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A Dark & Stormy Night

By: Pokerman



I was 21, and a senior in college. During the semester, I lived at school, but when classes weren't in session, I still lived at home with my parents and sister. It was a nice neighborhood -- your average suburban scene that you'd see in thousands of places across America. All the houses were in neat, 1/4 -to- 1/2 acre lots. The larger ones had in-ground pools, everyone kept their lawns nice and green in the summer, and their driveways and walkways clear of snow and ice in the winter. 

It was mid-May. My parents and sister had gone to Ohio where a distant cousin of mine was getting married. I was able to beg out of the trip, because final exams started on Monday, and I needed to spend the weekend studying, not traveling half-way across the country to see a cousin I barely knew get married. I didn't really plan on studying until Sunday at the earliest, but they didn't need to know that, and I could use some 'alone time' after another crazy semester in the dorms. 

Our next door neighbors were the Wilsons to the left, and the Masons to the right. The Wilsons were a nice enough couple, with two young kids I used to baby sit when I needed extra cash. The Masons were around my parent's age, with a daughter, Emily, who turned 18 on Valentine's Day. She was kind of shy if you didn't know her well -- a pretty face with long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a beautiful body that she usually kept well-concealed under her clothes. She usually kept her hair up, her clothes too loose-fitting, and wore large-ish glasses, so most guys didn't give her a second glance. I doubt she'd been on more than a couple of dates, and probably didn't even have a date for the Prom yet. But if the guys at school had seen her in her bathing suit - a modest one-piece, of course - they would have been all over her. 

Her parents were one of the 'pool houses' and from my bedroom window, I could see into their backyard. Many times I saw Emily in her bathing suit, relaxing by the poolside with her nose in a book, working on a tan. She had developed into a beautiful young woman. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slim, her hips just the right amount of curve, and she had a pair of legs that could squeeze your life away if she wrapped them around you. Why she kept all this hidden, I don't know for sure, but I know her parents were over-protective of her, which may have attributed to her shyness. 

Friday afternoon, when I got home from my last final, there was a message on my machine. It was Mrs. Mason. Her great Aunt had died and the funeral was on Sunday in Oregon. They were flying out late Friday afternoon, and they weren't going to be back until Monday. They were leaving Emily home alone so she wouldn't miss any school, she said, so could I just keep an eye on the place? I called Mrs. Mason back and told her I'd be happy to keep an eye on things while they were gone, not to worry, Emily would be fine. Although she was 18, her parents had never left her home alone for more than a few hours, and their imaginations were going wild. I reassured them she'd be fine, and they left for the funeral. 

I called Emily at 5:00, and told her I was getting a pizza for dinner. "Do you want some," I asked. 

"I'd love it," she said. "Saves me from cooking for myself." 

I told her I was ordering it at around 5:30, and would bring it over when it arrived. 

The pizza came right before 6:00. I went over to Emily's house and knocked on the door. Emily shouted down from her window. "C'mon in, Jake. I'll be right down!" 

I went inside and made myself at home. Emily came downstairs in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was wet. "I went swimming before and wanted to wash the chlorine off," she said, reading my mind. 

We ate the pizza and chatted. She told me about her school plans for next year; I talked about my experiences in college. Things got quiet for a few minutes. Then Emily asked me about the women at school. When I pressed her as to what she meant, she told me she was worried about the parties. She'd never drank before, and thought every night was wild drinking and crazy sex with total strangers. 

I told her she'd been watching too many teen movies. "Yeah, there are a lot of parties, and a lot of sex, too." She blushed three shades of crimson. "But people are there to study, so it's not always one long party. But on the other hand, there's enough for anyone to do anything they want." 

I knew Emily was shy, and was most likely a virgin, too, thanks to her overprotective parents. In fact, they expected her to go to a local college and live at home. All the more to smother her, I thought. 

"Want to watch a movie," she asked, breaking the silence. 

"Sure," I said. We headed to the living room to watch TV. Emily sat sideways on her father's chair, her legs draped over the arm, while I sat on the couch. Half way through the movie, I heard some thunder in the background. In addition to being shy, Emily has a lot of phobias. Besides spiders, heights and closed spaces, she was also afraid of thunderstorms, and especially of the dark. 

The thunder got closer, and was joined by flashes of lightning in the sky. With each crackle, Emily jumped. Soon, she joined me on the couch, holding my hand. Every time the sky flashed, she squeezed it tight. The skies opened up, and it started pouring. You could hear the rain slamming on the metal air conditioner in a steady rhythm as Emily squeezed close to me. I put my left arm around her, and held her other hand in my right. 

I was holding her tight, my cock starting to get hard, as the storm got worse. I tried to lighten the mood by asking "Think we'll have to build an ark?" Emily was not amused. I tried watching the movie, but was more interested in watching Emily as the storm battered against the windows. 

The lights flickered...then came back. Just as Emily was saying "I hope we don't lose power..." the lights flickered again...and went out. We were sitting there in complete darkness as the thunder and lighting made Emily even more scared. 

"Do you have a flashlight, or any candles," I asked. 

"Yeah, the flashlight is in the kitchen, and there should be some candles there, too." 

She held my hand and we helped each other navigate the dark house until we found our way to the kitchen. Emily found a flashlight, and thankfully the batteries still worked. Armed with our new light, we found the candles, and some silver candlesticks, which we then carried with us back to the living room. The storm was still howling outside. 

We sat down next to each other on the couch, Emily still holding my hand. The thunder cracked, shaking the house. We must have been right in the middle of the storm by now. Emily started to cry softly. I hugged her, and she stopped. Looking at me sweetly, she said "Jake. You've known me my whole life. You know how much I hate thunderstorms, and I still sleep with a night light because I'm afraid of the dark. Normally it wouldn't be so bad because my parents would be home..." 

"Emily," I said, interrupting her. "Do you want me to stay here tonight? Would that make you feel better?" 

"Do you mind? It really would make me feel a little better if you could stay." 

I wiped away a stray tear. "No problem, Em. Just help me find some blankets and a couple of pillows and I'm all set." 

"Well...I mean I actually...What I meant..." Emily was stuttering. "When I was a little girl, I would climb into my parent's bed when we had a bad storm. Cuddling with them, things always felt OK. What I mean is..." 

"What, Em?" 

"I want you to sleep in my bed with me. I mean, not like that..." 

I'd never seen Emily so flustered. 

"You just don't want to be alone tonight." 

Emily nodded. 

"It's OK. And I promise to behave myself." I didn't have any sleepwear, obviously, and I didn't want to go home in this storm to get any. It was going to take all my self-control to behave myself, but I didn't want Emily to think I was going to take advantage of her. 

Emily kissed me softly on the cheek. "I know you will." 

It wasn't late yet, but with the lights out, there was nothing to do. "Might as well get ready for bed," Emily suggested. 

I reminded her I didn't have anything to wear, just my boxers. 

"It's OK. It not any worse than seeing you in your bathing suit, right?" 

She had a point. But on the other hand, I was never lying inches away from her before, wearing only a bathing suit. 

We made our way to her bedroom. I'd been in it before -- it was a typical girl's bedroom, with posters on the wall, a desk in the corner, dresser, night table, and a twin-sized bed. I put the candles down carefully on her desk, and blew them out. To Emily's dismay, we were again in total darkness, but of course, it's not safe to leave the candles burning all night. 

I could barely see anything, and I wasn't changing my clothes, so I just kicked off my shoes and socks, pulled off my pants and sat on the bed in my t-shirt and boxers. I turned around to give Em some privacy (more of a gesture than for any real need) as she took off her pants, shirt and bra, and put on a nightgown. 

Emily climbed into bed and took the side closest to the wall. I laid down next to her, with barely enough room to keep from falling off the edge. 

"You can come closer to me, so you don't fall off," she said. 

I moved right next to her. Lying on my side, there wasn't any place for me to put my arm, so I rested it on her hip. Emily put her hand on my side as we lay there looking at each other. We laid there for a little while, before Emily spoke. "Jake," she said. "Do you find me attractive?" 

"Of course, Em. I think you're very pretty." 

She leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek. My cock jumped. 

"You know, Jake -- I've had a crush on you since we were in elementary school." 

I blushed. The thunder rolled across the sky, but I'm sure it was drowned out by the sound of my heart beating in my chest. 

"Em..." 

She cut me off with another kiss, this time on my mouth. I instinctively put my arm around her waist and kissed her back. 

"Em..." 

"Shhhhh, Jake. I love you. I've loved you all my life, and I want you to be my first. We'll never have another chance like tonight." 

I couldn't believe what Emily was saying. I loved her too, but always thought she loved me more in a brotherly way than any other. My mind was racing when she kissed me again. I pushed my tongue against her lips. She opened them slightly as our tongues touched. Moaning into my mouth, we kissed harder as I rolled her onto her back. 

"Em, of course, I love you, too." 

We kissed again and again, our tongues wrestling in each other's mouth, holding each other close in the darkness. The storm that brought us together was still raging outside, but neither of us heard it anymore. My hands roamed up and down her body, settling on her firm breasts. I gently rubbed and squeezed them in my hands as we kissed, causing Emily to moan in my mouth as she arched her back towards me. I slipped my hand under her night shirt and cupped her bare breast. I rubbed her nipples between my fingers as I trailed kisses down her neck. 

I whispered to Emily, "Take off your shirt." 

She smiled at me, bit her lower lip and pulled off her shirt, leaving her just in her panties. My Goddd I thought. She's even more beautiful than I imagined. I took off my shirt too, leaving the both of us naked except for our underwear. I bent down and kissed her chest all over, teasing her before I moved my mouth to her nipples. I trailed my tongue in circles around them, before sucking them into my mouth one at a time. My hands explored the breast not in my mouth as I sucked her nipples in and out. 

I slowly kissed my way back up to her lips, and as we passionately drove our tongues in and out I slid my hand down her stomach to her panties. I rubbed her pussy through the soft material, causing her to moan louder and thrust her hips towards me. Pushing her panties to the side, I rubbed her lips with my first two fingers. She was shaved bare, which surprised me, but turned me on even more. I slipped my fingers inside of her, making her gasp as I spread her juices all over her bare cunt. As I brought them up to her clit, she jumped slightly. I sucked her nipples back into my mouth as I fingered her, sliding my fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. It didn't take long before all this stimulation got to Em, and she cried out. 

"Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddddd Jake. Oh my Goooddddddd...." was all she could manage as she had her first orgasm. She pulled me to her and kissed me over and over. My cock was rock hard and needed attention. As she kissed me, I took her right hand and brought it down to my cock. She pulled away in surprise. I broke our kiss and put her hand back, this time rubbing my cock with her hand. Tentatively, she rubbed my cock. 

"Like this," she asked. 

"Mmmmm...." was all I said. 

I lifted my hips and pulled off my boxers. Emily stared at my cock, waving back and forth. She seemed unsure again. I told her to close her eyes. I squeezed my cock, some precum oozing out. I scooped it off onto my index finger, then pressed my middle finger -- coated with her juices -- against her lips. She opened her mouth and I slipped my finger in. As she sucked off her juices, I told her to open her eyes. She saw the liquid on my finger, as I pulled out my middle finger and inserted my index finger into her mouth. She sucked off my precum, mixed with her juices. 

I pulled my fingers out, and took her hand and put it on my cock. Slowly she started rubbing me again. After a few minutes I pushed her hands to my balls, and told her to rub them too. 

Emily was completely inexperienced, but a fast learner. She gently caressed my balls, then moved her hand back to my shaft. As she stroked me up and down, I guided her head lower. "Kiss it," I said. She kissed the head of my cock, then explored up and down it's length with small kisses. I moaned softly, trying to encourage her. "That feels to gooooddddd...." 

She stuck her tongue out and gently licked up and down my cock, avoiding the head. It was so erotic I could barely stand it. "Please," I said. She looked at me, a little worried. 

"What if you, you know...?" 

"If I cum?" 

She nodded shyly. 

"Just swallow it quickly. You already tasted it on my finger." 

"I know, but..." 

"Please," I said. 

She smiled at me again. "I like the please." 

Emily leaned down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. I moaned again, encouraging her. She opened her mouth a little more, taking another inch inside of her. 

"Ohhhh, yes, Emily...." I moaned. 

I thrusted my hips at her, and she soon had more than half my cock in her mouth. She slowly moved her mouth up and down, and I put her hand back on my balls. I opened my eyes to watch my beautiful neighbor giving me one of the hottest blowjobs ever. Her inexperience made her a little tentative, which added to the experience. She swirled her tongue around my cock, as my orgasm built. 

"Ohhhh Goodddddd, Emily....Ohhhh Goodddddddddd," was all I could say over and over as I thrust my hips to her mouth. She held my cock at the base as I exploded, shooting a huge load of cum into her mouth. Emily kept sucking, swallowing my cum as fast as I gave it to her. 

As I stopped cumming, I eased her mouth away. She looked up at me, and asked, "Was that OK?" I couldn't believe her. I just came more than I ever had in my life. I pulled her towards me and kissed her hard. I could taste my cum on her mouth as we kissed. "Mmmm....I didn't think you'd want to kiss me after that." 

"Why not? If you can swallow my cum, there's no reason why I shouldn't kiss you afterward." 

She kissed me again as I caressed her back, moving my hands down to her firm ass. 

"I want you so much, Emily. But what about, you know, protection?" 

I didn't have any condoms on me, and doubted Emily kept any in her room. 

Emily looked at me sweetly. "Don't worry. My mom is so overprotective of me, she put me on the pill when I was 16 -- just in case, as she said it, someone tries to take advantage of me." 

