. You will not be comfortable sitting on it for long, so we should get started."

"Yes, Father."

"Place your arms on the arm rests."

"Yes, Father."

The moment I do as I'm told, two cold metal clamps snap shut over my wrists. I cry out involuntarily and struggle to free my hands. As I move in the seat a splinter pierces my left buttock, and I feel a small trickle of blood.

"Father, please! What are you doing? I've done everything you've told me and already you're punishing me! Please, let me go, I don't want to do this anymore!"

A sigh from behind the screen, almost resigned. "My child, you should know better than to ask for freedom from your sins. That outburst cannot go unpunished. Do you understand? Now, place your feet on the rests by each leg." 

As I do, metal clamps close around each ankle and holds my legs tightly and spreads them open. My body is electric, his words searing into my flesh just as surely as they register in my ears. Even as I realize the desperation of my situation, my body reacts as it did a few minutes ago, when he struck me. Each splinter piercing my ass cheeks, the stinging of the metal clamps, sends waves of terror through my body that strangely becomes arousal, excitement and even more strangely, desire. I am fully aware of my situation now, how I must appear to him. 

I feel the unmistakable feeling of my sex growing warm and moistening. Over my own scared breaths in my terror, I can even feel my flower beginning to swell and spread open. I thought this was impossible to have this kind of heightened sexual arousal with no lover caressing me. 

I was frightened and deeply ashamed to be sitting there exposed to him with my body reacting the way it was. Guys have always told me I had a very sexy tight slim body with my small perky breasts, flat stomach and freshly shaved hairless mound, I had just shaved that morning. I was so exposed and feeling like a slut sitting before him.

"F-Father, what are you going to do?"

"Child, I am sorry to tell you that this confessional is modeled after one that was designed during the Spanish Inquisition. It served a dual purpose: a true confessional, and also a chamber in which suspected witches were interrogated, often with exceedingly harsh methods and devices, many of which I have improved upon."

Oh my God, I think to myself. I am now more afraid than ever and start tugging against the wrist and leg straps.

"I have a series of levers on my side, which I can use to activate various, shall I say, features of the confessional. For example, this lever here..."

I hear the creaking of a lever being pulled, and the center of my seat slides open (dragging yet more splinters across my ass) and I stop my struggles.

"I have just opened what was known as the Witches' Chamber. In the slit between your legs is a wheel, and on that wheel are attached various devices that I can use to probe you. For example..."

Another lever is pulled, and I scream in shock as a cold metal ball, the size of a tennis ball, is placed against my swelling moist lips. I try to fight its entry by squeezing my legs together but to no avail and while I am screaming and fighting its entry, pressure is exerted and it is slowly pushed into me and stops just as it gains its entry and my pussy surrounds it. The entry hurt but with it held still, I felt the cold fullness of it. 

I was now more ashamed than ever and started crying when Father Jason stated, "Now, my child, tell me the first of your sins."

Again I hesitated answering and tried to lift myself up and away from this invasion as I felt the ball being pushed deeper into me. Again he stated louder now, "Now tell me of your sins!"

I sank back down as the lever was being pulled back and forth causing the ball to move back and forth inside me. I was trying to fight back and bit my tongue to keep from replying but the quick movement of the ball inside me overwhelmed my thoughts and I heard this voice spilling words as my body raced ahead in ecstasy.  The ball coursed back and forth inside me through several orgasms as I blabbered on.  Finally there was a pause and as I gathered strength, I heard this voice say, "Tell me more my child."

I was drained emotionally and physically and hesitated answering when the ball began to vibrate. It was not a slow or shallow vibration, but a fast hard one. It shook my whole body and I went into an instant orgasm. This was intense and sheer torture to me. After several more orgasms I screamed for him to stop I couldn't take any more.  The vibration of the ball stopped but it seemed like my insides kept vibrating and I orgasmed again. 

"Tell me more child," was the reply I heard. 

I no longer held back, I spilled everything whether it was a sin or not. I covered every aspect of my life from the earliest memories of my childhood to the guys I had slept with, the indecent thoughts I had ever had and even those thoughts I might have in the future. I was an open book. He knew everything about me. Hell, he probably knew how much I had in my bank accounts. I talked for hours, never pausing. I spilled my entire life. 

It was only after I had spilled my guts that I realized that the confessional was quiet and the ball had been removed from me. The opening under my butt had been closed and I was once again sitting on the hard board. The silence was deafening. 

I suddenly became afraid.  I sat still listening, there was nothing but silence. My body began to awaken and started to shiver. It was like it was going into shock at being abused but it might have been hypothermia, I had been drenched with sweat. My teeth were chattering. Suddenly the silence was shattered. His voice spoke. 

"My child, you have told me of your sins, now you must do these things. Remember, you must follow my every instruction, obey my every order."

"Yes Father." I was powerless now in his total control.

"First you must drink this; it will cleanse your body. You must drink it every morning."

He gave me a small glass of some dark liquid which I quickly drank. It wasn't bad, tasted like vinegar. 

"Second, you must no longer use any type of birth control and give up all of your sexual relationships." 

"Third, you will come to confession every evening"

"Yes Father." He droned on and on with me saying "Yes Father," to each of his demands. I wondered if I would remember them there were so many and at some point I dosed off. When I awoke, I found myself at home in my bed wondering if I had had some sort of strange dream. 

I needed to go pee and looked at the clock as I got up to go to the bathroom. It was 2 AM and besides having to go pee, I had a slight headache. I also was a little sore, more than a little sore I discovered as I tried to walk. My hand went there and I discovered a harsh tenderness. The dream I thought as I flicked on the bathroom light and discovered myself in the mirror. I looked and felt terrible. After peeing, I climbed into the shower and turned on the hot water and let it cascade over my slim body. It felt good and I thought back to the evening. 

I went to confession I thought. What happened, how did I get home? I don't remember anything. I do remember going to confession but nothing after that. Strange I thought as I washed and turned off the water. I must have had a good time at one of the clubs I frequent after classes and had been picked up by one of the guys I usually meet with and he went home early. Yes that must be why I am a little sore down there. We must have had a little rough sex I thought as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. 

It was all there for me to see in my reflection and feel, the redness, the scratches on my buttocks, the soreness of my pussy. Yes I thought as I admired my body, my perfect body. It was why I was so popular and had no trouble finding someone to sleep with. At 23, I was a 5 foot 4 inch blue eyed blond with what all the guys said was the perfect body. 105 lbs wringing wet, slim, petit ready to eat was what the guys said and I loved that part, the oral sex. I could be driven totally wild with that. 

I reached out to turn off the light and head back to bed when absentmindedly I reached for the medicine cabinet door and opened it. I was looking directly at my birth control pills when I reached in and took out the 3 month supply that I had just started and opened each package and flushed the contents down the toilet. The packages went into the trash. I turned out the light and headed to bed giving no thought to what I had done. 

I slept soundly and awaken at 7 AM got up and headed to the kitchen. There on the counter was a small glass of dark liquid that I drank without any thought as I turned and went back to my bedroom to dress for class. 

The weeks went by fast, the dark liquid absentmindedly taken each morning and each evening when I showed up for confession. There was a slight change in my diet like no more coffee, tea, no alcohol; l stopped going to the clubs after classes, gave up my social life so to speak as I told everyone I was under doctor's orders to change my lifestyle.  When asked about it I just said it wasn't any business of theirs and that stopped the questions. I sort of withdrew into myself.  Every evening I was back at church for confessions. Each time, it was the same confessional with Father Jason and each time I didn't remember what took place. After each confession I would wake up at home tired but no longer having any soreness or anything like that. I did notice a rosier healthier color to my skin and after a good night's sleep I felt more invigorated than ever. My period started the Sunday of the 4th week and it had been a mess when I awoke in bed. I no longer used tampons and had bled on the sheets. I grimaced as I cleaned up but nothing really registered with me at the time other than I felt more alive than ever. 

It had now been 5 weeks since that first confession and tonight again being late Sunday evening as I was happily standing outside the confessional removing my clothes; Father Jason stood before me and watched. As I removed my panties, he handed me a white robe and told me to put it on. 

"My child, there would be no further need of the confessional, you will follow me." 

"Yes Father," I replied without question. I no longer questioned anything.

He took my hand and led me deeper into the church stopping at a large old door that he opened with a key. It hid a staircase that led deeper into the bowels of the church, the catacombs.



The Storm



Pam looked out the window of her office at the darkening sky. Even though it's early November in Texas, looks like a thunderstorm is building to the west. Hopefully she'll be able to get home before it hits. She checks her voice mail one more time as she shuts down the computer. Tim had told her last night that if his meetings ended early enough he would try to catch an earlier flight home. If he did, he'd leave her a message; otherwise he was going to dinner with some co-workers and he'd call later tonight when he got back to his hotel room. Both her work and personal voice mail boxes were empty. Her screen went dark as she grabbed her purse, flipping off the light as she left her office, sending it into darkness as well, and headed to the parking garage.

He glanced left and right before opening the patio door just a few inches and waited. When there was no beeping, he pulled it opened and stepped quickly inside. Just as he had observed before, she failed to set the alarm, feeling safe in this upper middle class suburb. He noticed the gust of wind outside, blowing leaves across the patio and a flash of lightning off in the distance. He turned away in search of the things he would need.

Pam was moving slowly in the heavy traffic, 10 minutes from home. The commute had taken the normal 45 minutes to this point. Her lights were needed from a combination of the approaching storm and the early fall switch away from Daylight Savings Time. Classic R&B was playing on the satellite radio channel when the foreboding skies opened and rain began to pelt down. Streaks of lightning filled the sky and thunder shook the car. 10 minutes turned into another half hour.

He entered the bedroom, the king size bed was neatly made, the brass headboard framing the mattress covered with a mauve comforter. He dared not turn a light on but made his way to the dresser. He pulled open a drawer and rummaged through her lingerie, pulling two stockings from the assortment. If she didn't cooperate he might need a gag so he also grabbed a pair of lace panties as well. He went to put them in his pants, but not before putting them to his face, inhaling what he hoped to be her scent, then stuffing them into a pocket. She hadn't gotten home yet and already he was hard.

