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The Thunderstorm

By: thezinger



I was sitting atop Lookout Rock when I saw the trail of dust indicating a vehicle coming up the road. As it approached I could make out the boxy design of a minivan. So far, so good. It turned from the road onto the private drive that led to our property. My heart beat faster and my mouth went dry. Yes, that was the one I'd been anticipating. I waited as the vehicle wound its way along the curvy drive and pulled into the main yard between the cabins. Doors were flung open and people spilled out. They seemed tiny figures from my distant vantage point and I could only just make out general features: sex, hair color and length, height, weight. From the driver's side emerged a middle-aged man, average height, dark hair but balding, somewhat heavyset but not fat. That would be uncle Dave. From the passenger side a middle-aged woman, short blond hair, fairly trim but perhaps thickening around the middle. That's aunt Emily. From the rear doors a young woman-dark hair, trim. That was Naomi. I waited. Let there be another, oh please let there be another! There! Finally! A slender blond emerged from the rear seat of the van, long hair in a pony tail, clearly fit physique, even from this distance. Damn! I should have brought the binocs from the main cabin. Oh well, time enough for observation later. I knew enough for the time being. It was Stella.

I hopped up and trotted back along the uneven granite surface until I found the crevice that led down to the forest floor. As I walked the half mile or so down the hill to the cabins I tried to plan what I would say, how I would act. I had been looking forward to this for weeks; well, for years, in a way. I last saw Stella and the rest of the Thompson family four years ago, the last time our summer holiday visits to the family cabins overlapped.

This land had been in the family for nearly a century. Two brothers, my great great grandfather and my great great great uncle (I think I've got the 'greats' right), bought 30 acres in the mountains looking for a nice out-of-the-way place to bring their families for the summer. It must have been quite an adventure back then. Roads were rough, cars were unreliable, and the area was relatively unpopulated. But they successfully built a large comfortable log cabin with adjoining kitchen and a family tradition was born. The land has remained in the family ever since, although that family is quite extended after a hundred years. Every summer there is a constant coming and going of the various descendants who have rights to the property. Normally, two family groups can comfortably stay on the property, although if you open up the bunkhouse, clear out the barn and pitch a few extra tents, you can house quite a gathering, which in fact happens every ten years or so.

But this was just a normal summer and my family-me, my parents, and my two younger brothers-had been up here for the first couple of days of our 2-week stay. Earlier in the day we had bid farewell to my aunt and uncle and cousins, and now the next group was arriving. The Thompsons were relatively distant relations, being descended from my great great great uncle's side, so I was restrained by no taboos in my passionate adoration of my cousin Stella. I really can't figure out what kind of cousin she is-2nd cousin, 3rd cousin, 4th-cousin-who knows? All I know is that once you get to 2nd cousin you're safe.

When I had last seen Stella that time four years ago, I had just turned 14-I remember because Stella's sister Naomi, who is my age, has a birthday within days of mine and the two families celebrated our birthdays together that summer. Stella is about 2 years older than I and to my fourteen-year-old eyes she was a goddess: shining blond hair, long shapely legs, ample breasts, round firm butt. I can't describe how I pined for her. I must have been insufferable, always moping around when she was gone, acting out in the most juvenile of ways to get her attention when she was around. Looking back on it, I feel quite ashamed, although I guess it was really nothing more than typical adolescent hormone overload. She was quite patient and tolerant of me, as I recall, for all the good that did me. I never really had a full conversation with her, just pass the beans, or do you want to go fishing (no), or do you want to go for a hike (not now), or how about some horseshoes (maybe later). That was the extent of our interactions. Otherwise it was all in my head, saving her from rampaging bears, rescuing her from drowning, or some other such heroics that would pull the veil from her eyes and allow her to see my true worth.

Well, some things had changed in the last 4 years. For one thing, I was no longer the awkward, skinny kid I had been back then. I had become quite the track star and wasn't a bad swimmer either, and I had filled out in a way that I think most women would find quite attractive. I was quite popular at school, too, so I no longer felt so intimidated by women. Not that I had actually ever done it, you know. My girlfriend for the previous 2 years, a cheerleader, was a knockout, but quite conservative. She had wanted us to "save it" for when we got married. Well, I saved and saved until about March of my senior year when Sandy decided that maybe the quarterback from the high school football team would pay bigger dividends. Once she was with him, she didn't give me a second thought. 