I relaxed, and kissed her again. Emily pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor. "Ohhhh Goodddddd Jake. I want you too. I need to feel you inside of me." 

I reached down and rubbed her wet pussy. I slipped my fingers back inside of her, making her arch her back to take them deeper. I bent down over her, my cock teasingly rubbing against her pussy. It took all my self control not to fuck her then and there, but I wanted her to experience everything her first time. I slowly kissed down her body and Emily tried to pull me back on top of her. I was too strong and moved down her stomach towards her virgin slit. 

"Ohhhh Godddd Jake. Don't. I want you inside of me." 

I didn't listen to her. I wanted to taste her pussy before I fucked her. I gave her pussy a long lick from the bottom up to her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhh Goooddddddddd....." she said again. But instead of pushing me away, she put her hands behind my head. I started kissing and licking her sweet pussy as Emily thrust her hips at my face. I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I licked her up and down. She tasted so good. I started licking the alphabet on her pussy, and by the time I got to "G" she was getting ready to cum again. I pushed two fingers back inside of her and sucked her clit into my mouth. Emily clenched her legs around my head and came hard, coating my face with her sweet nectar as I sucked on her clit. She came at least twice before I released her clit and lapped up all her juices. She came again and pushed my head away. 

I positioned myself over her body as we kissed again. I could kiss her like this forever, I thought. My cock pressed against her virgin hole as we kissed, the head trying to push its way inside. I broke our kiss and took my cock in my hand. 

"Are you ready," I asked. 

Emily nodded slowly. 

I eased my cock inside of her, watching as first the head, then the next couple inches eased inside. I let go of my cock as I held myself up over her and pushed slowly. As I hit her hymen, I stopped. We kissed again, my cock halfway inside her. As we broke our kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Emily," I reassured her. 

"I love you too, Jake." 

I pulled my cock out until just the head was inside, then thrust back inside of her. I felt her hymen break, as I slid all the way inside her tight pussy. Emily cried out in pain as I took her virginity. I wrapped my arms around her, and whispered, "It's OK Emily." 

She kissed me lovingly, and I knew she was alright. Slowly I pulled out of her, before thrusting again. Each time I drove my cock inside of her she moaned, making me fuck her harder. I arched my back to take her breasts into my mouth as I thrust my cock in and out of her cunt. Again and again I slid my cock inside of her, bringing her closer to cumming again with each thrust. I was barely pulling out of her before thrusting back in, slamming my cock deep and hard inside of her. As I fucked her over and over, I could sense her orgasm building. I sucked harder on her nipples as I tried to drive my cock deeper inside of her, not even pulling out, just pushing deep and hard in her cunt. Emily screamed out, and came hard, coating my cock with her sweet juices. I held still while she came, her muscles squeezing me deep inside of her as she came. Her orgasm subsided, I started thrusting again but it was too late. I thrust deep into her pussy one last time, and exploded in my own orgasm. 

I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum inside her, shooting over and over into her pussy. Exhausted, I slid my cock out of her well-fucked pussy and laid next to her. The scent of our juices filled the small room. Emily rolled next to me, wrapping her arms around me as she laid her head on my stomach. 


A Dark & Stormy Night



The small plane shook briefly. Kurt seemed tense, and Judy simply turned pale and held on.

"I think we should find a place to land, sweetie," Kurt said in his nicest, everything-is-ok voice.

The weekend getaway was spur of the moment. It was easy to hop in Kurt's 2-seater single prop plane and go to Napa, Tucson, or New Mexico in a few hours. Often, when time allowed, Judy and Kurt would fly to little, out of the way places just for fun. That was the plan they had for today.

The summer storm came upon them quickly and, seemingly, from nowhere. Kurt, a seasoned flying veteran, lowered his altitude and started looking for a place that could accommodate his plane.... 

Judy, not wanting to look down, was still drawn to the window. Below her the lovely green countryside of the Central Valley was in full bloom. Rain and irrigation had turned the typically brown hills verdant and alive. Above, roiling clouds seemed to coalesce into a tight mass, ready to deluge the valley below. Off to the far right, a small farm seemed to grab her attention.

"Kurt! What about that," Judy asked, pointing.

"Lets take a look," Kurt replied.

He banked the plane sharply, turning toward the small farmhouse and flying ever lower until he was just above the ground. Judy held her breath, and gripped the door handle, as the plane began to drop the final few feet onto the road below. The plane bounced, lurched, and finally began to roll slowly toward the farmhouse.

When the engines cut, both tumbled out just as the sky opened and the rain began. It wasn't merely a sprinkle, or even what some would call a driving rain... It felt as though someone, far away, was angrily throwing buckets of water at them. In an instant, they were soaked to the skin. They both ran to the small house and pounded on the door. Even under the extended eves of the porch, the rain still assaulted them. They knocked, pounded, hollered and, just as they were about to resign themselves to drowning, the door creaked open. 

Standing there was a tall, ruggedly handsome, and muscular young man. He wore a thin tee shirt that looked as if it would disintegrate with the flex of a single muscle. His jeans were worn and too short, revealing oversized boots that appeared to be from the 20's. It was obvious that his attention was drawn to Judy, her aerobically toned body, light eyes, and shoulder-length light brown hair. 

"We're stuck here until the storm blows over," Kurt explained, trying to draw the stranger's attention away from Judy. "Can we stay here tonight," he asked.

"Um... Well, I reckon you got no choice seeing as the rain's not gunna let yall fly outa here t'nite." Judy restrained herself forcefully from laughing. This muscle-bound Adonis sounded like a real yokel. "Even by Central Valley standards, this is a bit much," she thought to herself.

He stood aside, holding the door open, and ushered them into the front room. They stood there, dripping. 

"Hello there! I'm Kurt," said Kurt, holding out his hand. 

"I be Zeke," said Zeke. Kurt glanced at Judy, who was surreptitiously biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. Zeke seemed unable to tear his eyes from Judy. It was as if he'd never seen a woman before. Judy felt flattered at first, but soon began feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"You follow me," Zeke said, moving to the stairs that led to the 2nd floor of the quaint house. Up they all went, and soon were in a small but cozy bedroom. Zeke opened the closet and pulled out two heavy terrycloth robes, tossing them on the bed. "Till yer wet clothes dry, wear these. Then come down and I'll fix ya somethin hot."

"Thank you for your kindness, Zeke," said Judy, trying to be friendly.

Zeke nodded, backed out of the room, and closed the door.

Finally alone, Judy started laughing quietly. "Jeez, Kurt! Zeke sounds like someone from another time and place!" 

"He's got the hots for you, though," Kurt replied. "Don't tell me you didn't notice!"

Judy, tilting her head to one side, said softly, "He is kinda dreamy... NOT!" Both of them laughed as they stripped down, hanging their wet clothes over the brass footboard of the old fashioned bed. When both were naked, they picked up the heavy robes and put them on. They were soft, warm, and felt wonderful.

----

A warm glow came from the potbelly stove in the kitchen, and steam bellowed out from the black cast-iron kettle. Kurt and Judy sat at the dining room table, watching as Zeke poured the boiling water into a beautiful vintage teapot. The smell of brewing tea rose up into the room. Zeke replaced the delicate teapot lid, and slid a tea cozy over the pot. While the tea steeped, Zeke brought out two cups and saucers.

"Tea be ready soon," said Zeke.

"Are these our guests, Zeke?" A strange voice came from behind them, compelling both Judy and Kurt to turn quickly. Walking toward them was... well, it had, at one time been female. It seemed that this ancient woman had been freeze dried and thawed about a million times. She seemed to be paper-thin leathery skin draped over a frail skeleton. She moved easily, though, stood without stooping, and her eyes were dark, but shining. Her gaze seemed to pierce Judy's body like a laser beam.

"What's your name, sweetie," she said to Judy.

"Judy, ma'am," said Judy.

"What a perfect, pretty name for such a perfect, pretty girl."

"Why, thank you," said Judy, blushing. "What, may I ask, is your name, ma'am."

"Well, you can call me Ma for now," Ma answered. "But your hair is a mess... All tangled from that nasty storm. Let me comb it for you," Ma said, producing an antique comb, ornately carved from bone.

"It seems like such a bother, Ma," Judy said. "I can do it. Why don't you sit with us?"

"Nonsense, girl," Ma replied forcefully. "I haven't had much call to comb my own hair, and yours is so pretty." Ma moved behind Judy, and started pulling the comb through Judy's hair with amazing force.

As Zeke began pouring the tea, Kurt said, "We're really thankful for your kind hospitality, Ma."

"Oh, think nothing of it, dearie," Ma replied, still loosening Judy's tangled hair. "We was about due for a visit, wasn't we, Zeke?"

"Yes indeed we was, Ma," said Zeke, laughing nervously, glancing at Judy. He placed the tea in front of Judy and Kurt.

"Drink up while its hot," said Zeke.

"Yes," Ma said, "drink it all up!"

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Judy came suddenly awake, disorientated in the country darkness. The heavy covers of the bed pressed down against her naked body, and she could hear Kurt's breathing next to her. Suddenly, she realized that her body was stiff, and she couldn't move at all. She tried to turn her head, to wiggle a toe, to open her mouth... all without success. Judy's mind raced wildly. She forced herself to stay calm, knowing that, in a few hours, Kurt would wake and help her.

Suddenly, she sat up. It felt as if she were a puppet, a marionette, being pulled and manipulated into turning her body, standing, walking, opening the door. In her mind, she screamed! Terror flowed through her as her body moved itself, quite naked, down the stairs. The soft light of candles illuminated the kitchen, and she saw Ma wrapping hair from the bone comb around her bony finger. 

"That's my hair," Judy thought. 

Judy stood there, immobile. Ma turned, and walked over to her. 

"You're a fine specimen, sweetie," Ma said, running her bony finger across the soft skin of Judy's arm. "You'll do just fine!" From within her blouse, Ma withdrew a long hatpin. Judy felt herself take the hatpin in her right hand, and jab her left thumb sharply. Pain shot up her arm, but she could not cry out, or even shed a single tear. Ma squeezed a drop of blood from Judy's thumb, wiping it on the hair wound through her fingers.

Ma turned back to the candle burning near the stove. She whispered and muttered words in some undistinguishable language. It sounded like an incantation.

"Fourva coolet caloova iltie fidish jupik elt." Ma wound Judy's hair through her fingers, and Judy felt Ma's control of her strengthening. 

"Oh please," Judy thought, "please let me go!"

"Fourva coolet gelaga efret fidish kapey elt!" Ma's voice, dusty and dry, seemed to grow stronger.

"This must be a terrible dream," Judy hoped, silently.

"Fourva coolet etabrah nortu fidish petek elt!" The candle's flame grew brighter suddenly.

"Why can't I wake up," screamed Judy, in her mind.

"FOURVA COOLET FORTUVA NETAH FIDISH CILSET ELT!" Judy realized that her voice was speaking the words now. Suddenly, everything went black.

------

Judy awoke gently, feeling tired, stiff, and a bit sore. She opened her eyes and realized that she was outside, lying naked on the grass. She gazed down at her body, and it was gone. In its place was a desiccated shell, skin and bones. A scream began deep in her chest but, as it rose from her mouth, it was quiet, like dust.

She heard a noise, and turned her head with great effort. There was Zeke, and Ma. 

"Ma has my body," Judy thought in terror!

Zeke was working hard, sweating in the morning sun, as he shoved a spade into the soft, moist soil, broadening and deepening a rather large hole. Judy began to crawl toward the hole and, at the edge, recoiled in horror at the sight of Kurt's lifeless body lying in the cold ground. Judy began to crawl away desperately, but the frail body wouldn't work for her. Ma, now young and strong, walked over and picked her up easily. 

"This is a nice body you've given me. I'll be sure to make good use of it."

Carrying Judy's frail frame easily, Ma walked back to the edge of the hole and threw her in. Looking up, she saw Ma slip her arm around Zeke.

"Thanks, again, for the body, Judy," Ma said, smiling. Giving a nod to Zeke, he raised the shovel and brought it down hard on Judy's head with a loud metallic ping.



A Dark and Stormy Night



It was a dark and stormy night and she sat on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her. The change had come through an hour ago and what had been a sultry warm evening was now chilly. She had pulled a throw around her and over the dusky silk top and bottom she had chosen to slip into after a long day at work. The sun had fled from the sky and she was reading with the lamp on, periodically illuminated further by the spectacular lightening quartering the Sydney sky. Rain lashed at the glass and she tightened the cover around herself before resubmerging into her novel. Not her usual fare but a woman at the school had recommended it as she knew the author. She meant to ask the woman next time she saw her just how well she knew the author! The book was at best erotica and bordered on aspirational porn as far as she could tell. She was only on chapter two but the heroine had already been taken in three orifices several times, and at least once at the same time. It was hard , if you pardon the pun, to see how he would fill the remaining 18 chapters. Perhaps she became a nun? Anyway, at the moment the heroine was bent over a dinning room table, her hands tied to the table legs. An intruder forced her legs apart and pulled her skirt roughly up over her bottom. Despite herself she felt her bottom squirm a little at the thought.

As she did a tremendous crash of thunder rocked the windowpanes and there followed a loud knock at her door. She was startled by both noises. She wasn't expecting anybody and who would want to visit in this weather? She hesitantly opened the door to find him standing there dripping wet. She hadn't seen him for a while but he didn't seem to have changed much if one ignored the copious amount of water running off him.

"You're soaked!" she said.

" Ever the observant one, can I come in?" he grinned.

"Not like that you cant. Take the wet clothes off first before you drip on my carpet" she instructed.