It wasn't until the garage door failed to open that Pam noticed how dark the house and neighborhood were. The storm must have knocked the power out. She parked as close to the door as possible before jumping out of the car. Her pop-up umbrella was little match for the strong winds and she was pretty much soaked by the time she got the key into the door and pushed it open and stepped inside, brushing the water from her hair and clothes.

From his vantage point he could not see the door but heard it open. She came into view as she walked in the entry foyer. After shaking her hair out, she walked towards the kitchen. Once again she was out of his view but he heard a door open. Shortly after that faint light came from the kitchen gradually becoming brighter. Once again she was in view, walking towards the master bedroom carrying two lit candles. He held his breath as she walked past his hiding spot and into the bedroom.

Pam set one candle down on the nightstand and carried the other to the bathroom. The storm outside sounded as if it had relaxed into a steady rain. Her hair already damp, she turned the shower on. Before undressing she picks up the candle and heads out of the bathroom.

He hears the water come on in the bathroom and is about to step from his vantage point when he hears her heels click across the hardwood floor and he quickly moves back. She is headed back to the kitchen. He watches as she moves away from him. Her short skirt hugs her tight ass, the dampness only serving to make it tighter against her. It was her ass that first got his attention. He wondered if the people where she worked thought she dressed a little too sexy for the workplace. He can hear glass clinking in the distance.

Pam pours a glass of red wine into the goblet and heads back towards the bedroom. She wonders how long the power may be off and if she should call the utility company. She usually lets Tim make all those decisions. Their probably receiving a ton of calls and she decides to wait a while and see what happens. She heads back into the bathroom and begins to undress, taking a sip of wine after dropping her blouse to the floor. Another sip when her skirt joins the blouse. Her panties soon follow suit and finally she removes her bra. She looks into the mirror, even with the faint light she can see the indentations of her bra on her skin. She rubs her breasts and sides to ease the marks. It feels good to her and her nipples stiffen, not entirely from the cool air.

He waits until he is sure she is in the shower before moving stealth like to the master bedroom entrance. He carefully peers around the door and can see most of the master bath reflected in the closet mirror. The shower has no door. It is long and wide with a walk-in opening at one end and a wall of clear glass blocks. This is the first house he had ever seen this in. The outline of her body is obvious through the glass blocks. Her movements are graceful and erotic to him as she clearly soaps her breasts, stomach, and lower. Once more he is painfully aware of his erection begging for release. It's funny, now that the moment is so close, he's not sure when to make the move. The water turns off and his reflex is to once again conceal himself. 

Pam stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel and dried herself. She towel dries her hair before wiping the steam induced fog from the mirror. She sees a very aroused woman looking back at her. She had trimmed her pussy while in the shower which led to some nice feelings between her legs. She allowed her fingers to slide back and forth through her rapidly moistening folds and across her suddenly erect clit. She stopped just short of climax, deciding to continue her masturbation in bed with her favorite vibe to aid her exploration. She walked to the closet and pulled on a pajama top, then over to the dresser and opened her drawer and slipped into a very brief pair of string bikini panties. Had she been a neat organized person she might have noticed someone had been in the drawer before her. As it was, she noticed nothing amiss, shuts the drawer back, picks up her nearly empty wine glass and heads back to the kitchen for a refill.

He watches her walk to the kitchen, the need growing inside him. Her pajama top barely reaches her waist. Her panties allow much of her bare ass to sear into his pupils, confirming what his memory already contained. The material disappearing into the crevice between her legs as she moves away, the crevice that he would soon occupy. He hears the glass once more, then she reappears, the wine glass once more full. She moves towards the bedroom. Her nipples are clearly evident beneath the material. They call for him to suckle them between his lips. Her prominent mound protrudes from the brief material of her panties, her lips begging him to be buried between them. It's time.

The goblet explodes into hundreds of pieces across the hardwood floor. Pam feels the wetness of the wine as it runs between her toes. Two hands grab her arms forcibly and spin her around until she stares into his face. His eyes are filled with power, and lust.

He stares back at Pam. Her eyes are filled with shock, recognition, and maybe just a bit of resignation. He speaks first.

"Do as I say and I won't hurt you."

"What do you want? I'll show you where my purse and jewelry are."

"This is no robbery, bitch." he says as she struggles within his grip, causing the top button of her pajama top to come free, allowing it to gap open and expose her left breast.

"What do you want then?"

He smiles a menacing grin and releases one arm. He moves his hand forward and slowly circles her exposed nipple. Despite her surprise, her body responds and the nipple grows erect. His grin widens.

To late, she jerks away from his finger, "My husband will be home any moment."

"Don't lie to me slut."

He takes her by the arm and leads her towards the bedroom.

"Watch the glass."

"Aren't you the fucking gentleman?"

"I will be shortly, whore."

He walks her to the bed and pulls her up on it and places her on her knees facing the headboard. She struggles but his grip on her arms is too tight. He moves behind her, his hands move up her arms, across her shoulders, and inch nearer and nearer to her neck. Suddenly he grabs her pajama top and rips it from her body, buttons flying to the hardwood. He throws the tattered cloth to the floor as well. He stares up and down her nearly nude form. His erection throbs in his pants. The sensations of power and control are overwhelming.

"Put your hands together in front of you."

Pam does as he asks and watches as he pulls stockings out of his pocket. He swiftly binds her wrists together with the stockings then ties the other end to the headboard, securing her to the bed. She twists and pulls at the binding but is unable to gain her freedom. Next the panties come out of the pocket. He starts to place them in her mouth and she turns away.

"I won't scream"

"Good, I've got something better to stick in your mouth anyway."

"Asshole"

"Dirty talker, I love it."

He dips his head down and sucks a nipple between his lips then swirls his tongue around it. Her body betrays her, the nipple stiffens once again in his mouth. He licks it once more then allows it to slide from his mouth. He gets off the bed and removes his clothes. Pam turns her head and watches in silence. He slides his pants down and his erection pops free. Pam is not sure that it's not the hardest cock she has ever seen. It's standing straight up against his stomach, the head already slick with his pre-cum juices. An involuntary shudder travels through her body as he climbs back on the bed. He takes Pam's hands and moves her forward so that, though still bound, they can grip the headboard for balance. He then stands beside her on the bed, using the headboard to steady himself. His crotch basically level with Pam's face.

"Suck me slut."

Resigned to her fate, Pam turns her head as he holds his cock in his hand. She looks up at his face as he grins down on her. Her mouth opens and she slides his cock between her surprisingly active lips and tongue. 

"Oh yeah, bitch, this is not your first rodeo. Bet you were sucking off half the football team behind the gym in high school."

Pam let his cock slip from her mouth and, to his surprise, began to lick and suck his balls.

"Shit baby. How much you charge for that, whore?"

Pam grabbed his cock and began to stroke him while continuing to tongue his balls. She could feel the slickness on the head of his cock as it moves between her fingers. Suddenly he pulls away from her, laughing.

"No, no, no Baby. You don't think I did all this for a hand job. Happy endings are for those married jerks who cheat on their wives with breast augmented 'massage therapists.' Whores like you deliver 'full service'"

With that he moves behind Pam, his hand caressing her ass.

"Don't think we need these anymore."

Pam feels and hears the panties being torn off her. His hand returns against her bare skin. Stroking ever expanding circles, her skin hot to his touch. He finally reaches down between her legs. Pam has been dreading this moment. She feels his fingers across her.

"Damn slut, guess I don't need the lube I brought. You are dripping. I got to taste that sweet, wet pussy."

He lays down on the bed and slides his head beneath her, between her legs. Pam moans and moves her ass as he blows cool air across her wet lips. His tongue swipes across her opening next causing her to groan out loud. He begins a series of light kisses up and down her pussy. Despite the situation Pam feels an orgasm building in her loins. He senses it as well and pulls his mouth away from her pussy and waits. Without shame, Pam pushes her pussy back against his mouth.

"That's a good whore."

He buries his tongue into her pussy and lashes it across her clit, flicking it again and again.

Pam's climax starts deep within her womb, as spasm after spasm reverberates through her body. Her body twists in pleasure as his tongue continues to worm through her pussy before he slides out behind her and raises to his knees as the last remnants of her orgasm send still more shivers through her. She jerks as his tongue is on her once more, sliding down her crack and over her anus. The sensations are overwhelming as she has never experienced this before. Pam squirms against this lewd assault, secretly enjoying the new sensation before his tongue is suddenly gone. He moves against her and his cock is where his tongue had just been, against her most private area. He feels Pam tense up.

" Don't worry slut. Not this time. I want to sink my hard dick into that molten lava spewing pussy of yours."

With that Pam feels his dick slide an inch or two further down and rest against her soaked lips. Once again he hesitates and again without shame, Pam pushes back and impales herself on his hard cock. He grabs both sides of her hips and begins to fuck her with a force that surprises both of them. He knows he won't last long and pounds away at her. The headboard crashes against wall again and again. Pam's pussy can't wait and she is coming, again and again. He feels the walls of her pussy attacking, squeezing, milking the hot cum from his soul. He cries out and shoots copious amounts into her pussy as she continues to cry out in climax.

His softening dick slips from Pam's gushing pussy. Her breath still coming in short gasps. He moves up and unties her hands. She lays out across the bed, her eyes finally coming up to meet his. 

"Tim, you know that was an expensive wine glass, a silk pajama top, and $30 pair of panties don't you? I have to admit you threw in some nice wrinkles."

Tim grins sheepishly as Pam rolls over and takes his cock in her hand and begins to slowly stroke him back to hardness.

"I do have a few questions for you. How do you know about 'breast augmented happy ending therapists'? What's full service? And finally.." as she moved a finger down his balls and into his crack, "Next month is my turn." Her finger slides into his ass, "Do you know where I can buy a strap-on?"

Tim laughs, and squirms, uncomfortably. 

"Your kidding, aren't you Baby?"



The Storm



(Sis discovers a unique therapy to overcome her fear of storms)

*

From early childhood until the present my twenty year old sister Katie, who is one year older than me, has had an unrealistic, uncontrollable, and in my opinion, an unhealthy fear of thunderstorms. The slightest sound of distant thunder in the night, or a glimpse of faraway lightening, sends her scurrying to jump into bed with mom and dad for them to provide her safety and security. If a storm hits in the daytime she seeks out family, friends, coworkers, or even strangers to hang out with until the real, or imagined danger passes. Years ago mom talked to a therapist friend of hers who advised that as children grow older they normally overcame their childhood fears. She suggested that mom and dad should give it some time; she was sure that Katie would come to realize that her fears were unfounded. She never has.