After the breakup with Sandy, my thoughts began to return to Stella. My family had this vacation planned for nearly 6 months, and I knew that the Thompsons would be sharing our space. Practically every night for the previous months I had gone to bed dreaming of Stella, trying to imagine how she might have changed, hoping that now she would take notice of me. I would often wake in the middle of the night with a raging hardon that I would have to take care of, picturing what it would be like to have Stella straddling me, sliding up and down my shaft, tits bouncing.

As I trotted up to the cabins, the Thompsons were hauling their luggage into their cabin. My parents were there helping and chatting away with them. Stella was nowhere to be seen, but uncle Dave and aunt Emily greeted me and gave me a hug. I stood by the open cabin door as my parents chatted nearby with Dave and Emily. I heard a toilet flush inside, a door open and footsteps approach. My heart skipped a beat. But I was crestfallen when instead of the head of shining blond hair I had been eagerly anticipating, appeared the dark-haired younger sister, Naomi. My disappointment was quickly replaced by astonishment as I began to register what I saw. Four years ago, Naomi was a skinny, short-haired tomboy. I regarded her then as I would a somewhat younger brother: someone to pal around with, occasionally tease, sometimes be annoyed by. When Stella wasn't available for my adoration, Naomi was the one who would play horseshoes with me or go on a hike. I never had even the slightest inkling of her as a sexual being. She was just a kid. But now. . . Her figure had filled out, her shimmering raven-black hair had grown long and flowing. We stood awkwardly regarding each other for a few seconds when my mom said, in an exasperated tone, "Michael, give your cousin a hug." 

We did so, briefly and gingerly. After disengaging, Naomi said shyly, eyes averted, "Nice to see you Mike." Then she ran off to the minivan, grabbed a bag of groceries, and headed off in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.

I had barely recovered from the shock of seeing the transformed Naomi when once again I heard footsteps approaching the door from within the cabin. I turned to see the object of my fantasies standing before me, and the reality was no less arresting than my imaginings. Stella, wearing a blue UCLA t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, hair pulled back into a ponytail, was every inch the beauty I had dreamed of. She smiled at me and my knees shook. I almost fell over. 

"Hey there, Mikey!" she exclaimed cheerily. "Boy, you've sure grown up!" She leaned over to give me a hug. I breathed in her scent like an asthmatic gulping oxygen.

"Hi Stella," was all I could manage.

She released me and my mom said, "OK, well you all must be hungry! Why don't we throw some lunch together and Stella, you can tell us all about your wedding plans. You must be so excited Emily," she went on, addressing my aunt. "The first marriage in your family!"

I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Wedding? How could that be? She was only 20, wasn't that too young? Then I saw it. The diamond engagement ring on her left hand. The sun glinted through it and pierced my heart like a dagger.

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Later that afternoon I found myself wandering among the granite boulder formations up the hill behind our property. I had hardly been able to manage a word earlier at lunch. My aunt Emily and Stella were going on and on about the wedding plans and about Stella's fiance, Bruce, who, of course, was the most wonderful guy in the world. My two boisterous younger brothers had shown up, and between their antics and babbling and all the wedding talk, my moroseness had apparently gone unnoticed.

After lunch the Thompsons had all lain down for a nap to recover from their early start and long drive. My parents had gone into town to shop for groceries for dinner and my brothers were god knew where. So I was free to wallow in my misery alone. As I walked among the tall pines and jumbled rock formations on the slope overlooking the valley, I wondered if I would ever find a woman who would actually find me attractive and desire me. I thought I was a relatively good looking guy and I seemed to be pretty popular at school. But Sandy never seemed to have any trouble "saving it" when she was with me. And after I was dumped, none of the girls whom I had thought seemed so friendly with me showed the least interest. As a matter of fact, it occurred to me that they actually were snubbing me. Reflecting on the situation, once their cheerleader friend left me, I guess they figured I wasn't worth bothering with.