Again with a grin, he shrugged off his jacket and then pulled the equally wet t shirt off. she could see his chest was wet as he was soaked through. As she looked, he slipped off his boots followed by a sodden pair of jeans. He was left with a pair of trunks darkened too by rain. He raised an eyebrow and hooked his thumbs over the waistband. She shouldn't have been surprised but she still felt herself blush as he pulled them down and kicked then off. He was clearly still into shaving and his penis seemed to have a life of its own, starting to swell as she found herself staring. She looked up.

"Can I come in now?" he asked.

"Yes, um, of course' she replied, opening the door wider. He slipped past her ducking down slightly to kiss her cheek. As he did his cock brushed gently against her thigh catching slightly on the silk.

"I see you are cold too" he remarked looking pointedly down at her chest, which replied in kind. She blushed again and turned slightly away.

"Would you like some water?" she asked.

"I think I have had enough already!" he replied in decline. 

As she hovered a little away from him he picked up the book and started to read where she had left it open. She darted forward to try and retrieve it but he turned a little to one side and caught her with his other arm around her waist. 

"Not so fast darling. I just want to see what you are reading. Maybe I have read it too!?" he said as she squirmed a little. 

She didn't know whether it was her tight against his hip or what he was reading but she watched his penis growing before her eyes till it was hard and rather purposeful. His balls, which had swung so confidently when he had walked in, were now tight and high and she felt herself grow wet herself. 

"So this is the sort of thing you like to read about is it? " he asked with a smile.

"No not really, its just a book i borrowed. Its not very good really" she replied somewhat embarrassed.

He turned towards her and putting the book down held her at arms length. He smiled at her.

"I don't believe you. Its not well written I grant you but I think you like the plot! " 

She didn't answer but her own arousal was rapidly dispelling any earlier chill. She looked down at his cock as it pointed towards her and then looking him in the eye, raised an eyebrow by way of answer. 

He pulled her forward and kissed her lips. Softly at first then with more force as their tongues fought for dominance. His cock pressed into her stomach and she felt a drop of moisture staining her silky top. She moved her hands to cup his naked bottom but he dropped his own arms and grabbed her wrists rather firmly. Stepping away he moved to grasp her wrists in one hand and then pulled her towards her wooden kitchen table. He swept the curtain material off in and pushed her forward so she was face down on the wood. Stepping around the table he kept her stretched out uncomfortably by holding her firm with one hand while with the other he picked up some curtain braiding. With that he lashed her wrists together and then tied the other end off to the edge of the table.

He bent down and kissed her face. Then she lost sight of him. He turned out the light and then it was only the lightening that spasmodically light the room. She couldn't hear him move but then felt her ankles being tied to opposite legs of the table. She was now having to go on tip toe to relieve the pressure on her wrists. She wiggled her hands to see if she could loosen the braid and was rewarded with a firm smack on her bottom. Another followed. He was smacking her hard and she felt her bottom smart and glow. A third blow was delivered before she felt his face resting against the inside of her thighs. he was now kneeling behind her and started to gently kiss her thigh just above the knee. he worked himself up kissing her as he went. When he reached her silk shorts he edged the material aside with his nose and continued to kiss her. Just as she felt his face touch her soft blond hair he stopped and started the same with her other leg. This time though he didn't stop and pulling aide the silk with his hand he started to kiss her lips. His tongue licked her long and hard, probing between her outer lip till he tasted her own excitement. He drove his tongue as deep into her as he could before flicking back faster over her clit, his face pushed up hard to her forcing her to pull against the ankle ties. She never let herself come this way but she knew he liked to lick her and would do so for hours if she let him. So she was surprised when he stopped so suddenly. He stood up and she felt the silk bottoms pulled to one side again. she heard the tearing of a foil packet. " We must keep to the script sweetheart'" he said " and I believe now the villain takes her roughly with little foreplay!"

With that he pushed his hard cock deep into her. Aroused as she was she was still wonderfully tight and she sighed as he first entered her. He pushed right in to her pushing his hips up against her buttocks. Again she felt the pain in her ankles contrasting by that oh so warm pressure inside her. He started a firm hard rhythm pushing her again and again into the edge of the table. He reached around her and fondled one of her breasts. He pinched the hard little nipple in time with his thrusts. The other hand he slipped around her hips. Finding her clitoris he pulled back the lips so it was taut and exposed. Matching the rhythm he started to rub it. Each time he trust into her he pushed down on her clit to feel his cock meet from inside her. Time started to blur for her as she felt the pleasure build in her. The pain of her position only added to the sense of control she had handed over. His hand slipped from her breast and she felt him lean back a little. His thighs nudged hers further apart and she felt his thumb slip into her bottom. Again he matched the rhythm and she begun to feel the pleasure build in her. She pushed back into his thrusts, which he took as encouragement. He increased his pace and angled his thrusts so the pressure was increased on her clitoris. She started to pant and without stopping her own movements she began to gasp. Little gentle intakes of breath and soft moans that went on for several cycles of the lightening. He continued to rub her till he saw her head rest on the table. She continued to grip his cock firmly but he knew she was no longer in her own world.

"And now I think the book says..." he said before she felt him pull his still thick cock out of her, the rubber still taut and empty at the end.

He hadn't come yet. She heard him pull the condom off and then the head of his cock pressed against her bottom, significantly thicker than his recent thumb. She hadn't read the rest of the page but she recalled the first chapter and had a good idea what was next. He pushed himself into her till his thighs were once more pressing into her bottom. She could feel his penis throbbing as her tight muscles gripped him. He began to move in and out causing her how groin to move with him. She relaxed and it stopped hurting like it had initially. he had both hands on her hips now as he fucked her bottom faster. A different rhythm this time to the one he had used to make her cum just earlier. He was faster and deeper. Even so she felt her vagina warm again as it was pulled and pushed by its neighbour. He moved his hand around so one held her lips apart while the other proceeded to push three large fingers into her vagina in time with his cock in her bottom. 

No gentleness here. He rubbed her hard and fast. She started to grind her crotch against his hand. The room light up with electric light and she realised with a surprise that she was nearing another orgasm. She was so full and all her nerve endings were tingling as her skin was being stretch and pulled. She could hear his breathing being faster and his balls were hard and high as they banged into her perineum with each thrust. She arched her back and let out a surprised cry as she came. As her muscle taunted he too gasped, called out her name in pleasure as he pumped spasms of semen into her bottom. He gently slipped his hand out of her and rested against her as he caught his breath. Then slipping completely from her he untied her and carried her rather used body to the bedroom. Lying her down he curled up beside her pulling the duvet up over them both. 

"Do you think the clothes will be dry in the morning out there?" he murmured, but she was already asleep.. 



A Dark & Stormy Night



"Silky, I want you to do a full sex evening with a friend of mine. OK?" George asked a routine question.

"Does full sex mean anal, too?" I was always a little worried about that, though I really liked it. Some guys are just not gentle, and sex in the ass feels really good if it's done right, but not good at all if it's rushed. In Porno movies I've seen lots of men shove it in; I don't know how the girls do it, because I've got to be ready.

"Only if you want to... you know how it works. I never ask you to do anything you're not willing to do. This one has a twist, tho'. There is a chance that you & he might run into each other in public, and so I don't want either of you to know who the other is."

"What do I do, fuck him with my eyes closed?"

"He would still see you, Red," George smiled tolerantly.

"Oh. Yeah. Duh."

"What I have in mind is to set ya'll up in a dark room, where you both operate by feel. I'll put you in the bed, naked, and then let him come in and feel his way. When he gets to the bed, he'll strip, and then climb in with you. After a couple of hours, he reverses the process, and when he leaves, I'll get you."

I was intrigued. It would mean I had sex with a total stranger, and I wouldn't ever know who he was. If George worried about our meeting, then any man I met anywhere might be the one I had screwed. He would never know of my green eyes or fire red hair, and I would know nothing about him. Fun!

So a few weeks later I was in a hotel suite, with the curtains closed and duct taped so there was no trace of light. I peed, left my clothes in the bathroom, and cut off the light. No fluorescence. No glimmer, no trace. Ink everywhere! Even when I went spelunking I had a flashlight!

I crawled into the bed without falling over anything. God, what would I do if the man hurt himself on the way? I'm not a paramedic, or even a Wilderness First Responder. And I had to keep the lights off!

Fortunately, that was not the case. I heard a door nearby, then footsteps. Fabric whispered, zippers unmeshed, a belt clunked to the floor. I felt the shift in the mattress as he sat on it, and then a double plopping as one shoe followed the other. Then he moved next to me, and his hand touched my arm. George had emphasized that no words would pass, so I just guided his hand to my breast.

His body heat warmed me, and his uncallused palm gently rubbed flatly across my nipple. His hand continued to my further arm, and pulled me. At first I didn't understand, but he insisted and slowly rolled me onto my stomach. His hands sculpted my shoulder blades, and he massaged my trapezius muscles with powerful strokes. His grasp slid around to cup my lats, and then he thumbed each and every ridge of my spine. The tips of his fingers trailed the sides of my breasts as he went down my back. He knew how to touch a woman!

When he compressed the rounded globes of my ass, I was afraid. Was he going to try anal on me? I wasn't near ready for that! What would I do? How would I stop him without saying anything? I knew I couldn't forcibly arrest his actions. His strong thumbs pushed hard against my ischial tuberousities, the bottom of my pelvis. 

He spread my stronzo with that motion, which was very pleasant, but still a little scary. His face touched the back of my leg, and he buried his lips in my crack. I expected a tongue, a rim job, an anal probe; instead he gently nipped my flesh, repeatedly, just at the margin of leg and ass. I began to flood. He continued to caress my cheeks, and I realized he was interested in touching my velvet smooth skin, in feeling my parts, every part from head to toe. With that awareness I unwound, and welcomed his embrace.

He passed my moist divide, and instead griped my right thigh. His vice-like hands crushed that limb, in a very pleasant way, as he worked down my leg to my foot, and handled that extremity with dexterity. He nibbled my toes, sucking my largest into his mouth in an open kiss. If I had had the elasticity, I would have returned that kiss in kind. I could only shiver and lubricate in response. 

Now when he reached for my upper left leg, I invited his overtures, and spread my legs to give him better access to anything he wanted to touch. He replayed his downward travels, and I struggled to remain silent. I wanted to squeal in joy. 

I became the aggressor, as I rotated to a supine position and explored his arms. I touched hairy forelimbs that were muscular and tight. No ring met my fingers – he was mine alone – he was devoid of watch or jewelry. I explored further north, and found broad tundra, filled with power and covered with fine filaments. 

He ran fingers up to my neck, and then traced my jaw, and turned my head. Our lips met, and the eternal struggle began. Soft on soft, firm on firm, he entered my mouth with vigor and then retreated before my sally. Our flexible appendages entwined and each attempted to persuade the other to yield. 

I braided my fingers into his full head of hair, an identification I could not miss. His mouth brought no whiskers with it, another marker.

His other hand slowly encircled my breast, exerting just the right amount of pressure to arouse me. His fingertips flicked across my nip, and he knew he was doing it correctly. I could already smell my own miasma, although I had long since been aware of the wetness from whence it came. Mixed among my aroma I noticed his: sun and wind and smiles and soap; happy memories.

The hand that had guided my oral connection tripped down to my collarbone, then along my arm, and pulled that around him. I mirrored my arms with my legs, so that I hung from him like a sloth, tho I was much more active. He continued to give me mouth to mouth resuscitation, or perhaps it is 'susitation' since it wasn't a repeat. Gently he lowered his body onto mine, so that a whisper of frottage assailed my labia. He was large and hard and I was soft and wet. 

He rolled and put a hand between us. His roving titillation produced an innuendo of touch from my knee to my labia. By the time he had repeated that move a dozen times I said a prayer of thanks that we still kissed, else I would surely have violated the rules and begged for manumission. 

So languidly I thought I imagined it, one digit slipped within my folds. He found no barrier as the slickness I had produced was enough for an entire company of men. So another joined, and another and I impaled myself with delight. The impetus for my motion filled me to overflowing, and indeed, I overflowed onto the sheets and his hand.

Then he withdrew my pleasure, and I moaned with need. I could not keep completely silent. As I had hoped and knew inside my secret heart, he guided his manliness to my gates. I reached, and touched his lesser (?) head. There was a foreskin I could slide, and slide I did as he became the one who gasped.

Then all foreplay died, as he pierced me with his missile, and my orifice grew tight around his size. I could not see what ambient shade of abergine topped his shaft, but I could feel it move within me to my core. He was thick, and long, and lovely.

Again and again, he pulled back to take better aim, then landed in the bull's-eye every time. Even Robin Hood could not surpass his feats. I wrapped my legs tighter around his, and loved the feel of his hairiness under my calves. His speed increased as he plowed deeper and deeper within my warmth, and I rose to meet him with all the urgency he showed to me.

His back stiffened under my clawed hands, and then he rammed so furiously I could not keep pace. I felt his discharge deep within me, and smiled a private smile into his chest with pleasure at his delight. 

His motions pushed me to my own rapture, and I squeezed his penis with all the force my uncontrollable spasms could generate. My jactations nearly threw him from the bed. Slowly I regained my breath, and slowly his member dropped out of my introitus. 

Again I was bold and brazen. I curled, fetal like, so that I could reach his dripping cock. I enfolded it into my little pouty estuary, and trilled his knob. I scavenged my own juices, and his, as I sucked along his noodle. At first it was hard, when it wasn't hard, then it was easy when it was hard. My efforts produced a swelling of his organ that pleased me but was not its own reward. 