Mom and dad left this morning to visit her parents who live about seventy miles away and would be returning sometime late in the evening. Katie had volunteered to cook dinner for the two of us and I did not put up much of an argument. While she was busy in the kitchen, I was relaxing in dad's recliner, reading the latest Patterson novel. The television was on, but the volume was turned down low. I barely heard the familiar beep-beep-beep sound, warning viewers of the potential for severe weather. 

The local station had interrupted regular network programming to give details about a massive thunderstorm system moving across the state. The meteorologist warned of strong damaging winds, localized flooding in low lying areas and lightening strikes, with the formation of tornados being a possibility. The warning would be in effect for the next twelve hours. Viewers were advised to remain tuned in for updated information. The anchor ran through the standard instructions for actions to take if the anticipated storms hit in your vicinity. The local radar was scanning a radius of one hundred miles and tracking the storms speed as it moved movement from west to east.

Katie came rushing in from the kitchen yelling, "What's going on Stevie? I heard one of those weather alerts."

I said, "It's really nothing sis, I'll listen and let you know what they're saying, you can go ahead and finish dinner."

She ignored me and pulled a chair closer to the television. I continued to tell her that it was nothing for her to get all alarmed about. She said, "Shut up Stevie, I want to hear this."

My cell phone began ringing and I knew before I picked it up that it was either mom or dad. I looked at the ID screen and said, "Hey dad!"

"How is everything there? Have you heard the weather warnings?" He asked.

I replied, "Yeah dad, I saw the weather alerts, but everything is quiet here. I think we are on the outer edge of the storm system and it is really not tracking in our direction."

Katie gave me a hard look and asked, "Do you feel your nose growing?"

He said, "Oh, Katie is in the room with you, right."

I said, "Yes sir, we're watching the weather report right now."

Dad said, "It's pretty bad here; trees and power lines down, limbs all over the place, and flooding in some places. We'll spend the night here; hopefully this will pass through quickly."

I replied, "No need to take any chances dad, like I said everything is quiet her, but I'll keep you posted, OK."

Dad replied, "You do that, and try to keep Katie's mind occupied. You know how she gets when there's a bad storm."

I said, "I know, I'll take care of things. I'll be in touch. Say hi to gramps and nana for us, goodbye."

Dad said, "I know you will Stevie"

Katie had gone into the kitchen and returned with a TV tray, she said, "Dinners ready, I'm eating in here so I can keep an eye on what's happening with the weather."

I said, "You should eat at the table with me: all that's going to do is keep you upset."

She responded, "Asshole If you'd been watching the live shots from other towns across the state, you'd be upset too. The area where mom and dad are now is taking a real beating."

I said, "Dad told me that, but he said all of them are fine and that they have moved to the basement as a precaution. Maybe you should give mom a call."

She said, "I'll talk to her, gramps and nana in a little while"

I returned to my book and recliner; Katie sat across the room from me fixated on the TV screen. About every fifteen minutes she would walk over to the window and stare out into the darkness and then return to her radar tracking vigil. At nine-thirty she called mom and talked to her and then nana for a few minutes. They assured her that everything was fine there and that the storm might be losing some of its punch, or moving on. They had returned to the main floor of the house. 

At around ten-fifteen I called dad's cell phone and told him that Katie was keeping a close eye on the storms intensity and movement. I told him that there was some light rain falling outside, but no wind, thunder or lightening. For Katie's benefit, I repeated my earlier comment that we were not going to get much out of this storm system. I talked to gramps for a few minutes, told him that Katie and I would be over for a visit in a few days. Dad returned to the phone and I told him I would not call again tonight. He reminded me to try to occupy Katie's mind with something other than the storm. I assured him that I would. 

Sis gave me her hardest stare and said, "If there is such thing as a lying contest you should enter; you'd win hands down. Nobody watching all of this damage and destruction could be fine. It's fortunately there hasn't been fatalities reported." 

She walked toward the window again and as she passed me she grabbed my ear lobe and gave it a yank. She headed back toward the television but stopped abruptly, turned to me and said, "I'm going to go to bed now Stevie. I'll put on my headphones, turn on some music, put a pillow over my head and hopefully when the storm gets here I'll sleep right through it."

I said, "Good idea sis, you do that, but I don't think the storm is going to amount to much here. You'll be just fine. I'm going to read a few more minutes and turn in myself"

She yanked on my hair, planted a kiss on top of my head and said, "Stevie you are so full of shit."

I responded, "Goodnight sis, I'll see you in the morning, love you!"

Katie said, "Love you too baby brother. Goodnight."

I said, "If it does get bad later just yell, we'll go down to the basement and ride it out there."

At eleven-thirty I took a last look outside and saw that the rain was much heavier and the wind had picked up significantly. I heard the distant roll of thunder and saw lightening flashes several miles away. I climbed the stairs, looked in to check on Katie and saw that she did indeed have a pillow over her head. I thought she was sleeping, so I quietly moved down the hallway to my bedroom, stripped and crawled into bed. 

I was jolted awake by an elbow being plunged into my back. I turned my head and saw my sister lying on her back beside me with a blanket pulled tightly around her chin. She said, "You're snoring like a damn bear while the house is blowing away." 

"You scared the she out of me sis!" I said

She replied, "Good, this storm is scaring the shit out of me. Can't you hear how bad it is out there?"

I said, "Yeah, It's getting worse, maybe we should go down to the basement."

She said, "No way, we're going to stay right here so I can hear what's happening and see out the windows. I wouldn't be able to hear anything in the basement."

I said, "Well, it might be better if you couldn't see and hear it."

She responded, "No it wouldn't," as she pushed her hip against my butt."

She asked, "When did you start sleeping in the raw?"

"What?" I asked.

She said, "I feel your hairy ass against my leg."

I replied, "When I started jerking off; if you really want to know."

She giggled nervously and said, "I guess that makes some sense, I'm not sure."

I said, "It's a freedom issue. Where else can you go completely naked for seven or eight hours? You should try it, not the jerking off, the sleeping nude."

She said, "I've slept nude before asshole, but I was in bed with a naked guy at the time; A much better reason than your freedom bullshit."

I responded, "Well you should give it a try when you don't have any real reason. It's primitive, liberating."

She said, "Guys happen to like my sexy lingerie, turns them on when they get to remove it!"

She began to wiggle under the covers and I knew that she was removing her panties and gown. 

Another nervous giggled and she said, "It's going to be real strange when they find our naked bodies tomorrow amongst all the rubble; that'll give our neighbors a lot to talk about."

At that moment a tremendous clap of thunder rolled across the sky followed by several streaks of mean looking lightening. Katie's body shuttered as she grabbed my arm and whispered, "That was a strike, and it was close. I need you to turn over and put your arm around me Stevie, that's what mom and dad would do if they were here"

"Not a good idea sis." I said.

She yelled, "Not a good idea my ass, I'm doing everything I can to keep from having a full blown panic attack here. The last damn thing I'm worried about is that we're in bed together naked. Just remember, I know what you're really scared of, spiders. Tomorrow I'll find the biggest one I can and shove it down your fucking pants."

I said, "Hey, don't threaten me with the spider thing, spider bites kill people."

"Asshole, tornados kill a hell of lot more people than spiders do." She replied.

There was another tremendous roll of thunder and the room brightened from what seemed to be a half minute long flash of lightening. I rolled over on my side facing her and she pulled my arm across her bare breast. I tried to keep my stiff cock from touching her but she pushed herself against my body. 

She said, "Fuck Stevie, how can you have a boner when we may have just minutes to live?"

I responded, "It's a guy thing sis, it just happens sometimes when were sleeping. I'd think you'd know about that."

She said, "I know about it, but hell, not in the middle of a tornado."

I said, "It's a bad storm sis, not a tornado."

She replied, "Whatever."

I said, "I think my cock stands erect and on guard at night to protect the rest of my body, especially my balls. Got to take care of the family jewels, you know?"

"Well my pussy isn't think of anything but itself. " She replied. 

I laughed out loud and said, "Hey that was real funny sis."

She said, "Kiss my ass Stevie!"

I said, "I'm going to have to move my arm for a minute sis, it's going to sleep."

She said, "No don't move it, I'll rub on it to get the circulation going."

As she rubbed my arm it slid back and forth across her breasts and I felt her nipples becoming hard against my skin.

She said, "Shit I can't believe it, this is so weird! My nipples are hard and my pussy is wet; I'm getting turned on by my baby brother in the middle of a tornado."

I only did what you asked, and it's a storm, not a tornado." I said.

She said, "Maybe we could lay her and masturbate, that would be alright, wouldn't be anything wrong about that, would there Stevie?"

I rolled onto my back, grabbed my cock and said, "I think it's a great idea sis."

I could feel Katie's movements, and heard her moaning as she rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy.

I said, "Sounds like you're really wet sis."

She moaned a response, "And you jerking on your cock is making me hotter; I can smell your cock! Do you smell my pussy Stevie?"

I said, "Yeah, the smells causing my cock to get even harder!"

She said, "Stevie maybe you could play with my tits while I masturbate."

I rolled onto my side and squeezed one nipple and began licking and sucking the other. Her hand found my cock and began to gently stroke it. "Stevie are we really going to do this?" She asked.

I said, "I was told to keep you occupied and not let you think about the storm; I can't think of a better, or more enjoyable way of doing that."

Katie began to kick the blanket toward the foot of the bed. She slid my hand down across her belly and placed it between her legs. She was right, her pussy was soaking wet and I slid my middle finger inside her. She arched her hips and tightened her grip on my throbbing cock.

She moaned, "Put you're fingers in my mouth Stevie," when I did she started sucking her pussy juices from my fingers. She slid her free hand down to her clit and began massaging gently and pushing her fingers into her pussy, as she stroked my cock with the other hand. 

She moved her hand to my face and said, "Does my pussy smell good? Suck the juices off Stevie." 