These dark thoughts occupied my mind as I wandered up the hill, not paying particular attention to where I was going. Not that I was in danger of getting lost. I had spent enough summers here to know the terrain for miles around. I could name most every rock formation within sight: pyramid rock, frog rock, flat rock--the largest rock formation on this section of the hill, allowing a clear view of our property below and most of the valley beyond. Many of the formations had nooks and crannies within them that I had explored and played in as a child. Some formed actual caves, though not the kind with stalactites or stalagmites in them. Just sheltered openings within the jumbles of large boulders scattered along the hillside.

Actually, as I looked up from my reveries, I thought I might have to take advantage of one of those caves soon, for the wind had picked up, a large black cloud had appeared overhead and it was looking very much like rain, which could come seemingly from nowhere in these mountains in the summer.

I looked around to get my bearings. The best shelter would be the cave we called Mummy's Cave, about 50 yards up the hillside. I began to jog up towards the rock formation that held the cave even as I felt the first drops of rain. I came upon the rock formation from below and rounded it to my left, as the cave entrance was on the uphill side. I found the crevice that formed the cave entrance, about 10 feet up the formation. I scrambled up and looked around before I lowered myself down into the cave. As I did so, I thought I noticed some movement up the hillside, but the view was hindered by trees and rocks and after a few more seconds of looking around I didn't notice anything else. The rain started falling harder, so I lowered myself into the cave, crawling down cracks along the inside wall. It was only about 6 feet to the floor of the cave. The entrance would get wet, but the water drained away from the main floor of the cave which was well sheltered. I would be safe and dry in here until the storm passed. Even as I crawled down, the rain began pelting me. I made it just in time. The skies opened as I retreated to the back of the cave.

I had only been there a minute or two before I thought I heard something above the din of the pounding rain. I stepped nearer the entrance and pricked my ears. Sure enough, I heard a voice coming nearer and shouting.

"Hello? Is someone there? Help, please! Is someone there?"

The voice sounded increasingly panicked as I listened. I quickly stripped off my shirt and undershirt and threw them to the back of the cave. If I was going out into this rain there was no point in getting my clothes soaked. I could retreat back to the cave after seeing what was going on out there and still have something dry to keep me warm.

I quickly stepped to the exit wall and clambered up, immediately getting soaked from the downpour. The wall wasn't exactly a technical climb, but in the rain it was slippery and treacherous. I nonetheless managed to crawl out into the storm and looked around from my vantage point on the rock formation. Sure enough, I could see a forlorn and pitiful figure leaning against a tree for the paltry shelter it afforded. Her back was to me, but I could tell it was a woman. She was hugging herself for warmth and I could see her shoulders shaking, as if she were sobbing. 

I scrambled down the rocks, almost slipping and falling, but eventually landing with a plop on the soaking ground. "Here!" I shouted as I ran forward. The figure turned and to my shock I saw it was Naomi!

"My god, Naomi! What are you doing here?"

"Oh Mike!" She ran to me sobbing. "I got caught in this storm and I'm so cold and scared. I'm so cold, I'm so cold," she kept repeating.

She was starting to act a bit hysterical and I was worried for her safety. It wasn't really all that far back to the cabins, maybe about a mile down the slope, but the rain was pouring down. Just to punctuate the seriousness of the situation a bolt of lightning struck about 100 yards up slope. We both jumped and Naomi let out a screech.

That settled it. "Here, come with me. There's shelter nearby."

I guided her to the rock formation. She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face me. "Naomi, listen to me, can you do that? Naomi?"

Her sobs lessened as she looked at me and nodded, water dripping down her face.

"There's a cave right here, but we need to crawl a little way up the rock to get in. I can help you but I can't carry you. Do you think you can manage climbing up that rock to the opening there?" I asked, pointing.

She looked up for a second and turned back to me, biting her lower lip. She nodded uncertainly. It would have to do.

"OK, now look for handholds and footholds along the rock face. Here's one to get you started. I'll be right behind you. Go slow, and stop when you get to the opening up there," I said, pointing again.

I didn't wait for a reply, but just turned her around and nudged her to the rock. She hesitated, but finally put her foot in a small crevice, reached up for a handhold and lifted herself up. 