That gift I gave him as I gyrated prone, and pressed my gluteals against him, inviting that which I had feared. I heard a tiny gasp as he understood my message, and again guided his missile, but to another orifice, one already tight, but loosened by my cumming so that I was ready for invasion. He stormed my beaches and claimed my anus for his own. Deep within me he pushed, and I propelled myself against him to take him in completely.

Over and over he filled my asshole, and over and over he slithered out. The angle with which he struck me differed from my vagina, but because I had reached a plateau of limpness, it stuck true. Soon I exceeded him in speed, and fucked my ass onto his dick with urgency. He strove to stay with me, but could not. 

Could I have spoken, I would have screamed "Fuck me, fuck me, scopami!" But I had been forbidden. When I passed the point of no return, and clutched his maleness with all the power of my rectum, I pulled every sperm he had into my waiting darkness. 

We collapsed, he above me, and we breathed each other's air until our hearts were slowed (but never stilled). Eventually, he rolled aside, and the video of his entrance ran in reverse until the door closed and he was gone. My body wept tears of many sorts from multiple orifi.

I gave George a glowing report, and said I was ready for a repeat at any occasion. 

"Some other time, perhaps," he said.

Several weeks later, I was in comparative anatomy class, and had to ask Dr. Felder a few questions about the latest quiz. He stood at the podium, engrossed in another student, and I lightly touched his arm. It was a hairy forelimb that was muscular and tight. I sniffed in surprise, and inhaled the smells of sun and wind and smiles and soap. My eyes went wide, and I turned and walked away without a word. Some other time, perhaps.



A Dark and Stormy Night



It is a dark and stormy night. Now, how often have you heard a story start out that way? However, it is true; this is one of those late autumn, or early winter, nights. The sun sets early. At the end of a work day people make their way home in near darkness. Dark, really dark, skies happen when the cloud cover is so dense none of the light, from whatever phase the moon happens to be in, can penetrate the clouds and every star is completely hidden by the dense masses of building clouds overhead. Far off in the distance can be heard a few rumbles and the sky shows an occasional flash of lightening. Any one listening to the rumbles would know the storm is coming nearer. Cate doesn't really mind the thunder, but she knows her little dog, Chipper, doesn't like the weather and will be cowering in a corner of the living room, or under the bed, anticipating more thunder and rain. 

When she finally opens the garage door, it is just before a still distant, but bright flash of lightening, lights up the interior of her garage almost like mid-day. Breathing an inaudible sigh of relief, she drives her car into the garage and closes the overhead door. She collects her handbag, suit coat, and overstuffed briefcase, carrying them inside, and dumping everything on the kitchen table. 

First things first, right? It is a struggle. She feels bad that she must force the small dog to open her mouth, but she finally gets half of a tranquilizer tablet down the dog's throat and moans to herself, as the little terrier slinks away to cower in fear and find her bed in the corner of the den, where she will sleep for the next few hours. Tomorrow Chipper will be friendly, but sluggish, for more than half of the day. But at least she will not have a heart attack, caused by the stress of trembling, panting, and agitation, a result of the night's disturbed weather. 

My turn, Cate thinks, as she takes her suit coat, handbag, and briefcase, and walks across the den where she leaves the briefcase on one end of the couch. Another flash of lightening precedes the rumble of thunder, a little louder than the previous ones, as she walks down the hall to her bedroom and begins to undress, wishing, perhaps, she could find a similar escape from the storm. After hanging the suit on the closet door, so it will air out, she puts her blouse and underwear in the hamper and turns on the water in the bathtub, but changes her mind and pulls the showerhead diverter instead. She stands under the hot water for longer than usual, trying to relax and loosen the tense muscles in her shoulders.

Eventually she makes it to the kitchen, where she opens a can of soup and makes herself a toasted cheese sandwich. She cannot think of anything else to fix on short notice and is not very hungry anyway, but if she does not eat something, she will be hungry before bedtime. Lunch was late and there was too much of it, probably adding to the sluggishness she felt all afternoon. Through her kitchen window, she looks at the skies, silent lightening flashing above the low cloud cover. She does feel much better after eating something and is finally beginning to relax.

Making herself comfortable in her favorite chair, Cate opens her newest book to the first page and begins to read. The dark sky is still reverberating with the low rumble of distant thunder and is lit by an occasional flash of lightening. A light splatter of rain falls and then stops. She tries to give little concern to the storm as it gets nearer. Her world around her should keep her from harm. She is now safely home for the evening, hoping she will not need to go anywhere for the weekend either, although there are several things on her "To Do Today" list. Besides, she is so engrossed in her book she is not giving much attention to anything but the steamy situation, in which the heroine has found herself. 

The book is an escape mechanism Cate often uses when a full day of stress ends with dissatisfaction, when she can do nothing about the accumulating mess in her office. She is finished with a day of too many telephone calls, too many details that are still to be decided upon, and a week when no one seemed to be helping. Instead everyone seemed to add additional paperwork to the already too full file that has to be reduced to a ten page report she hopes will be read. Maybe a quiet weekend will get it all into some kind of order inside her head and she can begin to assemble something that will spark an interest in the few people who will bother to read it. Her supervisor should be putting the report together, instead of leaving it on Cate's desk with a note, "Fix this trash. I'm out of town Monday."

The sudden ringing of the doorbell startles her and she jerks. She jerks again as a loud clap of thunder sounds as if it is only a few blocks away. Then she chuckles at herself as she pushes herself out of the overstuffed chair to see who is at the front door. When she looks through the small window in the front door, she recognizes Henry Tierney, one of the company partners, with whom she has little more than a nodding acquaintance. In such a large company, it is not surprising, people at the lower end of the middle management staff, have no opportunity to know the executives on the two floors above her much smaller office. 

Cate opens the door and greets one of her bosses, "Good evening, Mr. Tierney. Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can invite me in before I am struck by lightening", he says, with a light hearted grin, as a long low rumbling comes from the dark sky. He looks behind him and says, "That thing's getting closer all the time."

"Oh", she opens the door wider. "Wow, it really is getting worse. I haven't been paying much attention. I'm sorry, yes, please come in."

She moves back and takes a few steps into the large, dimly lit, living area and asks, as politely as she dares, "Ah... is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, probably a couple of things, but just one for this visit." 

Although he looks at her when he speaks, it seems to Cate that everything he says is spoken to some area below her chin rather than looking her in the eye, as she would have expected from someone in his position. She is also somewhat nervous, not expecting anyone from the company, much less one of the partners, to come to her home. 

When she glances down, she realizes she is wearing only a thin nightgown. Her nipples are very prominently showing through the sheerness of the lacy material. Trying to disguise her movements, she slowly crosses her arms across her chest and watches the friendly smile on his face change to a look of disappointment. "Ah, you said you need something, sir?"

"Yes, well ... you see, I have these new sales totals... ah... that I wanted to make sure were included... in that report ... the report you've been working on." While stumbling around for words, he is pulling several sheets of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Oh, okay", Cate says holding out her hand for the papers, which Mr. Tierney does not seem to be willing to let go of. "Those are probably what I was looking for earlier today."

"Did you bring that file home with you?" he wants to know. Both of them jerk and look toward the patio doors as a boom of thunder is heard and the back yard is lit by lightening.

"Yes sir, it's in my briefcase", she says a little louder than necessary. And then she lowers her voice, to add. "I thought I might find a little time this weekend, away from the constant ringing of the telephones, to try to sort through all of it." While saying this she walks across the room, turns her briefcase over and unzips the sides, laying it flat on the ottoman in front of her reading chair, without realizing she is giving him a good view of the low back of her nightgown and her rounded bottom. 

When she turns around to take the papers from him, she sees he has followed her across the room and extended his other hand as if to touch her. She can do nothing more than stand there looking at him. It is a moment that lasts longer than either of them would care to guess. They stand silent, lips slightly parted, his hand extended as if to touch her and her hand extended to take the papers from him. 

"Catherine?" There is softness in his tone of voice she did not expect. It does not occur to either of them that he has called her by her real name, not the nickname she usually uses, nor the "Miss Preston" most of the officers use to address her.

"Yes?" 

"My name is Henry. Would you mind very much...?" His voice pauses.

"Yes?" She does not know why he did not finish his question.

"What I wanted ... to ask ... is ...," again, there is a falter in his voice.

"Yes, Henry?" She does not know what he wants, nor does she know what is happening to her. She is trembling and having difficulty breathing. A small twitch at the corner of her mouth cannot decide if she wants to smile.

"What I really want..." As he said this, he steps forward, slowly lifts his hand, and rests the backs of his fingers against her collarbone. He watches his hand going slowly down her chest across the slope of her breast as a shiver go through Cate's body. 

"Beautiful", he breathes, barely louder than an exhale. He lowers the outstretched hand, takes another small step forward, and slips it around her waist. Ever so slowly, as if he would let her move away if she wanted to resist, he gathers her close to his body, enjoying the feel of her warmth. Gently, waiting for some resistance, he presses his lips to her slightly parted mouth. 

Cate's breath catches softly, as she feels her breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest, while the kiss deepens. She feels his tongue run across her lower lip then slip gently between her lips, not deeply, just a slow, soft, slide from one side of her mouth to the other. All she can do is close her eyes and feel his tongue probe farther to engage her own, and then slowly slip out of her mouth, to brush her upper lip before he raises his head and looks at her. He smiles and says, "I really enjoyed that. May I kiss you again?"

Cate is unable to do more than give a faint nod. She does not hear the papers he is holding flutter to the floor, but she does feel his arms wrap around her tighter, gather her as close as possible. His kiss deepens while her arms move up to his shoulders. His kisses grow deeper, harder, and then became light and gentle. When he releases her lips, the kisses are on her cheek, her eyelids, at her temple, and then capturing her mouth again, as if he will never let it go. Sooner than she would like, he slowly withdraws his mouth, leaving her mouth wet, her eyelids fluttering, and her lips tingling. 

As he raises his head he tells her, "I have wanted to do that ever since the first time I saw you. But I was afraid to risk a rejection. I wanted to ask you to dinner. I dreamed of holding you, to feel your softness. I want to run my hands through your hair and let the sparkle I see there, drift between my fingers." 

As quickly as he began talking to her, he stops and just stands there with a soft smile on his face. He puts his hand to the back of her head and brings her head toward him, to rest against his shoulder, his head to one side, resting on top of her head. He stands so sill, while he holds her. She hears and feels the beat of his heart as it slows and his breathing return to normal. And still, he holds her, planting an occasional kiss to the top of her head, while he moves his hands up and down her back. The embrace becomes so comfortable she does not want it to stop. 

She feels a rumble in his chest before she hears him chuckle, then say, "You have no idea how often I've imagined kissing you. I've even dreamed of what you would taste like. And now, I'm frightened that I may have ruined it by being so forward."

Pushing gently against his chest she leans back slightly so she can look at him and asked, "Why?"

"Why what, Sweetheart?" He bends forward slightly, to look into her face, giving little thought to the endearment he used.

"Why are you frightened? I think I was kissing you back", Cate admits, a faint, fleeting, smile going across her face.

"Yes, you were, and I loved every moment of it." The smile leaves his face and his voice lowers, "But, I don't want it to stop there. I want more of you. I want to feel every inch of you. I want to taste you. See how bold I can be", he tells her. But he does not wait for her response, "I want to feel you yield to me, and see you blush from the tip of your nose to the tips of those soft breasts I can feel against me." With intensity in his voice, he adds, "And I want it now."

She doesn't know what to say, so she simply smiles. A sudden flash of light and almost simultaneous crash of thunder overhead startles them, sending their elongated shadows across the room and up the opposite wall. A second flash, brighter than the previous one and a long rumbling roar of thunder causes Cate to shake and look at the uncovered patio doors. Surprising even herself, her smile turns into a gentle laugh as she feels herself lifted, his arms tight around her, until her head is above his. Unaware she can be so bold, she pulls his head forward for more of the most delicious kisses she had ever tasted. 

As he lowers her feet to the floor, she takes his hand and begins to pull him toward the back of the house. It is a brazen move she does not bother to examine, and cannot explain, but it feels so right. She leads him to the bedroom, to the side of the bed, throws back the covers, and pushes his shoulders so he will sit down. And then she steps between his knees. When he moves his face forward to rest against her, his arms lift to her back to press her against him. She bends over him, her arms around his head, and feels the intimacy of the moment flutter through her lower belly. His face turns and his hot breath is against her breast. His opened mouth seeks one nipple through the thin nightgown. She knows he feels the tremor in her body. He suckles for a few moments, seeks the other nipple, and further tremors reach all the way to her core. 

His hands glide down, sliding over the silky fabric of her nightgown. Reaching to gather the hem of her nightgown, the material collects on his wrists as his hands slide up the back of her thighs. One hand comes around and slips between her thighs to brush the curls between her legs. Her breath catches and she hears him say, "I knew you would be this wet. I just knew it. I must taste you."

In a movement she has no idea how he manages to accomplish, which brings laughter from both of them, she is flat on her back, on the bed, with his face between her legs. A low groan comes from his throat. His hands slid under her to lift her hips. His hot mouth is resting against her heat while his tongue goes out to separate her lips. He tastes her wetness, sending thrills through her body and causing her inner thighs to quiver. 

For a moment, their attention is drawn to the window above the headboard. They see a bright flash, seen through the light splatter of rain falling down the glass of the window. The flash is followed by the long low moving rumble of thunder and a second flash before the rolling thunder ends.

Still in his suit, his necktie hanging almost in her face, he is above her, lowering his mouth to capture hers, sharing her taste with her. His knees hug her hips and the crotch seam of his pants strains from his spread knees and his growing erection inside. He lowers his head, to rest beside hers. "Please don't rush me", he whispers. "I want to enjoy you."