She pushed me over onto my back, and kissed me passionately, putting her tongue deep into my mouth. I returned her kisses and moved my tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth. I squeezed and rolled her nipples as she continued to pump my cock. She quickly slid up on top of me, straddling my face, placing her dripping pussy on my on my mouth. She grabbed my hair pulling my head into her and moaned, "Eat my pussy Stevie!"

I reached up and massaged her firm breast as I plunged my tongue into her pussy; she began sliding against my face, rubbing her clit on my nose. I took it between my lips and as I sucked I rapidly flicked my tongue across its tip. Breathing heavily she groaned, "I wish you could put your cock in me while you're sucking on my clit."

It was impossible for me to respond; I was struggling to get oxygen into my lungs, but there was no way I was going to stop sucking and licking her.

Breathing heavily she moaned, "I want to suck your cock while you eat my pussy, and moved her body into a sixty-nine position."

She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and stroked as she licked and sucked on the head. She moaned, Oh God, you're cock taste so good baby."

The scent from her pussy and ass was driving me crazy. I resumed my clit sucking; she moaned and took in a deep breathe as I shoved my thumb into her pussy. I rubbed my forefinger at the opening of her tight asshole and slowly began to push it inside of her. She moaned, "Oh shit that hurts baby, but don't stop!"

My finger penetrated a couple of inches and I could feel it rubbing against my thumb which was planted as deep as possible inside her steaming hot pussy. She stopped massaging and sucking my cock and yelled, "Yeah baby, keep on doing what you're doing, it's making me so fucking hot! It feels so good! You're going to make me cum!"

I increased the speed and force of my sucking and Katie was furiously rocking back and forth on my face. She gave a hard shove and my finger plunged as far into her asshole as it would go. 

She started yelling, "Oh, God yes baby, do that, right there! Suck harder baby! I going to cum, now baby!" Her body was shaking and her legs were trembling with each wave of convulsions that engulfed her entire body. 

Moaning and gasping for air, she gave my cock a kiss and crawled up on top of me and started licking her pussy juices off of my face and asked, "Did my pussy taste good Stevie?" 

As I gently rubbed her back I said, "It tasted great to me sis, how does it taste to you?"

"Sweet as honey Stevie." and added, "That's the first time I've let anyone near my ass. It felt so good. Made me cum hard! I never imagined I would enjoy having anything shoved up my ass, but I loved it!" 

You were really in to it, "I said.

"Now I need you're hard cock inside my pussy!" She said.

She rolled onto her back and I pushed her legs up toward her head; I shoved my cock into her pussy and she raised her hips to meet me. I began sliding my cock in and out of her as she moaned and raised her head off the pillow so she could watch my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She dug her nails into my shoulders and I began to pump harder and deeper. 

She shouted, "Fuck me like the storm baby! Fuck me hard and deep! 

With each new eruption of thunder and lightening she increased the speed and force of her bucking against my cock as she struggle to suck oxygen into her lungs. 

I was getting a huge charge watching and listening to the intense pleasure my sister was experiencing. Surges of energy and excitement filled my body and mind. I wanted her pleasure to continue and intensify, so I would not permit myself to shoot off. I bit down on my tongue and continued to respond to her screams by fucking her harder and faster. With her feet resting on my shoulders, I reached down and began to squeeze and roll both nipples. 

She continued yelling, "Harder baby, fuck me harder, harder. Oh shit yes, right there!

As I felt her legs close around my head and her body quiver and tremble, I slapped the cheek of her ass over and over. She was yelling, "I'm cumming hard baby, slap my ass hard! Pump your cock in me! Oh shit yes!"

When her body relaxed and heard her breathing returning to normal, I rolled onto the bed beside her, trying to catch my breath.

She smiled at me and groaned, "Stevie, you fuck like a mad man."

"You're pretty fucking wild yourself sis," I replied.

After taking a few minutes to recover, Katie moved down in the bed and took my cock in her hand and began stroking. She smiled up at me and said, "I'm going to suck the cum out of you little brother."

"Do it sis," I moaned.

As she slid my cock in and out of her mouth, another tremendous clash of thunder erupted and flashes of l lightening filled the room. She responded by increasing the force of her sucking. She removed her mouth from my cock, pushed my legs upward, and began to lick and tongue my asshole while furiously jerking on my cock.

I moaned and yelled at her, "I can't take that! You're going to make me cum sis!"

She went back to sucking on my cock and plunged a finger deep into my asshole. I could not stand it any longer and began to shoot my cum into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed as my cock pulsated and jerked with each squirt of cum. 

I moaned, "Suck me dry baby!"

She continued sucking and swallowing until my cock began to soften inside her mouth. I said, "Oh my God sis that was awesome. You really know how to suck a cock!"

"I love the taste of your hot cum Stevie!" She moaned.

She licked and kissed the head of my cock and crawled up next to me in the bed. I rolled over, put my arms around her and began to kiss her much more gently than before. She hugged me and responded to my kisses with her own. We lay there holding each other for the next few minutes, then Katie clicked on the lamp on the nightstand and rolled out of bed. 

I asked, "Are you ready to go to the basement?"

"Don't be silly," She responded, "I have to pee and I'm going downstairs to get something to drink. Want me to bring you something?"

I replied, "No I don't want anything right now." I added, "That's amazing."

She said, "Yeah, we were pretty damned amazing, weren't we?"

I said, "We were, but I was talking about you not being afraid to roam through the house in the middle of this storm." 

She replied, "Yeah, that's even more amazing. I can hardly believe it myself."

I thought about going to check on her after she had been gone for about fifteen minutes, but she walked back into the room before I got out of bed. She was drenched from head to foot.

"Why didn't you dry off when you got out of the shower sis?" I asked.

"I wasn't in the shower Stevie,"She added, "I took went out in the backyard."

I yelled, "Are you nuts?"

She said, "Nope, I just had to check it out to make sure I was right. I had to feel it."

"Feel what?" I asked/

"The storms orgasm;" She replied.

I asked, "The what?" 

She answered, "I had to go outside and feel the storms release of energy up close. The thunder and lightening was like natures massive orgasm; like my own."




The Storm



I replied, "I don't get it."

She asked, "Didn't you feel it Stevie? I've never made love before when there was a storm raging outside. The thunder and lightening made me want you to fuck me harder and deeper. You remember me screaming at you, don't you."

I said, "Yeah, I remember that."

She said, "Nobody has ever done the things you did to me tonight. It was so great. The intensity of our fucking increased as the storms did. I cum so hard my pussy hurt."

I replied, "My cock is a bit on the sore side sis. You were really pounding on it."

She asked, "So you did feel it too, how the storm intensified our fucking, our pleasure?"

I said, "I know how good it felt; I guess the storm was somehow involved."

She said, "I will never fear storms again because of what happened tonight. I embrace them. I feel their rage inside of me."

"That's wonderful sis," I replied "I'm so happy for you to have that behind you."

She said, "You did it Stevie, you fucked the fear of storms out of me." She added, "Well, it was you and the storm together."

I was really happy that Katie had finally overcome her fears, but I jokingly said, "I'm glad I could help you with that sis."

She replied, "And I will always be appreciative baby brother."

"And I hope you will continue to show that appreciation sis." I replied.

She said, "You know mom and dad are going on vacation in a couple of weeks and while they're gone I'll show you how much I appreciate it. We're going to do some serious fucking while they are gone. I hope it storms every night, but it makes no difference, I've internalized the fury of this storm. I can always draw on its rage."

"I can't wait," I responded.

Katie said, "But I'm not through with you tonight. I want you to fuck my ass with that giant cock of yours'. Your finger felt real good, I can just imagine what your cock will do for me."

I responded, "You don't have to imagine sis. I'll gladly show you."

Katie turned off the lamp light and went to the window; opened it and raised the screen. She leaned over and rested her arms on the window sill. I knelt behind her and used my thumbs to pull open the crack of her ass. I put my nose in her asshole and my tongue into her pussy. I rubbed my nose up and down through the crack of her ass and moved my tongue around in her pussy. I licked her asshole, filling it with saliva. She pushed her ass back against my face and moaned, "Oh hell yes that's good. Put your cock in my ass baby."

I stood behind her and gently shove my cock into her tight ass. She flinched and groaned as I shoved deep in her ass. When her muscles relaxed she began to rock her ass against my hard cock. I reached around her and squeezed both nipples. She moaned, "Oh hell that hurts good baby! Fuck my ass Stevie! Ram your cock deep in my ass! Fuck the shit out of me! Make my ass cum! Shoot you're cum in my ass baby; Lets cum at the same time!"

I felt her fingers moving in and out of her pussy as she began yelling, "Now baby, cum with me now." 

Her asshole tightened around my cock, as her body trembled she pushed hard against me. I shot my remaining cum deep inside her hot ass. As I started to pull out of her, she yelled "No not yet! Let your cock get soft while it's in my ass."

As my sister's asshole tightened around my cock, squeezing the cum out of me, I gazed out the window and saw the clouds braking apart and a few stars glimmering in the night sky. The storm had spent its fury and energy. There would be no more of natures' orgasms tonight. But I could feel that deep within my sister's body the storm raged on!



The Storm



The Storm:

The thunder and lightning stopped as quick as it started. It was a quick storm, but a violent one. Not sure of the town's damage as all electricity cut out a little while ago. I was home alone as my husband was out of town for a few days, but was glad the majority of the storm was over, just a little light rain continuing.

We lived out in the country a little, so when darkness set in and there was no electricity, it was extremely dark. 

I called my husband just to let him know I was OK and asked him a few questions about our electricity, what to unplug, what to do with computers, etc, etc. It was calming to hear his voice as I was a little upset from the storm, but all got better after a few glasses of wine I retrieved from a half open bottle of wine I found in the fridge.

I was able to get some minimal light from an old flashlight I found in the kitchen junk drawer. It was faint and I knew it wouldn't last too long, but it was enough to get me around the kitchen and illuminate what I needed. I looked out the windows and saw leaves and tree limbs all over the yard. Off in the distance I noticed a faint flicker in the darkness at the house next door and finally figured out it had to be a candle with the flickering light going back and forth.