"Good girl!" I encouraged her. "Now there's another handhold above you. Keep going. I'm right behind you."

Another nearby lightning flash and violent clap of thunder temporarily unnerved her, but she hung on and kept going.

"OK, you're almost there, just one more. Good! Now wait, I'm coming up behind you."

I quickly climbed up past her and slid over the edge into the cave opening.

"OK, now lower yourself down over the edge. I'll hold you as you get lower."

As she lowered herself down I reached up and braced her legs, then her hips. When I could reach her waist I took up her weight and lowered her to the cave floor.

Another flash and clap of thunder and she gasped.

"OK, come here to the back of the cave. We'll be safe here."

I took her hand and led her the few feet to the dry back wall of the cave. I could see that her nails were blue and she shook violently. As she stood before me I could see her hair was stringy and dripping wet, her t-shirt completely soaked through revealing her bra underneath. She was wearing only shorts, also completely soaked, as were her tennis shoes and socks.

"You're soaking wet. We need to get you at least a little dry so you can warm up."

I was wet and shivering at this point too, although I didn't really notice. I was too focused on helping Naomi.

"We need to get you out of these wet clothes. Is that alright with you?"

I looked at her and she wordlessly looked back and nodded.

"OK, lift your arms, let's get this shirt off." 

She obeyed and I pulled off the soaked garment. I left her bra on. I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of her and add to her distress. I grabbed my undershirt and used it as a towel on her upper body, drying it as best I could. As I did this she leaned forward, letting her hair hang in front of her as she tried to wring it out like a wet towel. Good, she seemed to be taking control of herself again.

"Better?" I inquired.

She nodded, but didn't speak. Her sobbing had stopped.

"OK, now the shoes and socks." 

I knelt down and untied her shoes. She sat down to make it easier for me to remove them and the socks. I used my undershirt to dry her feet and legs. I decided to leave her shorts on. There was relatively little fabric there to wick away her body heat in any event.

I grabbed my shirt, which fortunately was long-sleeved. Although it had been a warm day, I knew how quickly it could turn cool once the sun set, or if a storm came by, so I always wore an undershirt and long-sleeved shirt if I was out later in the day. My foresight was a blessing here. I put the shirt around her shoulders, then took my now soaking wet undershirt and did my best to towel myself dry with it. As I did so, I noticed that Naomi removed her bra and tossed it aside. She was still shivering.

"I'm so cold," she said. She clutched my shirt around her, but hadn't actually put it on or buttoned it.

"Here, we'll be warmer together. Sit down."

She sat on the dry dirt of the cave floor, as did I. I leaned against the granite rock of the back cave wall, which actually felt fairly warm. It was late in the summer and the dry rock had months of ambient heating stored within it to radiate back to my skin.

I pulled Naomi toward me and nestled her in my arms with her back against my chest. The rain was still falling hard, although it had let up a little. I felt her take a deep breath and saw her shoulders slump as she began to let some of the tension out of her body. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and after a few minutes I could hear the deep breathing of a sound sleep.

I reflected on this strange turn of events for a few minutes. How odd, that after my total obsession with her sister, I should find Naomi half clothed and sleeping peacefully in my arms! And it was even odder that I should find that fact so wonderful. Now that the panic of our encounter had receded, I began to realize just what a lovely woman was slumbering in my grasp. I remembered Naomi as a tomboy, but she was 18 now, just as I was, and some amazing transformations can occur during those adolescent years. Not that the word adolescent came to mind when regarding Naomi now. She had matured into a beautiful young woman. What had once been a thin, rather bony face had rounded out and filled in, while leaving aristocratic high cheekbones, a delicate chin, and a thin elegant nose. Her breasts, I recalled, thinking back only a few minutes, although not large, were firm and nicely rounded. I didn't see her nipples, but I began to imagine them. Her waist, which just moments before I had firmly grasped in my own two hands, was lithe and firm. Her legs, I could observe by leaning forward slightly, were shapely and well muscled, as was her firm, petite butt. And her hair, which was still damp but beginning to dry against the warmth of my skin, was an iridescent raven black. With these splendid images in my mind, I too drifted off to sleep.