When he lifts his head to look at her, Cate's hands come up to hold his head, "Yes, but I think we need to get some of these clothes off you, first." 

He nods easily, "I can do that, yes. But, I do not want this to be one selfish night of me taking pleasure from you."

He slides back and stands in front of her. "Catherine, do you want me?"

Lifting her head and rising to support herself on her elbows, she boldly answers, "Yes Henry, I do."

He holds out a hand, taking the one she offers, and pulls her to stand in front of him. She watches as he removes his suit coat and puts it on the back of the chair across the room. He stands before her, removing his tie and shirt, then sits to take off his shoes and socks. Cate takes one step forward, but Henry holds up one hand to stop her, as he unbuckles his belt, lowers the zipper and removes his pants before putting them over his coat.

He stands before her, in his boxer shorts, unashamed of his erection pushing against the front of his shorts. He offers his hand, and grasps her hand when she gives him her own. Pulling her toward him, he slowly lifts her hand to place it on his shoulder and holds it there. He puts his other hand on her waist, and although she would move closer to him, he holds her away. "A storm like this stirs the blood and causes people to seek shelter. May I offer myself to shelter you?"

Unsure what he is asking, or why she agrees, Cate nods. She does not resist when he gathers her into the circle of his arms, pressing his erection against her. Without thought, her arms move to hold him, resting against the muscles of his shoulders. His kiss is gentle, a slow slide across her lips. He rests his forehead in the crook of her neck and moves his hands down her back, to pull her hips tight to him as a shudder goes through him.

Heavy rain splatters on the window above the headboard of the bed, and rolls down the glass. Neither Cate, nor Henry, has attention to give to the storm. Their entire beings are absorbed in each other as his mouth begins to explore hers. He presses his tongue between her lips and sucks her tongue into his mouth. He nibbles on her lower lip and offers his own for her teeth to explore. He tastes her, pushing his tongue under hers and strokes upward, doing it over and over giving her a sample of how he will delve between her lower lips when he lifts her hips in his hands. The tip of his tongue swirls around the tip of her tongue.

Her breathing increases until she is panting, when his hands come around to hold her breasts. She presses herself against him, capturing his palms against her nipples, moving her body from side to side. He lowers his mouth to the softness of her neck, tastes the skin over the pulse which beats frantically as her voices expresses her wordless pleasure from his ministrations. 

"I have to touch you", he begs, putting his hands as far down her thighs as he can reach and begins to lift her nightgown, while the silky material slides up her legs. Gathering the nightgown in his hands he lifts it, slowly pulling it over her head and dropping it behind her.

"Oh my god", he says as he bends, resting his hands on her hips, his face between her breasts, and then slides his hands around her to cup her bottom, then he straightens, pulling her against his hardness. He takes a deep breath, drops to his knees, and looks up at her, as if he would worship her beauty.

"Henry, Henry, please", Cate begs. 

"Yes, sweetheart, a moment please", he responds resting on his haunches as he circles her ankles with his hands and lifts them slowly up her calves to rest for a moment at the back of her knees. He leans forward to rest his face in the curls of her sex and takes a deep breath. He brings his hands to the outside of her thighs as he rises, going up the sides of her, feeling the flare of her hips, the indentation of her waist and still upward to her breasts resting his thumbs in her cleavage. His hands cup the fullness of her and then his hands travel up to the cap of her shoulders, where his hands rest while he leans forward to kiss her gently.

He brings his hands down her arms and holds her hands, backing toward the bed, taking her with him. He lays her gently on the bed and moves to lie beside her. Brushing her hair from her face, he traces each of her eyebrows before bending to kiss her. 




A Dark and Stormy Night



His blood pounds in his veins. He is no longer interested in soft gentle kisses. His hunger shows when he presses his lips to hers. He pulls her body to him, his strong hands moving down to mold the cheeks of her bottom. His head goes down to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks the areola into his mouth, and sucks harder still until she is arching her back. He flicks his tongue across the nipple until it too is hard. He moves to the other breast as his body moves down, his mouth trailing kisses and wetness down her, his tongue dipping into her belly button and coming to rest against her sex. 

He is hungry. He uses his thumbs to open her, buries his face in the wetness of her and groans his appreciation of her taste, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her. Her breathing increases as the tension in her body grows. She hears her voice as a long low moan that grows in intensity until she is almost screaming as loud as the thunder is exploding outside the windows of her bedroom. 

Half on the bed and half off, he explores her, tastes her, pushes his tongue into her tenderness, and devours her. He slides his hands under her thighs and lifts her knees, holding her open while his mouth finds her nub of pleasure. He lifts her hips and pushes his face into her, strokes her with his tongue, and tastes her nectar, yet is unable to reach her depths.

He moves her legs over his shoulders as his hands rest on her stomach then go down between her legs to hold her open. He sucks on the hard nub, nibbles it with his lips as he holds her hips in place, when she moves beneath him. She feels his finger probing. His hand turns while one finger finds the interior bud no man has ever found before. She has never experienced this kind of arousal. She can feel the sensations as he stimulates her, sending thrills throughout her body. He knows exactly how to stimulate the bud until the shudders and moans began again, lasting longer than before. She feels the gush of her climax, the wetness bursting as tiny drops cover her thighs and hears a whispered, "Delicious." 

He plays with her, flicks the nub with his tongue, brushes his teeth across the top of the nub, and buries his face in her, feeling the muscle contractions of her climax. She tries to move away from him as thunder overpowers her cries of pleasure and lightening flashes against her closed eyelids. Her whimpers are wordless sounds of distress at the constant stimulation as he takes her to another height and slows as he watches her face and hands thrashing. 

Her hips move against his face, seeking more and moving away when another crashing climax sends shudders through her body. As she comes down from the height of her climax he is slowly pushing into her, rocking and pushing farther, feeling her lift her hips to accept him, deeper and deeper. The crash of thunder masks her moan of pleasure and his mouth on hers takes her words of pleasure for himself. 

He rests a moment for her body to accept him and then pulls out until only the head of his shaft in resting inside her. He thrusts hard, again, and again while he lifts himself above her to watch her face as she gives herself to him. He changes the angle with shallow strokes and then slams into her, pulling a faint grunt from her, each time he bumps against her as his balls slap her. He is relentless, with his size he controls her, with his weight her overpowers her, with his endurance he gives her pleasure she has never known. 

As the storm crashes around them, she climaxes. As the lightening flashes outside the window she screams her pleasure. She feels the tension in his body as his thrusts grow in intensity and depth. Her head moves from side to side as her climaxes came over and over.

And then she hears the roar of his laughter. He makes one last hard thrust into her as more thunder heralds his approaching climax. His shaft expands. His balls draw up. He jerks against her. His movements are no longer a steady rhythm. She feels the heat of his release while shudders go across his shoulders and down his back. His head jerks back with each spurt into her heat. Supporting his weight above her, his muscles burn from his exertions, but he will not move. He does not want to separate himself from her. 

He can no longer support his weight above her. As the rain falls, he withdraws and holds her, soothes her and brushes his fingers down her arm. His fingers trail down the center of her body, across her sensitive flesh. She shudders, trembles, jerks through the mini-earthquake aftershocks and breathes deeply, her arm around his neck, fearing to let go and be left alone with the terror of the storm outside the window. 

Some time later in the night, half-asleep, half-awake, she feels him stir. His hardness is against her, she pushes back against him in an unmistakable invitation. She feels a throb from him and pushes again. 

His soft kisses on her shoulder turn into more searching kisses as he works his way to that magic spot below her ear, causing her skin to break out in chills. Feeling his breath in her ear, she shivers, moves her body onto her back and reaches for his hardness. Not listening to any other need, she rolls over and moves her body on top of his.

She raises her head and begins to plant kisses on his forehead, then his eyes. She feels the overnight growth of his beard rub against her cheek. Finding his lips, she treats him to the same probing kisses she experienced from him earlier. She sits up, astride his hips and uses her hands to explore his shoulders, the hardness of his chest and both small erect male nipples. Her teeth give each nipple a soft nip and her mouth works its way down to his hot soft belly. 

When she uses her knees to separate his legs, she slips farther down, capturing his hardness between her breasts. His hands find their way to her head and she feels his fingers threading through her hair. She rubs her hands up and down his chest, and down to the stiff curls around his hardness. Moving farther down, she tastes the tip of his erection and feels him shudder. 

With a very gentle touch, she put her hands around the length of him and slowly slides some of that hardness into her mouth. Her tongue works around the tip, feeling for a sensitive area on the underside of the tip. The slow motion of the up and down movements of her mouth causes him to groan. In the quiet of the room, after the storm, the sounds of her enjoying the taste of him, gives him a thrill. She uses one hand to form a cup to cradle his balls, giving them a gentle massage and feels the increased tension in his thighs pressed against her shoulders.

Her head moves up and down, taking him deep into her mouth. She lifts her head to swirl around and around the head of his shaft, before going back down, taking him deep into her mouth. She tastes him, enjoys him, and moves to the rhythm he sets as he lifts his hips to meet her mouth. 

She slides up, lifts herself and slowly plants the entire length of his hardness inside her soft, wet warmth. As she moves, his hands go around her hips to show her the rhythm he wants. Learning what he wants, giving him what he needs, their intensity increases until he shifts his body, rolls both of them over without loosing contact and takes over. Using his strength, he moves both of them in a rhythm that allows the tension to grow. She feels the change of his pace as he twists and moves to find every sensitive spot that pleads for his stimulation. 

Before she realizes it, her groans are announcing that his movements are creating a tension, which builds until she is moving her head from side to side and raising her hips to increase the penetration. With a sudden rigid arching of her back, she feels her own spasms holding him inside her. He slows, intensifying her climax, but does not stop the rhythm of deep and shallow thrusts, until there are more spasms and a gushing, warm, wetness that comes from her, followed by his own shuddering completion. Then there is silence as his weight settles on top of her, his mouth finds hers and he rests his head beside hers, while their breathing slows and their heartbeats calm. 

He whispers in her ear, "It isn't supposed to begin this way, is it?"

"What isn't?" She asks, just barely able to say words that make sense, as his hands hold her face for his mouth.

"A courtship", he answers, easily, as he rolls to the side and gathers her into his arms, tucking her head in the curve of his shoulder. "I think I'm supposed to pursue you, take you to dinner, show you how interested I am, and then convince you to allow me to make love to you."

"Oh, well, yes", she answers and then chuckles. "I think that's how it's usually done." 

"We left a few steps out, didn't we?"

Cate nods, not sure what she is supposed to do next.

"Sweetheart, are you as confused as I am?"

Cate starts to move away from Henry, but he holds her tighter. "No, please don't move, I'm enjoying this", he tells her, putting his hand up bring her head to his for a soft kiss, before allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Yes, I am confused, but not about where to find shelter on a dark and stormy night."

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A Dark and Stormy Night



The thunder crashed like an artillery shot. Jimmy Randolph sat up in his bed and looked out the window. The tempest was raging, pouring inches of rain from the sky. A lightning bolt struck the tree in the backyard accompanied by another huge clap of thunder. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bedroom door swing silently open then shut. He could barely hear the patter of feet approaching his bed. 

"What are you doing in my room Diane?" he demanded.

"The thunder and lightning scared me. I can't go back to sleep. Look at me. I'm shaking like a leaf!"

"What am I supposed to do about that?" Jimmy asked.

"Can I lay down with you for a while, just until the storm is over? Please Jimmy! Please!"

Jimmy looked at his little sister. She was shaking and starting to cry. He held his arms open and she jumped into bed with him, hiding under the sheet.

"I can't believe that an eighteen year old girl is still afraid of a little noise," he said.

"Well you've been in the war so you're used to it. We civilians aren't. Be nice Jimmy."

Jimmy slid under the sheet with her. She snuggled right up next to him. 

"Hold me Jimmy! I want to feel safe."

He put his arms around her and hugged her to him. His nose was in her hair. She smelled so good. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. He kissed her forehead and she wriggled into him. At last she felt safe. Maybe if mom and dad had been here she wouldn't have been so frightened, but they were on a trip to Sao Paulo. She heard his breathing deepen and she knew he was asleep. She dozed off too.

A couple of hours later another big thunder clap jerked her awake. Somehow she had gotten her back turned to him. She could feel his erection resting against her butt. His hands were on her tits. She didn't know what to do. She wiggled her butt back into his throbbing cock. He made a few involuntary strokes against her ass crack. Many times when he was overseas she had dreamed of just such a scenario. She couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

She reached between her legs and rubbed his growing cock. She slid her panties off and pulled his dick from his shorts. It was the first time she had ever touched a real cock. It felt smooth and soft, yet hard. Briefly she wondered what it tasted like. She maneuvered her ass around so her pussy was over the end of his cock. Suddenly she felt his hands tighten over her tits. 

"Does this mean you want to fuck me?" he whispered.

"It means I've wanted to fuck you for the last four years. Are you gonna take my cherry?"

"So, you're a virgin huh?"

"Yes I am Jimmy. It's all for you. Please don't make me go away. The storm is still raging and I'm not sure I could take it if you made me go back to my room. Please let me stay," she whimpered.

"Of course you can stay. I've wanted a piece of your pussy ever since I got out of the Marine Corp. But I'm not going to just stab you with my cock. We've got some things to do before I take your innocence."

"What do we have to do?" she asked fearing the worst.

"Well Diane, I'm going to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. Then, when you are nice and hot and wet, we'll do it."

"Do I have to be on the bottom when I suck you?"

"No honey, you can be on top but you'll be on the bottom when I take your cherry. Now let's stop talking and get on with it."