We had meet our neighbors a couple times just briefly, but since we were relatively new in town, we really hadn't had the chance to know them well. From what we did know, they certainly seemed like nice people. They were older then Mark and I, but most neighbors were as we were the newlyweds of the block. I thought about the pending night, Mark out of town and the batteries dying in the only flashlight I could find, so I got up the courage to venture off to the neighbors to see if they had some extra batteries I could borrow for my flashlight.

I knocked on the door and John answered and invited me in. We talked about the quick storm that blew in and I let him know of my dilemma with no fresh batteries for my flashlight. 

He chuckled and said, "No problem, come on in".

We walked into the kitchen where his wife, Trisha was sitting. She greeted me very nicely and invited me to sit down at the kitchen table while John went to look for batteries for me. The room was not well lite, as it was only the flicker of the candle that illuminated the room, but Trisha looked more stunning then I even remembered. She had long auburn hair, was tall, and had a tight firm body and a pretty smile to boot. John was a lucky man and I think he knew it. Don't get me wrong, John had a nice athletic physique but you could tell that middle age was catching up to him. I mentioned to Trisha that I at least had a bottle of wine in the fridge at home and she said that's a great idea to pass the time and got glasses for us and poured us some more that they also had in the fridge.

John was gone for several minutes and finally returned to the kitchen and admitted he could not find the C size batteries that my flashlight needed. 

"No problem", I stated, "it was just a chance".

John went off to look some more, and Trisha leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I have lots of C size batteries, my Rabbit vibrator used C size batteries and I have a hidden stash for my use". 

I was shocked she was so open with me and she joked that obviously John was not aware of her hidden stash. 

"Obviously, your friend doesn't use C size", she chuckled. 

I reluctantly admitted to her that I didn't have a friend like that.

She just laughed and said "You will soon!".

Trisha went on to say, "I realize you and Mark are newlyweds, but when he's out of town like he is now, don't you need some company, if you know what I mean?". 

I just blushed.

Trisha asked John to run to the store and buy some batteries for me, some ice and another bottle of wine. She just did this to get John out of the house. After he departed, she returned to the kitchen with a brand new packaged bright pink vibrator and a couple of packs of batteries.

"I just happen to have this one I have yet to open, please take it as my little gift to you" and she winked. 

I looked at her and knew I was blushing bright red, but the thoughts overwhelmed me and I just muttered "Thank you". 

"There's only one catch" Trisha exclaimed.

"What's that." I said.

"You need to to show me that you know how to use it". 

I didn't know what to say, here was this sexy older lady telling me that she wanted to see me pleasure myself with my new vibrator I had just gotten from her. I was very reluctant and almost said No, but the excitement came the better of me, and I noded in agreement. 

"Good, the store I sent John to is pretty far away, but we better get started before he gets home." 

We moved over to the living room couch and she was putting the new batteries in the Rabbit while I just watched. 

"Well you better get undressed if you're going to prove to me you know how to use this".

I slowly removed my top and was standing there in my little bra right in front of her. I was blushing, but the erect nipples gave away my excitement. I unsnapped the bra and let it slip to the floor, my small but firm tits were now on full display for her to see. 

"Continue", she said. 

I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them as I heard a slight hum in the room, it was obvious she got the batteries in and the Rabbit was ready to jump into action. My light blue boy short panties were the only thing I had left on, and I knew they were next. 

I gathered up the courage and asked, "Are you going to join me?". 

"No this is all about you", she exclaimed and I slipped off the panties and tossed them on the pile of clothes on the floor.

She handed me the Rabbit as I sat on the edge of the couch. I really didn't need any warm up as the excitement of stripping naked right in front of her already had my juices flowing. I flicked on the Rabbit and felt the excitement in my hands. It was a whole new experience for me. 

Don't get me wrong, I have masturbated before and even used a dildo, but never had a vibrating one anything like this Rabbit. I slowly moved it down to the little tuft of hair I had just above my now wet glistening slit. The sensation was very erotic and pleasing. I rubbed the vibrating tip over my lips and knew immediately, I was going to love this. Trisha sat back and admired my actions and my body

She told me, "I always wondered what I looked like naked."

I slowly pushed the Rabbit deeper and deeper into my now soaked pussy and my body was moving in rhythm to the vibrations. This Rabbit had an upper extrusion that was for direct stimulation to the clit. Once the Rabbit was deep enough inside my tight pussy, my clit was touched by this extrusion and it wasn;t more then a few minutes that I shuddered into a very intense orgasm. 

I just layed there for a minute and realized I had not only one new friend, but two, the Rabbit and Trisha. 

She just smiled and said "John is going to be home soon, you better get dressed".

Wasn't more then a few minutes later, John came walking in with a few batteries, some ice and other item's, and he handed the batteries to me and Trisha walked me to the door with the new friend of mine tucked neatly inside a grocery bag she gave me. 

She whispered, "John is out of town next week and it will be my turn to put on a show for you."

I blushed, smiled and rushed home to continue my investigation of my new found friend.

It was a long night, a few more glasses of wine, several more "O's" and not much sleep. I had a new found love in my life!!



The Storm



It was raining outside. It had been pelting it down for a good hour, drumbeats against my window, bathing the neighbourhood in crystals of reflected light, and washing everything clean. I'd put on some jazz, lit a fire and had settled back in my chair to read a good book when the doorbell rang. It must have been at least nine thirty, and I felt a a little thrill of trepidation as I got up to answer it. This could not be good news.

She was standing on my doorstep, looking smaller than her usual five feet seven inches, make-up smeared and running, hair damp from the deluge. She had her arms crossed miserably across her chest, hugging her cardigan to her, as she said in a small voice, "I've left him."

There was nothing to say. My heart leapt with joy, followed sharply by dread as I put an arm around her damp shoulders and ushered her in to the warmth of my living room without a word. Why was I getting myself into the middle of a marital issue? The truth was that I was doing it because I loved her, and would do anything for her. Including taking her in on a dark, raining night when she needed me most. 

She sat on the sofa in the corner, tucking her legs up under her. Her arms still hadn't left their defensive position across her chest. I knew better than to pry at what had happened before she was ready, so I turned the kettle on to make her a cup of tea to warm her up, and fetched her a towel and some of my spare clothes so that she could be warm and dry. I left them in a pile next to her on the sofa, and then busied myself in the kitchen. It took her a good couple of minutes before she picked up the pile of clothes and towel that I'd given her, and went to the bathroom to change. 

The kettle whistled to let me know it had boiled, and I poured boiling water into the mugs, stewing her tea just the way I knew she liked. We'd been friends for long enough for me to know almost everything about her: the way she liked her tea, not to talk to her when she was upset (she'd talk when she was ready), what made her laugh, cry and her opinions on absolutely everything. But I'd never once seen her this upset and determined. I worried that she may never calm down enough for me to know what had happened to her before she arrived on my doorstep. 

She emerged from the bathroom, clad in a pair of my trousers and a jumper, both of which were slightly too big for her, hanging from her in baggy folds, and it further enhanced her overall impression of vulnerability and smallness. All I wanted to do was to take her into my arms and kiss her to make it all better, but we'd never touched in that way before, and I doubted this was the time to start. It wouldn't be fair to prey on a scared, vulnerable woman, so I concentrated on pouring milk into our tea, and tried to push away the protective instincts. She'd cleaned off her make-up, and had dried her hair a little. She sat down cross legged on the rug in front of the fire and combed through her long blonde hair with her fingers, teasing the tangles and knots out of it. She crinkled her nose with pain each time she came to a particularly bad knot, which I found adorable. I walked over to hand her a mug of tea, which she took from me with a grateful look, but still no words. I sat on the sofa, and looked at her, sipping my own tea, and listening to the patter of rain on the window. 

We sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes, listening to that rain, before she spoke.

"I've left him for good this time," she said. "I just couldn't stay any more. So I just opened the door and left."

I'd known about her problems for a while. She wasn't happy. But as she told me more about her life before that night, I realised that things were a lot worse than she'd been letting on. We talked until the tea had run out. I made us another cup each, and we talked some more. At one point she started pacing about the room, tea in hand, motioning violently with the other. It was startling just how much had managed to slip by me, and I wondered if I truly had been a good enough friend to her, and if I'd truly been listening. 

Toward the end of the second cup of tea, I could see her energy fading. She sat on the sofa, cradling her mug with both hands, one foot up underneath her, and hunched, as the tears started to fall again. I wanted so badly to take her into my arms, to take her to my bed and hold her all night if she needed, but self restraint won again, and I sat impotently rubbing her shoulder as she sobbed wholeheartedly at the end of a life she'd known for so long. 

Eventually, exhausted, she fell asleep on the sofa. I bent down, lifting her gently, and took her into the bedroom. There, I covered her up in my bed, and with one final longing look, I turned out the light for the night. My final impression of her was her long blonde hair spread out over my pillow, a peaceful look on her face, as she turned onto her side, mumbling incoherently.

I got an extra blanket and pillow from the hall cupboard, and after turning out the lights, and making sure the fire was dying down nicely, I made myself comfortable on the sofa and lay back in the darkness. I couldn't get to sleep for ages. I hoped she was sleeping well, but I heard her whimper in her sleep from down the hall a couple of times in the night. I wanted to go to her so badly. Just knowing she was in my house lit a low fire in my belly, but I knew in the bright light of morning, things would look much different to her. I didn't want to hurt her any more – she'd been through enough this evening without me complicating her life further. I'd waited for 3 years for this night, and had never thought it would happen. I could wait a little longer.

Finally, a long time after I'd first settled on the sofa, sleep took me. I slept restlessly, my dreams full of her: of holding her soft hair in my hands as I kissed her mouth, of hearing her soft moans as I nuzzled into her neck, of holding her tight against me and saying nothing. I woke several times, not overly comfortable on a sofa as small as the one I had, and returned to sleep only to see her make-up stained face over and over again in my dreams. I'd never seen her so sad.

Eventually, at about 6, I got up, bathed in a sheen of light sweat. I'd forgotten to turn down the central heating after I had turned it up to warm her up, and now the flat was uncomfortably hot. I went to shower, but didn't turn the heating down, far preferring that she felt comfortably warm and at home, than too cold, bringing back her misery from the night before. 