The Thunderstorm



Rain had been threatening all day. Overhead huge dark clouds,played tag. Thunder rumbled so loud it hurt your ears. Lightning crackled across the sky. Annemarie was so hot. Sweat, like condensation on an icy drink,coated her body.

 She licked the sweat from her breasts. She was suprised she tasted so salty. Her fingers
traced a path down her body. They delved into the core of her passion. Returning to her mouth she sucked her fingers clean one by one. Annemarie loved how she tasted. It was so damn hot tonight. She would wait to go inside. She was safe on the deck, for now. 

"God I wish someone was around to fuck me. She snarled, I am so horny it hurts." 

She heard a deep quiet laugh. "Be careful what you wish for Annemarie." Out of the dark, walked her partner Devlin Rourke. He was the biggest nastiest man in the company. Together they were an unbeatable team.

She laughed. "Hey Devlin,answer me a question?" 

"Sure babe," he drawled. He lit the first of many cigarettes, his only bad habit. 

"Why aren't we an item? Why am I the only woman in the world you won't bed?" Devlin flopped down next to Annemarie.Grabbed her beer. 

"While babe it's like this. I figure one taste, and your hooked on me. I wouldn't want to break your heart. That's the problem, because you are definitely not my type." 

She blinked at the suprising hurt she felt at his remark. "Why are you here anyway?" 

"Trouble with our latest software. I told Charlie, I would come over, and fill you in." She stood and headed for the house. "Damn not even one night off in peace." 

He grabbed her hand as she walked by. Sucked it into his mouth, "Saw you as I came up. Partner has to get his share. You taste good, and he smacked his lips." 

Flustered does not begin to describe how she was left feeling. 

Hours later, deep into damage control on their latest software the storm hit. Annemarie jumped up shivering. A small meow of fright escaping her lips. Devlin was there in a minute. He pulled her to him, and held her close. Gentled her, by stroking her hair over and over again. Finally she stopped shivering. She just lay against him. Listening to beating of his heart calmed her.

 The storm continued to rage outside the door. It
rattling the windows. Loud cracks of thunder, and lighting bolts that illuminated the house at about twenty second intervals, tore through the night. Annemarie tried to push away from him. 

Everytime the thunder would sound again. "I'm so sorry" she whispered ."I'm such a coward about thunder storms. Every time I say not this time. This time I will be brave. I always end up like a rabbit. A damn scared rabbit huddled in his hole." 

Devlin led her to the sofa.Pulled her down with him. Now she lay against him. His body warming her head to foot. 

"Hey what are partners for babe?" He gently kissed her succulent mouth. She returned his kiss and opened her mouth to his questing tongue. They kissed for what seemed like hours.He broke the kiss and tipped her head up to look in her eyes. She smiled at him, and he nodded. His hands reached to caress her breasts. She moaned as his fingers found her nipples. Pushing under her shirt, her skin was hot to his touch. He followed his fingers with his mouth. Alternating breasts he licked, sucked and bit each one.

 Listening to her obvious pleasure, enjoying how they flushed and hardened for him. He had never meant to get involved with Annemarie. He was afraid that one taste and he wouldn't give it up again. Still the night seemed to call for it. It
seemed right. He shrugged, one night was better than never. Devlin's head followed a path down her body. 

"Devlin, oh God Devlin, that feels so damn good. Please love me tonight, and let the devil worry abouttomorrow." 

The room was shattered by the crack of thunder,the sizzle of lightning. The condenser for her electric pole was hit, and the lights went out. 

He had all he could do to hold on to her. "Easy babe, it's all right.I'm here. No storm will hurt you tonight." He dipped his mouth to her center of passion, and his tongue licked out. "That's it babe, go with it." He licked and suckled the sweet juices that were starting to flow for him. 

He felt her surrender to his touch.He wanted her to forget the outside world. To hear, see, and feel only what they had together tonight. He caressed her, stroking all over her body. Making love to all of her. 