He rolled over so she was on top of him with her pussy pointed right at his lips. His tongue reached out and lightly licked her almost bald pussy. She really tasted good, better than those foreign chicks he had banged.

"What do I do now?" she shyly asked.

"Just put my dick in your mouth as far as you can and start sucking. No teeth!"

Her hot lips engulfed his swollen cock and she sucked as hard as she could. He felt her stiffen when he sucked her cunt into his mouth. He licked and sucked and finally caught her clit in his lips. She let out a little muffled scream around his cock. Her clit was pressed between his lips and he was rubbing it gently with his tongue. 

Dianne had rubbed herself off a few times but she never suspected that something could make her feel this good! She was quickly losing control of herself. Her eyelids fluttered. She slipped over the edge and came like a freight train but she couldn't scream because Jimmy's cock was half way down her throat. Jimmy was licking up as much of her juice as he could. He felt her muffled scream on his dick and knew she had cum.

He pulled his cock from her lips and scooted around beside her. "Now's the time," he whispered.

"Yes, yes, do it now," she begged.

Kneeling between her hot, quivering thighs he let his cock slide up to her opening. She was tight but she was very wet. He felt her cherry pop just as he entered her. She gave a little scream as he slid into her. "You're so tight and wet," he moaned.

"It hurt a little when you popped me but not as much as my girlfriends said it would. I love it. We're fucking now, aren't we?"

"Yes honey and we can keep doing it for as long as you want. I hope you're protected because I'm going to cum in you, deep in you."

"Just fuck me Jimmy. I don't care about protection. I wanna feel your hot baby juice inside me."

Jimmy was sliding in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. She started to wriggled and moan. "Oh God I'm cumming!" she cried. Jimmy could feel her juices flooding around his throbbing cock. He slowed his pumping until she got ready for the next onslaught.

"When are you going to shoot?' she murmured.

"Pretty soon," he panted as he once again picked up the pace. His hips were a blur as he riveted her to the mattress. 

"I'm cumming again!" she screamed.

Jimmy felt her tighten around him again and drove into her as far as he could. She was cumming hard and he squirted as deeply into her as he could get.

"I feel it! I feel it! Don't stop!" she puffed excitedly.

They collapsed together in a sweaty quivering heap. She had a death grip on his body and he was squeezing her hard.

"I never suspected that sex was that good," she gasped. "I wanna do it all the time!"

"We can do it all day and all night until mom and dad get back. After that we'll have to figure out a way to do it without them catching us."

Jimmy's cock slowly deflated and slipped out of her. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?" she asked with a worried look on her face.

"No honey, this is something that will happen every time we do it. It'll just take a little while for it to come back to life."

"Can I just hold it until it comes back?" she asked shyly.

"You can do anything you want with it. It belongs to you now."

Her little hand wrapped around his wet dick. She dozed off with a smile on her lips. He poked his finger into her pussy and went to sleep.

Jimmy awoke an hour later feeling himself being jerked off. His finger was still in that wonderful wet place so he felt for her G spot and rubbed it gently. 

"Oh! Oh! I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed. "What did you do to me? I never felt anything like that in my life!"

"I gave your G spot a little massage. Did you like it?"

"It was incredible. Now I want to watch you squirt. What do I have to do?"

"Just run your hand up and down my cock. I'll tell you when to go faster. Keep your face away from the end of it unless you want a cum shower."

Her hand was rubbing up and down his cock as she squeezed it harder and harder.

"Faster! Faster!" he groaned.

She felt it swell in her hand and then it was shooting baby juice into the air. She couldn't resist sucking the last few dribbles from it. 

"My dumb ass girl friends said it would taste terrible, but I like it," she declared and then started licking up the cum splattered over his body.

Jimmy lay quivering on the sheet as he came down from the wonderful experience. 

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he moaned.

"I know I'm in love with you," she shyly replied, "What are we going to do about it?"

"My plan is to keep on fucking you until I go back to college next month. You can enroll at the same school and we'll live together. Mom and dad will go for it because it will save them some money if you tell them you don't want to go to that fancy girl's college. Oh, by the way, get some birth control pills or we'll have children before we're ready for them."

"I like that plan. Let's go take a shower and then come back here and fuck some more."

Jimmy picked her up and carried her to the shower. She got down on her knees and closely examined his cock. Then she did an inspection of his balls. She felt them roll in her hands.

"Does it hurt when they move like that?"

"No, it happens all the time. Don't worry about it. I really like the way you squeeze them."

They played shower games for half an hour or so and then he pulled her out of the shower and dried her off. 

She lay on his bed and he did a close inspection of her pussy. It had the cutest little clit peeking out of its hood. He couldn't resist. He licked it. Then he rammed his tongue into her while she wriggled and moaned.

"Fuck me again Jimmy! I'm so ready!"

His cock impaled her and she started her love motion. He propped her legs up over his shoulders and drove into her as far as he could. He felt her shudder when he hit her cervix.

"Oh Jimmy, that is so good. I could just die right now!"

Another thunder clap boomed across the sky and she jumped like she'd been shot. 

"I'm so thankful for this dark and stormy night. It has brought me more than I could have hoped for!" he exclaimed as he squirted another load of semen into her.

Her eyes sparkled as she said, "I could get used to thunderstorms!"



A Dark and Stormy Night



She always started her stories with 'it was a dark and stormy night' as a kid, and to this day her mother still loves to tease her about it. She first told her 'dark and stormy night' story when she was 6 year old, riding in the back of her grandparent's vehicle; 18 years later the Afton sat in the driver's seat of her grandparent's car thinking about that story while she drove down the rain soaked highway. She was taking her grandmother to the hospital for the ump-tenth time since she'd moved home and was not really looking forward to the next couple of hours while her 'Mimi' met with her doctor yet again. Thankfully, she had remember to bring her book and her music, happy would not have to stare at the space waiting room walls while hoping someone interesting to watch walked through the room. After her Mimi was taken back Afton settled in to a terribly uncomfortable waiting room chair, popped her head phones in, turned on her iPod, and cracked her book. 

It was another of her smutty books, and she loved them dearly. She couldn't remember when she'd fallen in love with that type of book, maybe when she had gotten the job at the YMCA 7 years ago, but ever since she'd sought out numerous titles with the same underlying themes: Vampires, Wears, and Sex. This one started out dark and steamy, and within minutes she was already immersed and had almost completely forgotten she was sitting in a hospital waiting room. Her favorite character, Zane, a vampire from Ireland, had just broken the news of what he was to his love after some steamy sex and was explaining himself while Isa, a wear-leopard, was busy sucking the dick of her boy toy Finn, another wear-leopard in the next room when Afton was shocked out of the almost trance like state the book had her in when her Mimi touched her shoulder. Amazed that two hours had go so quickly she glanced at the book to see how far she'd read. Damn, almost halfway through, she thought as she closed it, tossed it in her purse and followed her slow moving grandmother out of the waiting room and to the car. 

It was a thirty minute drive from the hospital to home, and Afton was once again in the driver's seat with her mind straying as her grandmother slept in the front seat. Her thoughts went not to her 'dark and stormy night' past but fixated on her planned evening with friends. Afton and two of her girl friends had planned on going dancing that evening, after going out for some 'classy' dinner and getting trashed at one of their apartments. Surprisingly, Afton found herself excited about this evening, though it would usually repulse her; she had recently ended things with her boyfriend of just over two years and needed the...well she wasn't actually sure what she needed from the planned night, but it felt right, and so she remained excited. These thoughts kept her occupied as she drove home. 

At 3:30 pm Afton dropped her grandmother off at her house, switched back to her car and drove the short drive back home. Once home she made a beeline for the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower. Hoping her mid-day shower would ensure her plenty of hot water, she stripped naked and looked at her chubby form in the mirror. She knew she had a pretty face and some large, nice boobs but beyond that she didn't like what she saw. She'd always been a heavy girl and was slowly trying to be less so, but the progress was slow and, even though she'd lost 40 pounds, she didn't see a change. She sucked in her tummy and took one last glance as she stepped toward the waiting steamy shower. Blessedly the water was hot, like she liked it, and she grabbed her razor and shaved her legs and nether regions until they were smooth and hairless. Pleased with that she washed her hair, washed herself, and stepped out of the shower refreshed. Shocked by the cold air of the bathroom Afton's nipples hardened and she couldn't resist giving them a little rub. She hated that she liked doing that, but found herself doing it anyway and enjoying it. Looking at the clock radio hung on the wall in the bathroom she was surprised to see that she'd managed to take a 30 minute shower and hurriedly dried off and wrapped herself in the towel so she could get to work on the tangled mane that was her hair. 

Her hair was still dripping wet and after being rubbed with the towel looked like something the members of Flock of Seagulls would have envied. She laughed at her reflection while reaching for her brush. A moments work later and her, black looking, hair was pin straight reaching to just below her shoulders. She fixed her bangs so they were off to the side some and not poking her in the eye. Hoping the hour and a half she had until she met her friends would be enough, she decided to let it air dry. Still wrapped in her towel she walked back to her room to being the lengthy task of choosing what to wear. She'd never gone to the club her friend Sam had chosen, and didn't really know what kind of crowd to expect so she decided to just stick with simply sexy clothes and went about gathering the various garments that fit the theme. After donning her favorite lacy undies, matching bra and her 'nice ass' jeans, she began the arduous task of picking a shirt. 20 shirts later she decided on the oriental looking shirt her mother had given her for Christmas. It was lavender with beaded designs all over it and showed off her hefty ta-ta's nicely, but not in a trashy way. Pleased with her choice she moved back to the bathroom and finished getting ready; she had gotten her mostly dry hair brushed straight again when Sam and Beth walked in (she had unlocked the door earlier anticipating her friends arrival). 

As usual the girls looked perfect in their outfits. They were both much most accustomed to the club scene and each had on a pair of fuck me heels, skin tight pants, and a fantastically flattering shirt. Afton couldn't resist welcoming them in the 'nicest' possible fashion: 

"I hate you, you skinny bitches," she said as she closed the door behind them and went to locate her own pair of frighteningly high heels. People seemed to think that she couldn't walk in heels; so naturally, Afton loved to wear her high, high heels and watch in amusement as she proved them wrong. 

The girls followed her back to her room laughing and saying 'Hi' in unison. Once Afton had her feet tucked in the shiny black heels, the girls made their way out to Sam's car and were off to their first stop of the evening, dinner at a local Thai restaurant. The place was probably the size of a large walk-in closet, seating maybe 20, with an open kitchen but they girls loved it and their Pad Thai was fantastic. They had a long dinner, chatting about all sorts of things and teasing one another about what they planned to do later that evening at the club. After dinner they went to Sam's apartment and the liquid courage started flowing. By 9 that evening the three of them had managed to make a bottle of Captain Morgan disappear and they were finishing up a batch of Margaritas Sam had decided to make. Already well on their way to being completely trashed all three girls put the finishing touches on their make-up, and met Zach at his car; poor boy had agreed to d.d. for them that night. They all got in the car and sped off in the storm to the club. 

Lightening streaked the sky as they arrived at Grenade about 15 minutes after it had opened. The thunder boomed and the rain came in sheets Thankfully, thought he club was already pretty full, there was no line and they were all four ushered in without issue. After each of them had a drink in hand, Zach had a coke while the girls had various mixed drinks, they headed toward the dance floor; being ever the ladies man, Zach immediately had his attention caught by a hot blonde and was off in a flash to work is 'magic', as he called it, on her. The girls, being sadly stereotypical in this situation, opted to dance in a little circle, giggling at each other as they each other as they occasionally tossed in a goofy dance move. Afton was in her final crunching motion of the 'sprinkler' move when she spotted a group of gorgeous men staring their way. Completely embarrassed, Afton dropped her arm and, red faced, went back to moving conventionally along with the beat. The girls were still giggling when the men approached their little group; now all three of them were blushing with embarrassment, but they continued moving to the beat as the guys each picked one of the girls and began dancing with them. 

As they danced Afton looked at her friends new dance partners and was delighted to find that, though they were easy on the eyes from across the room, they were drop dead gorgeous up close. She was hoping that her partner was just as nice looking and she chanced a turn that put her face to face with the man behind her. She was astonished, not only was he every bit as lovely as the other men, he was better. His beauty was almost otherworldly; he had a face that was both strong and soft at the same time, beautiful lips smiling over perfect teeth, light teal colored eyes that positively sparkled as the club lights danced over him, a lovely nose and it was all framed by his long, curly, brown and gold hair. Afton nearly froze to the spot when their eyes met, the only thing keeping her moving were the hands that had suddenly appeared on her hips, gently pulling her to him and moving her from side to side. She stood mesmerized like that for a good minute or two until he smiled wider and laughed a little; the sound a deep rumble in his chest. With his laugh the song ended and they stopped moving briefly, long enough for her to ask his name. 

"My name is Zane, "he said with a smirk. Afton's eyes grew wider and she remained unmoving though the music had started again. Zane's face was suddenly concerned and he asked: "Are you ok? Is there something wrong?"

His voice breaking her sudden brain freeze she stuttered out: "N n n no, sorry. I'm ok. I just...I love that name and it's the name of one of my favorite characters in a book series that I read. It's a beautiful name, sorry." 

He hugged her close to him and laughed. "Well I'm glad you like my name, I was worried I had done something to scare you away. Now that you know my name, why don' you tell me yours?"

"Oh! Where are my manners! I'm sorry again. My name is Afton and the girls your friends are, well...ah, grinding on, are Sam and Beth". Afton was still a little shocked as she started swaying with Zane again. She had not realized it until he had said his name that he looked exactly like the man she pictured as the character Zane as she read her books, even the eyes were right. It frightened her a little, but also excited her. She had fantasized about her mind's version of Zane since she had read the first book in the series and often fell asleep thinking of what they could do together. Could her dreams be coming true?