I luxuriated in the shower, letting my mind roam freely. The woman I'd been in love with for two and a half years was just across the hall, sleeping in my bed. The scent of her would be on my pillow, and I wondered if she was dreaming of me, as I'd dreamed of her last night. I let myself fantasise a little. Thoughts of her opening the bathroom door, and joining me in the shower flooded my mind. I imagined her standing there under stream of water, still fully clothed, looking up at me with her bare feet and her huge eyes. I imagined peeling away the layers of her wet clothing, gently, kissing her skin where I exposed it. First her chequered shirt, unbuttoning it from the top to the bottom, and peeling it off her shoulders , kissing her collar bone gently. I imagined she would be wearing a plain white bra, one that cupped her breasts gently, not forcing them together provocatively, but just something sweetly practical. I imagined sliding one of the straps down her arm, moving her hair away to kiss her shoulder...

There was a knock at the bathroom door, and I jumped guiltily. Her voice came through the door. 

"I'll be out in a minute," I called desperately, turning the shower off and wrapping a towel around me. The towel rubbed against me pleasurably, and I forced myself to think of other things to try to dispel the growing hardness. I took a deep breath, and, when I thought it was safe, opened the bathroom door. 

For a moment I was almost lost again. She stood outside the door, framed by the swirling steam that poured out of the bathroom after me. Her hair was a mess, strands of it sticking out at all angles, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. Her eyes were wide and her pupils were large and dark, almost as if looking at me in a new light. I suppose she probably was – I'd never been completely naked except for a towel in her presence before. She was standing in my way. I couldn't leave, and she couldn't get in, so we stood there for a while just looking at each other. She was barefoot, and still wearing my clothing from the night before. I was suddenly aware of the water dripping down my skin, the tumbling steam around us, and how small she looked without her shoes on. I could feel every breath she took, and see the pulse beating in her throat. It seemed a little faster than it should be, somehow, but I put that down to my state of mind. She broke eye contact first, and I saw her eyes flick over my bare chest briefly before she ducked her head, mumbled, "Excuse me," and stepped aside to get around me.

The bathroom door closed behind me, leaving me a little confused. Had I imagined that moment? The look in her eye? I shook it off and went to get dressed for the day. I wasn't quite sure what to do about work. I wanted to stay and look after her, but I was also aware that she probably needed some space to work things out on her own. I decided to leave the decision up to her, and as I had nothing to eat for breakfast in the house, I threw on some clothes and went down to the bakery down the street to get some pastries.

By the time I got back she was gone. She'd left a very polite note on the kitchen counter saying that she was grateful for my help, and appreciated the place to stay, but that she needed to get some things straightened out. She wasn't sure if she'd be back. I put the bag of Danishes on the counter, feeling as if the bottom had fallen out of my world. I cursed myself for having got so emotionally invested so quickly. Why did I think that she would be interested in me just because she'd come to me for help? I was certain to be a rebound, even if she didn't decide to go back to her husband, but I doubted she even saw me in that sort of light. We'd been friends for a long time, and the idea of one of those "I love you like a brother" speeches filled me with dread. 

I left the pastries uneaten on the counter top, collected my keys, and went to work. I left a key under the doormat, and sent her a text in case she needed to come back to fetch anything. I wasn't holding my breath.

So when I arrived home that evening, and the lights were on in my house, I found myself a little short of breath. She was back! I pushed away the thought of her irate husband having intercepted my text, waiting for me to come home so he could beat me to a pulp. As I got closer, I could hear music coming out of the house, and the sound of a woman's voice singing. It was pretty out of tune, but it could only be her.

I let myself into the house, and stood at the entrance to the kitchen, just watching the scene unfold. She was dressed in her own clothes again, no longer quite as vulnerable, but still barefoot. She was stirring something on the hob, swaying her hips in time with the music, and singing loudly and tunelessly. A drum solo started, and she beat along in time, using a number of kitchen implements. She got some of whatever she was cooking in her hair during this enthusiastic drumming, and I laughed out loud. 

She whirled, her face flushing instantly as she saw me leaning against the door, my arms crossed, watching her with an amused smile on my face. She self-consciously brushed her hair away from her face before asking, "How long have you been standing there?" She seemed mortified.

"Not long," I replied. I had a flash of coming home to this every evening. 

She smirked at me, a roguish little grin that only just pulled up the sides of her mouth. I wanted to cross the floor, pull her to me by the waist, and kiss her. I wanted to forget about whatever she was cooking, let it burn. But instead, I leaned casually against the counter and asked, "What are you cooking then?"

"Secret recipe," she answered, coyly. "I'm making a very good curry, and I hope it will go some way to persuading you to listen to me talk a bit more this evening."

I would have listened to her talk until the world ended. But I played it cool, like I had been for two and a half years. 

"I guess I could," I shrugged. She playfully punched me in the shoulder, and I tried to pretend that I minded.

Over dinner she asked me if she could stay with me for a couple of days while she got her life sorted out. My Play-It-Cool skills were tested to the limit, as I tried not to do a dance around the living room. I pretended to give it some serious thought, went through the logistics, but inside, my heart was beating faster than it ever had, and a buzz of excitement was filling my entire being. She insisted that she would definitely be taking the couch from now on, no more sleeping in my bed. I let that be, but I intended to find a proper bed for her in the morning. After having spent a night on that couch, I realised it could never be an option for more than one night.

The curry she had made us for dinner was delicious. I'm no slacker in the kitchen either, but having a woman cook for me was a rare and delightful change. We ate it all, and then collapsed into a comfortable silence in front of the TV. The amazing thing about our friendship was that we never had awkward silences. Not even from day one. I always felt completely at ease with her. At bedtime, she shooed me off the couch, and made it up. I offered to let her sleep in my bed again, but she would hear nothing of it. I almost suggested that it was big enough for two, but refrained. So I went to my room and shut the door to give her some privacy. 

I almost drove myself mad that night thinking about her padding around my house in her nightie. I didn't even know what it looked like, but I lay awake for ages, thinking about the creak of my door opening, the whisper of soft fabric around her thighs as she moved silently toward my bed. I imagined the slight depression her body would make as she climbed onto the bed, the rustle of the sheets and duvets as she joined me, and the warmth of her body as it pressed against me.

It didn't happen that night, or the next. In fact, I spent another three tortuous weeks awake late into the night. By then, she was sleeping on a camp bed in the spare room, which I'd cleaned out (with her help), and we had worked into a comfortable routine. It was almost as if she had always lived there. Terrified that she would rebound from her previous relationship into a meaningless fling with me, I didn't make any moves toward her. I wanted her to want me for everything that I was, not as a way to forget her past. I cared for her, and continued to wish for everything that could never be. 

After dinner one night, she was standing at the sink, washing a couple of mugs and teaspoons, when I joined her to dry up. We stood companionably side by side for a while, saying nothing. Suddenly, she put down the cloth and turned to me. Her hands were soapy, and the ample personal space we'd been giving each other seemed so much smaller now that she was facing me. She looked up at me, her eyes huge. A lock of hair had fallen in front of her eyes, and I just couldn't help myself any more. I reached out and tucked it behind her ear before turning to face her fully. As I did, I saw her pupils dilate, turning her eyes into inky pools as she looked back at me. She didn't flinch away from my touch either, and I was conscious of her breathing, the nearness of her, and the warmth of her skin. I was suddenly hyper-aware, and I had to lean on the counter top to steady myself. She seemed to be struggling to breathe, and she was blushing a little, but didn't seem to be ashamed, like she usually did when she blushed.

She broke the moment first. "Thank you for everything you've done, Dan" she said, still looking me straight in the eye. "I don't know what I would have done without you." And then, without warning, she leaned up and gave me a small kiss, almost shy, on the cheek. 

Embarrassed, she turned away, not used to showing this much emotion. But I held her by the arm, turning her to face me. She looked a little frightened, almost as if I would be angry with her, and was turning her back to give her a good telling off. Her anxious face searched mine for some sort of indication of my mood, but I didn't give her much time to find it. I grasped her firmly by the waist, bent, and kissed her. She stiffened against me at first, no doubt caught up by the strangeness of the situation, but then relaxed in my arms, softening her lips and reaching up to clasp my neck. I stopped, pausing to look deep into her eyes, to check that this really was her choice too, and what I found in her eyes said that she wanted this too. 

I pulled her even tighter, not wanting to let her go, wanting to make her feel safe in my arms. I kissed her again, marvelling at the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth. She seemed to melt in my arms, relaxing against me completely, pressing herself into me. I could feel her body through her clothes. Her soft breasts were mashed against me, and I deepened the kiss. She parted her lips slightly, allowing me access to her mouth, and I could feel her soft, warm tongue massage mine. She tasted of coffee, and she drove me wild. This was everything I had been dreaming about for years, and I ran one of my hands through her soft blonde hair. She ran her hands over the muscles in my shoulders, up and down my arms. I could feel a trace of nail through my shirt, and it turned me on terribly. I tried to control myself, but in a surge of animal lust, I turned and squashed her up against the sink, pressing and holding her there. She squeaked a little, breaking the kiss and but not moving her head away, just breathing into my mouth for a moment. She had opened her eyes again and looked deep into mine, as if trying to tell me something telepathically. Her eyes were huge and liquid, and ... brimming with tears? 

I let her go and stepped away with alarm. Had I hurt her? Had I misread the signals? Did she not want this? What if I lost her? All because of some silly impulsive action? Panic, a thousand dark winged fluttering things, clouded my mind, leaving me in turmoil. She was still standing there, a single tear leaving a trail on her cheek her hands clutching the sink behind her as she tried to form words. Eventually, she spoke, her mouth framing the words slowly.

"I've wanted this for so long," she said, "I've been trying to deny it, but...." Another tear fell from her eye, and I brushed it away with my thumb. I thought of all the time we'd lost, my heart beating faster than it ever had before. She stepped a little closer to me, her head still craned up toward me, and begged, "Please don't stop. I want you." At these words, I could feel a tugging below my belt. Completely under her command now, I bent to kiss her once again, less tentatively this time. 

We kissed for an age, just enjoying feeling each other's mouths, being able to feel each other's breath. I could feel her chest rising and falling against me. Her breath was becoming increasingly erratic, and I realised than mine was too. My trousers were becoming pleasantly tight, and whenever she moved, her pelvis sent tingles of electricity up my entire being. I moved my attentions to her neck just below her earlobe, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses as I moved down to her shoulder. 

As in my fantasy in the shower on that first morning, I unbuttoned her blouse carefully, being sure to continue showering her with kisses. She was running her hands through my hair, leaving little trails of fire all over my skin where ever she touched. Buttons undone, I eased her blouse away from her shoulder, and moving her hair away, I kissed her collarbone, her shoulder. Her skin was milky white, and impossibly soft. I moved her bra strap down her arm and continued with my attentions to her skin, never once making her feel exposed. As I moved to continue my attentions on the other side of her, I glanced at her lovely face. Her eyes were closed, a sweet smile playing about her lips, and her head was craned every so slightly back. She was all mine. 




The Storm



I slid her blouse all the way off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind us. The sudden coolness of the air made the tiny hairs on her shoulders and back stand up, and I ran my warm hands over her back. She shivered, whether with anticipation, or cold, I don't know. I loved exploring her body like this. I still couldn't believe that our first time together was happening right now, right in the kitchen.

Her bra wasn't white, like I thought it would be, but pink and very girly. It didn't last very long. I reached behind, her and snapped the clasps holding it together, and let it fall to join her blouse on the floor. Her breasts were beautiful: just about a handful of each with rosy nipples, and I took them in my hands, kissing the top of one, then the other, almost reverently. She gasped at my touch, and looked down at me, her eyes wide. I looked her straight in the eye as I flicked one of her nipples with my tongue, and she gasped again, throwing her head even further back, pushing her breasts towards me to urge me on. But I wasn't finished my exploration of her, so I trailed my fingers lightly down her stomach, and started to undo the snap on her trousers.

Her hand came down on top of mine, stopping me from going any further. I looked at her questioningly, imploringly. She was still smiling, as she shook her head lightly. She took my hand in her own, and started to lead me down the hall toward my bedroom. On our way down the hall, she kept turning to me to kiss me, walking backwards as I took her in my arms over and over again, not wanting to let her go. Her naked breasts were hot through my t-shirt each time she pressed them into me, and I was having quite a difficult time walking, as my trousers rubbed against me with each step. Her hand brushed against my hardness for a brief moment on our hesitant stumble to the bedroom, and I drew in a sharp breath, hoping she'd continue.

When we finally reached my bedroom, I realised she'd actually been undoing the snap for her trousers on the way down the hall. She turned away from me, and stepped out of them, now clad only in a pair of French knickers, which showed off the smooth orbs of her bottom. I quivered with anticipation, reaching out to touch her again, but she turned to face me again, and now started to undress me gently. She had a little bit of trouble getting my shirt off over my head, as she couldn't quite reach. I helped a little, and she ran her hands over my shoulders and chest and back, walking around me in a slow circle. Her eyes were alight. She seemed to be liking what she saw, and when she started to undo the buttons on my trousers, the gentle tugging nearly sent me over the edge. Part of me wanted to just bury myself in her, to get the tension over with, to hear us both cry out at the end, but I was enjoying her attentions so much, I never wanted it to end.

She finally got the buttons on my trousers undone, and, kneeling in front of me, she started to remove my boxer shorts as well. The elastic got snagged as she pulled them down my legs, and I drew in yet another sharp breath. I could feel her breath on me, as she gently took me into her mouth. Her mouth was so much hotter than I expected, and I moaned aloud as she started to gently suck. She had her eyes closed, and her hands were resting on my thighs as she worked busily on me. The sensations were exquisite, and I was having a hard time controlling myself. I didn't want her to stop, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, so I gently pulled her to her feet.

I gently pulled her panties down, over her smooth thighs, down her legs. I was kneeling in front of her now, and I left a trail of kisses up her legs. When I stood up again, we just both stood for a moment and admired each other. This was the first time we had ever been naked in front of each other, and I gazed at her adoringly. She was perfect in my eyes, even with her slight belly, and I could only hope that she wasn't disappointed with me. She was still breathing a little unsteadily, so I led her to the bed, and we lay down next to each other. Her skin was so warm against mine, and she had her hand on my chest as we lay facing each other, looking into each other's eyes. 

We started to kiss again, more urgently than before, and she rolled onto her back. I raised myself up on one elbow, pressing into her as we kissed. She clutched at my back, urging me to move on top of her. I moved to her neck, biting her earlobe gently, kissing her shoulder. She moaned softly, writhing under me as I kissed her. Her legs had parted slightly, and I moved one of my knees between then, grazing the warm centre of her as I did. She gasped at this, but then moved to press her pelvis into my knee, begging me for more. I was so hard by this point that it almost hurt, but I wanted to make sure that she was ready for me, before I did anything. I used one of my hands to trail down her body, starting with her breasts. I made sure to pay attention to the sensitive undersides of them before moving my fingers to gently tease her nipples. She was grinding into my knee quite insistently by now, moaning a little louder and clutching at my back. She was starting to get that flush that spread up her chest and neck, and she was stretching with delicious arousal. She opened those beautiful blue eyes of hers, and whispered in my ear, "I'm ready for you.... please, I need you inside me."

Who was I to disagree? At her words, I shifted, kneeling between her thighs. She lifted her pelvis slightly and I slid into her slowly, revelling in the softness, the tightness, the heat of her. She arched her back and cried out, a sexy acclamation of our act. We lay there together for a few moments, getting used to the sensations of each other. I found control almost slipping away from me for a number of moments, with the realisation that I had her, heart and soul. 

She started to move her hips against, me, urging me to move. I started to move within her, slowly at first, but as she rose up to meet every thrust, I found that we were setting a new, much faster rhythm. I was so close, and her soft cries of enjoyment into my ear were by far the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I could feel her muscles starting to tighten around me, a gentle pulsing which told me she was almost there. I continued at the same pace, feeling her hands tightening on my shoulders with every stroke. Suddenly, she went over the edge with a loud, not quite moan that was halfway between a gasp and a scream. She arched her back, and I put one arm around her waist, holding her through it before finally allowing myself to follow her into oblivion. The moment seemed to go on for ages, just the two of us, lost in our own pleasure, joined in the most intimate of ways. 

I suddenly became aware that she was trembling beneath me, and I kissed her softly. She opened her eyes, looking deep into mine, and said the words I'd been wanting to hear for the longest time of my life. 

"Dan, I love you," she whispered.



The Storm



Alyssa paced in front of the window going through the list of things she'd need for the week back home in her head. She checked and double-checked, trying very hard to concentrate. She had been waiting what seemed like forever since he called to say he was coming to pick her up and she was getting antsy. This change of plan made her scramble to get ready, but now he was late. Alyssa hated waiting. His call had taken her by surprise, he had actually only ever called her once before. Alyssa had imagined spending the night before heading out on their road trip, but she figured it was a far off fantasy. Her luck was not that good. She had been dreaming of spending the night with him since the first time she saw him, but she knew that's not exactly what he had in mind for tonight. It DID make sense for him to just pick her up now. To get her in the morning he would have had to back track as she lived in the opposite direction they were headed. This way they could just leave straight away early in the morning and hopefully beat traffic. Alyssa held out hope they would be far too busy to leave early, or far too exhausted at least. If she had her way they wouldn't be leaving at all, they'd be too caught up in each other.

Chestnut brown hair and dark eyes were some of her best features. She was tall for a girl, not skinny but had a taught body from early morning yoga. When Alyssa got bored or stressed or just couldn't sleep she did yoga to calm herself. It was a weird habit, but it gave her a stunning silhouette. John admired her figure from afar, they were colleagues and it's never a good idea to dip your pen in the company ink, as they say. John was far from a shlub himself, fiery red hair, toned but not muscular body with a carefully calculated messy style and an absolutely killer smile that came with adorably deep dimples and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Finally there were lights across her ceiling. Her heart skipped in her chest a little and she felt a flutter in her stomach as she took one last look around, making sure she had everything. Even though they had been friends for over a year now, the site of him still gave her butterflies. Alyssa was checking her reflection in the same window she had been staring out of when she heard his voice.

"You ready?" came a voice from the doorway

"Don't knock or anything." She said sarcastically even though he never knocked, ever. 

"Is this it?" he asked pointing to the one bag she had packed and left by the door.

"Yup, I travel light. It's just that and my purse" she beamed

"Alright then." He said grabbing her bag "The weather is getting nasty out there so we better get going. Hopefully we don't get stuck in this god awful snow storm." he added heading out the door. John plopped her stuff in the trunk of his car while she grabbed her purse and locked the door. She got into the passenger side of his car and smiled searching for something to say as they started on their way

"Looks like we'll be getting a white Christmas after all." she said nervously, trying hard to make light conversation. The snow started falling more heavily now. 'It was supposed to storm' she thought to herself 'hopefully we get snowed in.' She giggled out loud softly and caught herself, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What's funny?" John asked. It was no secret she had a thing for him and was therefore always up to no good. He couldn't deny the electricity between them, but tried very hard to keep his cool. John couldn't let Alyssa know he felt just as strongly about her. He just couldn't give in, no matter how hard she pushed his every button. 

"Nothing" she fibbed "Never mind"

On the way to his house she was got more and more nervous. Partly because of the dangerous snow storm they were driving into, and partly because she was having second thoughts about her plan. When he had called, she of course instantly thought up a plan to try and seduce him when they got to his house. She had packed some skimpy sexy pjs and had a whole plan that involved getting him into bed. After all they were going to be all alone in a big house. She was starting to feel guilty about it, but she couldn't stop thinking about the two of them alone at last under one roof no friends to distract either of them from each other. But she was gutless and always waiting for him to make the first move. She was starting to doubt her ability to take matters into her own hands.

"I hope it doesn't snow too much, or we won't be able to leave tomorrow" he said, the tone in his voice unusual, worried maybe. It definitely didn't sound normal or at ease. Although his normal tone when dealing with people was quite different than the one he used with her. He was always more cocky and coy when he addressed Alyssa, more sure of himself. In normal conversation he was very shy and awkward. Being near Alyssa made him feel like he could take on the whole world.

"Thank god, we're here." He said finally pulling into the driveway. "I'll grab your stuff, you go on in," he said handing her the key. She smiled at him "Such a gentleman" she smirked.