Half listening she heard Zane introduce his friends as Finn and Les. The name Finn throwing Afton for another loop, but this time she was able to remain composed and moving in her fantasy man's arms. She nodded her 'hello's' to the men practically dance fucking her friends and turned back to her dance partner. Their stares locked again and she felt as if he was drinking her in with his eyes. She felt him move against her, still moving to the music, but beginning to grind on her more as the music changed tempo. She suddenly found herself in a similar position as her friends and, being the shy one of group, was embarrassed; in an effort to loosen up to follow his movements she gulped down her half full drink and waiting for it to take effect. His face was right next to hers before she could process the movement and he asked what she was drinking. She replied "Captain and Coke". She found suddenly alone, annoyed she straightened up and looked around her, annoyed. Her friends were still dancing in a fashion that I had to wonder at its legality with Zane's friends. The four of them didn't seem to take notice of her standing their alone and this just annoyed her more; she hated being alone on the dance floor, so she started to make her way to the bathroom to check her make-up and catch a breather from the uncharacteristic amount of dancing she'd been doing. Halfway there her arm was grabbed and she was spun around to once again face the man of her dreams. 

"Where do you think you're going sexy?" he said, practically yelling to be heard over the music. He was carrying a large drink in his hand, and he handed it to her. She accepted it and bringing it to her lips caught the familiar smell of Capitan and she took a hearty swallow of her liquid courage; she sensed she'd need it as the man watched her intently as she drank. Seeming to sense that she desired a break from the dancing Zane led her off to a booth near the dance floor. Afton was glad for the chance to sit for a while, more so that he'd chosen a seat where she could see her friends. What she didn't immediately notice was that it was one of the circular booths and as she scooted she realized that the two of them were about to meet in the middle. She stopped just short of touching him and he seemed dismayed but stopped moving as well. That sat in silence, just watching their friends gyrate around the dance floor, until he finally broken the quite between them. 

"So what are these books that you like reading so much?" Her eyes snapped up in surprise, not expecting him to speak, and she caught the mischievous and almost knowing smile creeping across his face. She reddened at the thought of having to admit to it, but couldn't help it as she blurted out: 

"It's the series called Seduced by Night; I've been reading them for years. I think the one I'm reading is the 20th that's been put out". Embarrassed by what she'd just let slip from her mouth she performed a perfect face-palm and spoke again. "I can't believe I just said that. You probably think I'm some crazy, desperate girl who's obsessed with weird-o sci-fi stuff. I could have told you anything, but I couldn't help myself. Damn. So. Embarrassed!"

Zane chuckled and shook his head at her admission and the embarrassed rambling that followed. Completely mortified, Afton began scooting out of the booth, still mumbling sorry's. Much to her surprise Zane pulled her back toward him and this time didn't leave space between them. She just looked up at him, her mortification still showing clearly on her face – eyes almost screaming the apologies and embarrassment. As their eyes met yet again she no longer felt stupid about her admission, but was surprised to find herself feeling a strong urge to close the distance between their lips. For the second time since they'd met that evening her eyes pulled a deer in headlights, but she didn't look away. As if reading her mind, he closed the distance himself, and as their lips met she felt herself take a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and melted into his arms and the kiss. 

The kiss continued for what seemed like forever to Afton, and she was the one to break it, needing to breathe. She sat back, she had lifted herself up some so that they each had better leverage for the kiss, and caught her breath. Zane was looking at her with hungry looking eyes and a grin that nearly had her back in his lap, the only think keeping her seated was her need to slow her breathing. His eyes traveled over her as she watched him and tried to calm her heartbeat. She finally had herself back to almost normal and decided to check up on her friends, they were still on the dance floor with Finn and Les; comforted a little she finished the drinking in front of her and looked back to Zane. He was still looking at her, though it had changed from a hungry to a smoldering curiosity; between the look he was giving her and the overall look of him in front of her Afton was suddenly happy she had opted for underwear tonight, otherwise she would be in danger of looking like she peed her pants, he made her so wet. Afton couldn't help herself any longer and lunged at him stealing another kiss, which he seemed more than happy to accept as he nudged her lips apart to allow his tongue in. 

Afton was lost to the world as the kiss deepened and his hands roamed. By the time she came up for air he had one hand cupping her jean clad ass while the other prepared to tweak her left nipple through shirt and bra. Normally this situation would have caused her to stop dead and likely stop anything else from happening, but she wanted what was happening and her mind was clouded with alcohol and lust for the man pinching her tit. Seeming to notice Afton's resignation to what he was doing, he dipped his head toward her and pulled her into another kiss. As they continued she completely gave in to Zane. She felt his hand on her ass move and slowly snake inside her jeans and begin massaging her ass skin to skin, and it pulled her deeper in to the ecstasy that was building up. 

They were moving, she could feel his hips shifting underneath her as he scooted out of the booth, and suddenly her feet hit the floor. For a moment Afton thought they were heading back to the dance floor and looked that way only to see her friends no longer where they were. Beginning to lose the buzz from the booth make-out session, Afton searched the crowd for her friends. She spotted them and Zane's friends walking toward them. Relieved, she melted back onto Zane, who was now leading her willing self toward his friends and a door near the back of the club. The six of them met up and, without saying anything, moved to the door; all of the girls were too far gone with their guys to even notice the others around them as the men moved them fluidly through the now enormous crowd. The door closed behind them and the sounds of the club were muted. They were in a hallway with five doors, all of which were open. Finn and Les led took Sam and Beth and separated in to two of the open rooms and shut the doors behind them. Instead of going into the open door across from the two, now, occupied rooms Zane led Afton down the hallway to the closed door and pulled out a ring of keys. She looked up at him, a little surprise showing in her hooded eyes, as he opened the door and let her into a large room. 

Once in the room Afton looked around and noticed that the walls were painted a beautiful red, there was a large desk with a variety of papers scattered about, a squishy and large couch, and a couple of pairs of hand cuffs sitting on the floor near the couch. Just as she noticed there were no windows Zane grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into another kiss. The initial shock of the kiss wore off and she opened her eyes and found herself staring into his beautiful eyes yet again, they continued kissing but she couldn't seem to look away or close her eyes. One hand was holding her in place now, as his other hand roamed about her body grabbing, massaging, and pinching in places that made her grind against him and occasionally moan. Still she was staring at him as she felt herself losing all her inhibitions and giving in to the feeling of him touching her with his cool hands and kissing her deeply. He didn't stop kissing her as his free hand lifted her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra exposing her lovely breasts. Feeling suddenly self conscious, Afton broke the kiss and went to cover herself up. Zane stopped her.

"You are beautiful Afton. You're body is wonderful, and I'm going to explore all of it, and you're going to love it." Staring, still, into his eyes she relaxed again and let him move her arms to cross around his neck. Instead of resuming the broken kiss he lowered himself further and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping it until she moaned loudly. He moved to the other nipple and did the same while moving his hands to the button and zipper of her jeans. Ever so slowly he undid her pants and kissed his way down to her mound...lowering lowering her pants as he went. Afton threw her head back and let out another moan. 




A Dark and Stormy Night



He massaged her there for a moment, feeling the moistness of her underwear he looked up at Afton. She was practically glowing with pleasure at his ministrations. She writhed a little as he put a hand up to tweak a nipple. 

"You like what I'm doing to you don't you my pet," he said as he tweaked her nipple again. She writhed again and gave a breathy affirmative. "I make you wet don't I? You want me to keep going don't you?"

"y..ye..ye..Yes. Oh my God, yes" was all she could manage as he slid a finger under the lacy panties. 

"Do you really want it? Really?" He pulled the finger out and went back to rubbing her mound with his palm. He stood up and kissed her hard. "How badly do you want it Afton?"

She was going crazy with what he was doing to her; the kiss nearly drove her over the edge. She couldn't seem to find her words anymore. All she managed was a breathy moan while she nodded her head. "You'll have to do better than that" Zane had moved back down to her tits and was going back and forth between her nipples while still rubbing her mound. He slipped his finger into her panties again, "Tell me where you want me"

Afton moaned out "Everywhere" as he moved the finger out. "What do you want me to do to you" he said as he bit down on her left nipple. 

"Anything" was nearly screamed, "you can do anything you want, I'm yours" came out a moment later as he closed his mouth around hers again. 

Zane kissed her deeply, cupping her nether regions as he did so. "That's what I wanted to hear, my pet". He broke the kiss and moved toward the couch, Afton followed him like a puppy dressed only in her panties and heels. When she reached him she undid his shirt and rubbing over his bare skin pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She laid her face on his muscled abs and went to work on undoing his pants; she pulled them down boxers and all and was pleased to see an enormous erection suddenly pointing at her. She reached for Zane's penis, but her grabbed her hand and used this to twirl her around and sat her down on the couch. It was every bit as comfy as she thought it was going to be but she was surprised when it folded down into a bed, like a futon. 

Wasting no time, Zane put himself over his 'pet' and rubbed against her while kissing her deeply. He took a hold of her hands and raised them above her head. To her surprise she suddenly found hands cuffed to either side of the couch. Her eyes widened in a flash of fear and Zane smiled big, sensing her fear, and leaned back down to kiss her again. Afton fought the restraints fruitlessly, and this seemed to make Zane even more eager with his kiss. She felt a stab of pain as he nipped her lip and began sucking on it. Afton tried to fight the sensation, but gave up...she was loving every minute of this and her body responded, bucking against his body. She lifted her legs to wrap around him, hoping to pull his throbbing manhood into her. Once again he stopped her, giving her left boob a slap. "Not yet, pet. I get to play with you first". With this he slithered down her body and placed his face right above her dripping pussy. 

He tweaked a nipple and she moaned and closed her eyes. Still hovering over her, he grabbed the waistline of her underwear and slowly pulled them off of her. He sat up on his knees and just looked down at her. Missing his touches she opened her eyes and met his gaze once again. With his eyes locker on hers he lowered his head and thrust his tongue deeply into her pussy. 

That was it, she lost it right then, and there. The orgasm shot through her body causing her to scream out in pleasure, and left her shaking and breathless. He let her recover for just a moment and said mouth still at her pussy, "Look at me, pet. Watch me fuck you with my mouth". She did as he asked, as he latched onto her nether regions. His tongue sought out her clit and found its prey...licking circles around it. Afton's involuntarily followed the circling motions trying to drive his tongue deeper into her, the pleasure building again. He reached up and with both hands rubbed her tits while he began sucking at her pussy while continuing to lick her clit. Afton moved her legs, once again trying to wrap them around him. This time he grabbed both thighs with incredible strength and pinned them down. "No, no, no pet, I'm in charge here. You are mine now." At his words Afton struggled once again with the cuffs and with his iron grip, to no avail. "Still trying to get away? I can't let that happen" he said as he stared directly into her eyes again. She stilled under his gaze and felt like she should say sorry, but what surprised her more was that she had the urge to call him Master. 

Once again he seemed to read the thought as it ran through her mind and he said, "Yes, you should call me that. That's what I am now. You told me earlier that you were mine, and I full well plan on you being just that; mine in every way. Now how to punish you for not doing as you're told, hmm..." With these words he sat back up on his knees and from behind him, produced a handful of rope. "I know what I'll do, pet". Afton was surprised when he hopped off of her and pulled her legs apart, tying each of them to opposite side of the bed, leaving just enough slack so that she could bend her knees. She struggled against these restraints too, but knew it was pointless. Zane got back on top of her then and, looking her dead in the eye said "You're mine, say it, pet. Tell me that I belong to you." She started to not answer but then he put his mouth back to her nether regions; she couldn't stop herself from saying it...

"I..I...I'm yours. Take me, please"

With her words he looked back into her eyes, smiling triumphantly, "that's right, pet, now purr for me". And he put his tongue in her pussy again. She purred, for him and more. Afton was purring and moaning and bucking against him as the pleasure built. She could no longer control herself, and gave over completely to the pleasure, mind hazing over competently. Her vocabulary dropped to just one word, "yes", but she repeated it over and over again. 

Zane kept pushing her pleasure, driving her mad with each swipe of his tongue while she writhed and panted beneath him. She was begging for him for release with her eyes. With one last, extremely deep thrust of his tongue he pushed her over that edge and the orgasm flowed over her in waves. He sucked on her pussy while the waves of pleasure rocked her body against his mouth. Finally through with her the orgasm left her limp and breathing heavily on the couch. 

She weakly lifted her head to smile at him. "Holy shit Zane, that...that was AMAZING". 

"Oh, we're not finished yet, pet." And with that he untied her legs and undid her hand cuffs. He lifted her up so she was seated between his legs and whispered in her ear, "I think now I'll fuck your mouth". And before she realized what she was doing Afton leaned over and began sucking his huge cock, sliding her tongue around the head and underside as she took as much of him in as she could. Zane hissed and lay back enjoying the sensation. She grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other while she, ever so slowly, moved her mouth up and down his cock. "Faster, pet...oh, yes". Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock and he began to move his hips in motion with her. She stopped momentarily to catch her breath and he took the moment to pop up on his knees and meeting her raised head, shoved his cock back in her mouth and began thrusting. He held her head in place while he fucked her face and she lifted her hands to play with his balls once again. He came, hard, in her mouth moments later and she swallowed it all. "Clean it off for me, pet." And she did as she was told, and licked his still hard cock clean. 