They went inside and he headed straight to the kitchen to fix himself a bedtime snack "Did you want something?" he asked. She paused for a moment but thought better of the dirty thought on the tip of her tongue even though her eyes showed the truth. She wanted to tell him how she wanted him, she wanted to feel his hands all over her soft skin, feel his warm naked body on hers... "No thanks, I'm ok" she said clearing her throat and trying to get a hold of herself.

"Alright, I want to get up early so we should hit the hay. I'll show you where you'll be spending the night." He said leading her up the stairs. "This is the spare room, the cat usually sleeps in here but she said she'd share it with you." He said coyly

"Well I don't want to take her room away, maybe I should sleep with you instead" she laughed

"Right, I think you and the cat will be just fine up here." He said, slightly embarrassed at how much he wanted to say yes. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Fine." she said a little defeated. "G'night sexy" she added and blew him a kiss

"You're nothing but trouble" he said smiling and shook his head "G'night"

Alyssa settled into her pjs and tried to get comfy. She thought about going downstairs and just throwing herself at him yet chickened out but not before going through every imaginable scenario the two of them could possibly get into. It made it hard for her to go to sleep.

It was pretty drafty in the corner room where she was supposed to sleep. It had windows all along two short walls and the storm was raging outside trying desperately to get in. She tossed and turned and debated whether or not to go downstairs for a drink. 'I am really thirsty, but should I go down there?' Her sub conscious was making her feel very guilty and she wondered what he'd think if he found her down there. She tossed and turned some more and then decided to go anyway. Who cares what he thought, she'd go down, get some water or something and then come back up. No social calls. He'd never even know.

She made her way down the stairs in the dim light and tried to remember where the kitchen was. Just as she rounded a corner all the lights went out, streetlights and all.

"Shit, ow!" She yelled while she tripped over something in the dark

"Alyssa? What are you doing down here? Are you ok?" John called through the darkness. Always suspicious first, then concerned, but who could blame him really? 

"I'm alright, I just tripped over something and stubbed my toe." she said through the pain

"I'll grab a flashlight and come find you, hang on." she could almost hear him rolling his eyes

Alyssa heard rustling, swearing and more rustling, then footsteps. "Marco" he called

"Polo" Alyssa answered through a laugh

"Marco"

"Polo"

"Found you!" he said shining the light on her. "Cute pjs" he snickered and blushed at the sight of her so exposed. 

"Thanks" she muttered, she had forgotten she was barely dressed in her skimpy tank top and short shorts.

"It's pretty chilly in here" she said shivering.

"Maybe you should have warn something warmer, you know, since it's winter" he snarled

"Look, I get hot when I sleep, I didn't figure I'd be up." she lied feeling guilty and embarrassed "I just wanted some water or something and then I'll go back to bed."

"There's orange juice in the fridge, but it has vodka in it." he shrugged "Don't ask," he added "If the power stays out, we're going to get pretty cold. This dump has electric heat."

"Great...that' room up there is really drafty too. That's a lot of windows" She thought for a moment and took a deep breath "K, I'm just going to ask, if it's going to get cold, can we just sleep together for the body heat? I won't rape you I promise." She added assuringly

John was taken aback and blushed some more glad she couldn't really see him in the dim light. He weighed the question carefully. He thought about her lying there next to him, he tried not to think about how beautiful she is with her gorgeous brown hair , puppy dog eyes and how sexy she looked in those pjs. He wondered how hard it would be to lay there next to her, it was hard enough being with her everyday with her trying to look as sexy as she possibly can around him, flirting relentlessly. "Alright, under one condition, no touching."

"Oh my god, honestly! What are you five? Do I have cooties?" she asked annoyed " Alright, I promised already I wouldn't rape you in your sleep. Now can we just go to bed? I'm not thirsty anymore."

"Follow Me," he said leading her into his bedroom.

"This is my side, that's your side" he pointed nervously with the flashlight. John grabbed some more covers for her and pulled off the jeans he had thrown on to reveal some sexy cartoon boxer shorts. Alyssa paused for a minute to compose herself. She had half expected him to sleep fully clothed with all his paranoia, now here she was about to slip into bed with the man of her dreams, both of them barely dressed. She climbed under the covers and snuggled under the smell of him, it was intoxicating, she sighed and sunk into the mattress. He got into bed beside her and they both laid there motionless, trying to sleep.

A few moments later, his voice broke the silence. "Are you ok, Alyssa? You're shaking."

"I'm fucking freezing." She swore through clenched teeth

"Come here" he said soothingly if not a little defeated. He put his arms around her waist and more covers around her while he moved closer so that they were "spooning". She felt his body against hers and suddenly she felt a lot of things but cold certainly was not one of them. Being in his arms felt so perfect. She thought about how strong his arms were, how they just fit together, and sunk into his body. She didn't know someone could feel so tense and so relaxed at the same time. All she wanted to do was roll over and kiss him, touch him, let all the built up tension out in one fowl swoop. His breath on her back felt so orgasmic, they had never been this close before save for one birthday hug. She didn't think she would get to sleep any time soon with the thoughts swimming in her head. Then, without warning, she felt a kiss on her back, tender, soft and sweet. Alyssa responded with a soft moan that surprised even her. His kisses became more passionate until they were almost ravenous. She arched her back in pleasure and rolled over to meet his gaze.

"So you couldn't resist, hunh?" She said with a smirk

"I can't..." he said sounding as though he'd explode. His face was so wide eyed, like he was shocked with himself. "I can't take it anymore. I've wanted you just as badly all this time... I...." She stopped him with a kiss. It was a deep, penetrating, passionate kiss, the kind that seems to make your whole body sigh and smile. "Holy shit!" He moaned, searching her eyes before returning her kiss.

"I have thought about this every night since the first time I saw you. You can't even imagine how much I want you" she admitted as she straddled him while removing her top revealing her perfect breasts. She leaned down to kiss him as he reached out to cup her beautiful bosom.

"My god you're so beautiful." He whispered, almost not believing it.

"I've waited so long just to hear you say that..." She could feel his hands all over her now, pulling at her pj bottoms and trying to get them off with one hand and trying to explore all of her at once with the other. 

"My god I want you!!." She kissed him again, deeper than before, she heard him moan louder now as he closed his eyes, which made her smile. She knew she was in charge now.

He finally finished blundering with her bottoms and they hit the floor. She smiled and looked down at him, feeling his chest with her hands then following them with kisses. He put his arms around her, hands around her waist and turned her over on her back so he was on top. They rolled together on the mattress, exploring each other with hands and lips and tongues. He took her breast in his mouth and gently suckled her nipple, she arched her back and grabbed the sheets with her fingernails trying hard not to moan too loudly. He followed the line of her cleavage, kissing her ribs, her stomach, and ending at her wet, aching pussy. He put his hands on her hips and began to lick her, ever so gently. Alyssa let out a guttural moan and rose her hips to meet his tongue while it playfully licked and caressed her every fold. John began to alternate between sucking and licking while Alyssa writhed and bucked until she let out a almost embarrassingly loud moan, which came with the most intense orgasm she's ever had. John was pleased with himself, wiped her juices from his goatee and came up from between her legs, kissing his way back up to her lips. 

"You are amazing" she said wistfully and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She urged him on his back, never releasing her kiss. Once he was exactly where she wanted him, she resumed her exploration of his beautiful body. She kissed his neck and licked his earlobe, she liked listening to him moan her name, something she had imagined every night for so long . She reached down with one hand and firmly gripped his cock which made John's eyes roll into the back of his head as he moaned and curled his toes. She began to stroke it and kissed her way down to his waiting rock hard cock. She paused a moment to look up at him, she wanted to enjoy his anticipation just for a moment before she plunged her mouth onto his waiting member until it reached the back of her throat. She continued to suck his cock, stopping every so often to lick the pre-cum off the tip of his swollen member which drove him wild. She was enjoying his taste when John interrupted. 

"We've both waited so long for this...I want, I NEED, to fuck you." he panted and coaxed her off of him and onto her back. He kissed her kindly and passionately on the lips. Alyssa whimpered, the electricity between them was almost too much, nothing had never ever felt this intense before. Just when she thought she couldn't possibly feel any better he entered her. 

"Oh my god John!!" she yelled as she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. Her whole body felt like it had never been touched before, her skin all tingly and electric. She bit her bottom lip to keep from making too much noise but she kept forgetting and let out the occasional moan of his name. His cock was so hard and he was so deep inside her, it felt like they were made to fit together. She clasped her hands to his hips to pull him harder against her, her head tossed to the side as she writhed below, shuddering every time their flesh met. She gasped for air and screamed a bit too loud, and bit down on his muscular arm as it flexed beside her. She could feel him pressing inside her, the head of his cock sliding against her shuddering pussy as her orgasm subsided.

"wow, you feel incredible," he said through clenched teeth as he continued to thrust, each time sending a shock up his spine. The sight of her hair tossed off to the side, her face so flushed kept him driving wanting to prolong her pleasure. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around his and pushed his arm from under him. In one swift motion, she had swapped their positions, and climbed on top of him, her knees pressed against his thighs. With both hands on his chest, her fingertips dug in as she continued to grind on top of him, building a rhythm as each shift of her hips pulled his cock harder. He slid his hands up her thighs, and brought his knees up behind her, lifting her up and down. With one hand he reached between her open thighs to her exposed pussy and felt her tensing as she slid up and down. Her breasts bounced firmly, her hair sliding over her face as she gripped him.

She ran a hand down his sweaty chest, over the taut stomach she had fantasied about for so long. She found his hand stimulating her where their flesh met, and intertwined her fingers with his. He was close now, she could see it in his eyes as he stared up at her. The sight of her over him, so exposed, yet so fierce was devastating. He couldn't help himself as he moaned with increasing urgency...not wanting to stop, but so unable to halt the eruption building.

"Please," she said breathlessly. "Oh, god...please."

He obliged, gripping her round ass and holding her tight on top of him as he exploded inside her. Her hips continued to rock him as his legs gave out. She bent over and rested her head on his heaving, sweaty chest. Alyssa stayed that way for a while as John worked up the last bit of his energy putting his arms around her. He held her there, crumpled on top of him, and kissed the top of her head. 

"Am I dreaming?" Alyssa asked breaking the silence, rolling off of John and back under the blankets. 

"I have never dreamed anything like that. Ever." John replied in disbelief.