"Good girl, now get on your knees, pet". Following orders now, without thinking twice, Afton rolled on to her knees and all but presented herself to Zane who was still on his knees. He shoved two fingers in to her pussy without warning and she let out a little girl squeal. "Mmmm, you're still dripping wet, pet, do you want me to keep going?" He had started thrusting his fingers up and down inside of her while his free hand massaged her tits. All she could do was moan and nod her head. The pleasure was building again as she felt the tip of his penis rub against her opening. Wanting him inside her so badly, she thrust herself backward, trying to impale herself but he backed up just enough to miss. "Not so fast my dear, I'm going to go as slow as I can now to punish you. And when I think you're about to pass out from what I do to you I'm going to fuck you so hard you as hard as I can." And with that she caught his grin as he forced her head to face the bed and he slowly moved his cock through her opening.

He moved his hands down to her hips and moved her forward and backward as slowly as possible on his cock. Her pussy was grabbing at his cock like it held the last food on the earth as she writhed and moaned underneath him. She was trying so hard to force him to go faster, but his iron grip, once again, kept her right where he wanted her. She came again, screaming her pillow into the couch as her arms gave out and flopped her head onto the cushion. Still he kept his slow pace inside of her; drawing out her pleasure until she was begging him and giving herself over to him yet again. 

"P..Ple...Please Zane. I'm yours; I'll do whatever you want." She surprised herself with the final sentence of her begging: "I'll be yours forever, Master". She so shocked herself with that, that she almost gained normal clarity, but it was all taken away when Zane's pace quickened and he began well and truly fucking her. He slammed his cock in her pussy and his balls slapped at her with each impact. She was almost unconscious with pleasure when she felt his pace grow unsteady, and felt her pleasure reaching the tipping point again. Suddenly the orgasm was upon her and she was screaming his name as she came harder than she thought possible, bucking against him with completely abandon. He came at the same moment, roaring his pleasure and while still pounding his exploding cock into her he bent down and sank his fangs into her neck. He sucked and sucked at her neck, keeping the orgasm going with his sucking, until he felt her heart slow. He disengaged from her and rolled her onto her back. Afton's eyes briefly fluttered open to look at him. She looked surprised and said "you're really him aren't you?"

"Yes" was all she heard him say as the darkness came back over her. 

As her eyes fluttered back closed he heard her whisper out "please" on her last breath. 

As her heart beat its last couple of beats Zane bit his own wrist and lowered it over Afton's still parted mouth and let the blood drip down. Slowly her mouth latched onto his wrist and began sucking at it, letting his blood fill her being. "That's enough, pet" he said as he pulled her off of him and she lay back down. Moments later her eyes opened again and she smiled at him, fangs showing, as he lay down next to her. As they curled together, facing one another he heard her weakly say "thank you" before she fell asleep. Zane smiled to himself as he held the girl in his arms, he briefly wondered about her friends in the other rooms and fell asleep. 

*This is my first story, so comments are 

appreciated. Also, there is more to this story...so there is obviously more to come in the future. If you like what you see, let me know, if you don't...let me know.  *



A Dark and Stormy Night



It was late afternoon on a hot August day. As I went into the bar with a group of friends, I could see thunderheads building off to the west. We grabbed a table and ordered a couple of pitchers and a plate of nachos as we watched the football game on the bar's big screen. 

About an hour later I noticed another group come in and grab a table across the room from us. They were a typical looking group of twenty-somethings out for a beer and a few laughs after work—a lot like my group. There was one woman in the group that definitely grabbed my attention. It wasn't that she was fashion model beautiful. If anything, she was a little plump, but it was all in the right places. There was just something about her that radiated sex to me. I stayed on track with our conversation, but I really couldn't keep my eyes from returning to her every moment or two.

After another half hour most of our group had to leave to get home, and I was left sitting with one remaining couple, Art and Lynn. We ordered one more beer, and Art left for a quick pit stop.

"You seem pretty distracted by someone at the table across the room?" Lynn asked. 

"Oops. Busted," I responded with a laugh.

"Which of those young ladies strikes your fancy?" she asked.

"The brunette with the short hair," I responded.

"Oh, you mean the one with the big boobs and the dress that is hiked up half way up her thighs."

"That would be the one."

As I spoke, they all began to get up and leave. 

"It looks like an academic point," I said as Lynn and I watched them start for the door.

"Not necessarily. It just so happens I went to college with this evening's girl of your dreams. I think an introduction can be arranged."

As the group passed our table, Lynn exclaimed, "Suzie great to see you, I didn't know you were back in town." 

Suzie paused and her eyes got wide as she greeted her old friend. Hugs and kisses followed, and Lynn convinced her friend to join us for another beer. Introductions were made, and the usual small talk followed.

When the second round of beers was gone, Lynn announced that she and Art had to leave, and they promptly did so, leaving Suzie and me with the table and half a pitcher of beer. 

"Good for one more?" I asked. 

"It would be a shame to waste the beer," she responded.

Since the place was crowded we moved to the bar to let another group have our table. 

While we engaged in the usual who do you know, what do you do small talk, I was still obsessing about how sexy this girl was. She was sitting on a bar stool with the heel of her pumps hooked on the rail at the bottom of the stool, and as she occasionally swiveled around on the stool, her dress continued to slide up her very sexy legs. 

I guess I was being a little too obvious about my enjoyment of her legs, because she finally said, "Enjoying the view?" 

I responded, "Mmmm. Yes. You have great legs." I guess I blushed a little, too.

Her eyes smiled in response over the top of her beer glass as she took another sip. She set the beer mug down and crossed her legs, which pulled her dress up even farther.

"Good," she responded. "I like it when a man is lusting over my legs."

"Pleased to be of service," I said with a lustful smile. "Are here any other parts of your body you would like me to lust over?"

Suzie giggled in response and then stuck her chest out. "How about these?" she asked.

"Oh, I am sure I can help you with that," I responded as I let my eyes linger over her tits.

"Hmm. I know how to make this even better for both of us," she said as she slipped down off the barstool. "I'll be right back," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the ladies room. Watching her walk away, I decided that she had kind of a broad ass, but it was very sexy the way she swung it back and forth as she walked. My mind wandered to the idea of hanging on to that broad ass while I jammed my cock in her pussy from behind.

When she returned, I realized she had shed her bra. Her dress wasn't particularly tight, so as she walked across the floor you could see her tits bouncing and swaying under the cloth of her dress. It was very sexy, and I had a half a hard-on before she got back to the barstool. As she climbed back on the barstool she leaned toward me and rubbed her left tit softly against my arm. The sensation was delicious.

"That is so much better don't you think?' she said, leaning back against the bar with her chest pushed out so her nipples showed plainly though the fabric.

"It's really a shame," I said.

She responded with a quizzical look.

In response I explained, "It's a shame we are sitting here in this bar, because I can't do what I would like to do to your tits."

"Oh, and what would that be?" she asked.

"Well first I would just cup your breasts in my hand and massage them. Then I would put my face between your tits and nuzzle them while I continued to massage both of them."

"And then?" she asked as she squirmed a bit on her bar stool.

"Then I would put my lips on one nipple and then the other and suck on them, or maybe even nibble on them with my teeth a bit."

"Mmmmm. Nice," she said with what almost looked like a shiver. "Is there more?" She leaned back again and I could see her nipples had swollen in response to our conversation. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Of course," I responded. "Next, I would let you rub your tits against my bare chest." 

"And then?"

"It depends on whether you have any panties on."

"Not since I want to the ladies' room, I don't." 

"In that case, I would move my lips down your body until I got to your pussy, and I would eat you until you were screaming."

"What makes you think I would scream?"

"You just seem like the type."

"Oh, and what type is that?" she asked as she leaned back. Both of her heels were hooked on the lower rung of the bar stool and her knees were spread at least a foot apart. 

I didn't respond. Instead I just looked at her legs and she smiled in response.

Finally I said, "The type who likes to show her body off to men she has just met."

"And that is the type of girl who screams when you suck on her clit?"

"Oh, I am sure of it. Would you like me to prove it?"

"Mmm, yes."

Just then there was a peal of thunder, and the lights went out.

"Looks like closing time," I said.

Suzie grabbed my hand and put it on the inside of her thigh. Then she pushed it higher up under her dress, until I could feel her pussy. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and begin to slowly rotate them. She was so hot, wet and slippery. I alternated between slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy and pushing them all the way in and rotating them. Every time I spun my fingers, she jumped.

She let me keep it up for about a minute and then said, "Lets go. If you keep that up, I will scream, and people will notice even if it is dark."

I threw enough money on the bar to cover the tab and a tip, and we walked toward the door arm in arm, trying not to trip over anything in the dark. 

When we stepped outside, it was warm and wet. Even though it was dark, the temperature was still in the upper eighties, and the air was damp. Between the cloud cover and the power failure, it was very dark.

She pulled my head down for a long wet kiss. As we kissed I slid one hand down and caressed her soft round ass through her dress. She pulled back and said, "Lets go to my car before it starts to rain." All this time the lightning was flashing off to the west, but much closer than it had been a couple of hours earlier. The thunder was rumbling and crackling, as we waited for a break in traffic to cross the street. Suzie casually unbuttoned three buttons on her dress. The next time the lightning flashed I realized that her tits were barely covered by her dress. I kissed her again, but this time I slid my hand into her open dress and massaged one of her breasts. By the time the kiss ended, I had one of her nipples between my thumb and finger and she was groaning a bit.

Just then there was a flash of lightning followed almost immediately by its accompanying thunder, and the heavens opened with a downpour of warm rain.

"Let's run for it. My car is two blocks away," she said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me across the street through the traffic, which had slowed to a crawl.

We ran down one block, turned a corner, and halfway down another when she turned again into an alley. "My car is in the lot behind this building," she said. 

By this time we had quit running, as we were both soaked to the skin. It was pitch black in the parking lot, except when the frequent lightning flashes lit things up like daylight. We walked to her car and kissed again. This time I pulled her dress up so I could hold her naked ass in both hands. I pulled her up hard against my crotch, and I could feel my rock-hard dick rubbing against her naked pussy. Both of her tits were hanging out of her dress, which was now unbuttoned all the way to her waist. I leaned back, keeping my crotch firmly pressed against hers and went through the ritual with her tits that I had promised at the bar. 

First, I fondled both tits, just kind of mashing them and massaging them with my hands. They were big and soft and so delicious to play with. Then I drew lazy circles around each tit with my fingertips in ever-tighter circles until I reached her nipples. As I pulled on the nipples of each tit with my thumb and forefinger, Suzie pulled her hips back and began to use both hands to massage my rock hard cock through my trousers. Then she quickly released my belt and zipper and pulled my cock out of my trousers to continue her hand job. All the while, it continued to pour, and flashes of lightning regularly illuminated the scene. We were probably both groaning from the sex, but you couldn't hear much over the thunder. 

I leaned forward and pushed my face between her tits. Then I sucked one nipple into my mouth while I continued to pull on the other one with my hand. I swirled my tongue around the nipple and then pulled it between my lips and began to suck on it. Suzie groaned and pushed her chest against my head. She wrapped one hand around my head, pulling it into her chest, while her other hand continued to stroke my cock.

There was a brief break in the lightning and thunder, and I heard her say, "Lets fuck. NOW!" 

As we peeled off our clothes, the storm resumed with a vengeance. Suzie waked to the back of her car and leaned over the trunk pushing her sweet-looking broad ass out to me.

"Fuck me. NOW!" she demanded.

I stepped up behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her slit. When I hit her clit she jumped like she had been hit by the lightning. Then I slid my cock into her cunt. FUCK, it felt good. Her pussy gripped my cock and was slippery at the same time. I started to pump in a long, slow regular pace. After a couple of minutes of fucking at this measured pace, Suzie began to gyrate her hips so that my cock was twisting in her pussy as I pistoned in and out.

I knew that I couldn't last long if she was going to do that, so I pulled my cock out and slid it up and down her slit again, lingering on her clit. "Ohh!" she screamed as I hit her clit. "Stop that and fuck me!" I put my cock back in her cunt and began to fuck her really hard. If it hadn't been for the noise of the thunder, the sound of our bodies slamming together would have been heard a half a block away. 

Even with the thunder, I could hear Suzie crying. "Oh FUUUCK, your dick feels good. Don't stop. Keep it up. Oh! Shit, that is good."

Suddenly her orgasm hit her, and her cunt clamped down on my cock. As she screamed, I lost all control. I felt the first spurt of cum shoot up through my dick and then as each successive rope of cum shot through me, I banged her ass again. All the time I could feel her cunt clamping on my dick.

We both lay spent—her face down on the trunk, with me on top of her with my shrinking dick still in her pussy. It seemed like the thunderstorm had climaxed at the same time as we had, for the lightning stopped, and the only thunder was far off in the distance. We stayed in that position for several minutes, and then the security lights for the parking lot came on. I pulled out and she turned, facing me, leaning back on the trunk. We were both naked and soaking wet. 

"Would you like a ride to your car?" she asked. 

"No need. It's the red pickup on the other side of the lot," I responded.

"Oh," she said with a laugh. "Shall we try your rig next time?" 

"How about tomorrow night? I hear there is another storm predicted," I said as I began to pick up my soggy clothing.

"It's a date," she said as she climbed into her car naked. "By the way, you still don't know if I am that kind of girl."

"What?" 

"The kind that screams when you suck on her clit." 

I smiled in response and said, "See you at seven tomorrow night. I will be sitting at the bar. Maybe we can find out then."



A Dark & Stormy Night



"I love you, Jake," was the last thing she said before she drifted off to sleep. 

"I love you too, Em," I said, kissing the top of her head. 

We slept like that, completely naked, our arms around each other. I drifted off to sleep thinking, I'll never look at thunder storms the same way again. 

And I doubted Emily would be scared of them any more, either...