He reached and spread her legs open, to better taste and tease her. He licked long strokes, that covered her sweet pussy, and back to her delectable ass. She sighed and arched into his mouth, to help him reach her. He smiled, as he licked harder. He knew she would be passionate, noisy, a wench in bed, not the lady she
pretended to be at work. He inserted first one finger then another into her, moving slowly but deeply in and out as he sucked her, and teased her throbbing clit. He felt her muscles start to clench and tremble, "Soon babe,soon" he crooned at her. Let it come, ride the wave for me." 

He turned his hand, curved it, and pushing on
her pubic bone went after her g-spot. She came unglued, bucking and wiggling and screaming out his name, and her juices flowed like water. She was wet, he was wet, the sofa was soaked. He kept stroking, but gentle now as she came down. Then he took her back up again.

 "Oh God Devlin again, oh yes again." She came again.This time almost crushing his fingers as her muscles clamped down on him. He was so rock hard he ached clear to his teeth. 

One handed, he managed to get naked. Now he pushed sliding slowly inside her open pussy. She sighed as she felt him fill her up. He turned over, and put her on top. 

"Ride me babe, use me." Annemarie smiled, and did. 
Sliding up and down as she played with his nipples and reached and kissed his mouth. He caressed her clit, as he played with her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples. Soon to soon, Annemarie knew she was heading for a climax again. 

"Devlin I'm coming." He felt her juices running down his cock, her muscles grab and milk
at him. He placed his hands on her hips ,and now rode her for his pleasure. When he came, he set her off again. It was what Annemarie would have called a win win situation at work. Worn out, with Devlin buried deep inside her, she collapsed onto his body. He curled his arms around her and turned them to their sides. 

"Rest now babe." He grabbed an afghan ,from across the back of the sofa and threw it over them.The wind continued to howl, and the rain to fall. Annemarie slept safe in the arms of her partner. 

Devlin's last thought as he went to sleep was, "What will she say when she wakes up."



The Thunderstorm



It was a warm, muggy August evening, perfect for sipping an ice-cold beer while watching the sunset. I left my wife, Carol, reading on the couch in the air-conditioned comfort of our living room while I grabbed a can of Stroh's from the fridge and lay back on the bench on our front patio. To the west, I could see a roiling cloud formation, painted by the fading rays of the sun in hues of pink, orange and purple. The cloudbank had swallowed the stars close to the horizon, but hadn't moved high enough to obscure the crescent moon above. As I watched the clouds slowly make their way to the smile of the moon, a subtle flickering began to light up the sky.

"Hon, you gotta come see this," I said, poking my head through the storm door. "Mother Nature is putting on a little show."

Carol set her book down and joined me on the patio. "Wow," she said, admiring the summer light show. "Is it heat lightening, or do you think we're going to get a storm."

"Must be heat lightening. It doesn't feel like rain."

Our front patio is more like a small courtyard, with brick walls on three sides. This offers a fair amount of privacy, a fact that Carol appreciated as she slid an arm through the storm door to click off the porch light. The sun had completely set now, and we were bathed in twilight. "It's getting more intense," she said, and indeed the light show had picked up the pace. We watched as it flickered more and more, lighting up the cloud formations. "You're right though," she said, "I don't think it's gonna rain. It's still pretty muggy out here." With her back toward me, I watched as Carol lifted her t-shirt over her head. "Ahh, that's a little better," she said, turning toward me with a mischievous smile.

"You look very nice, hon," I said, admiring her ample breasts covered now only by a white, lacy bra. Just then the wind started to kick up.

"Ahh, finally a little relief," she said as the cool breeze brought a rise to her nipples. "Do you think anyone can see us here?"

"Not a chance. It's pretty dark now, and the only ones who could see us are the neighbors across the street. And I think their view would be obscured by the garage lights."

"That's good," she replied as she unzipped her shorts and dropped them to the brick pavers. "Cuz it's still much too hot out here to be wearing this much clothing. Carol turned to the west to take advantage of the cooling breeze. I watched as she reached around behind her to unclasp her bra and let it slowly drop to the ground. "What do you think?"

"I think you're getting me incredibly turned on," I said, admiring her very sexy bare back.

"Really?" She turned around to give me a view of her exposed breasts. "I didn't mean too. I'm just trying to cool off." Just then, a few drops of rain began to fall, and I watched as a few driblets fell on her bare breasts. "The cool rain feels so good on my body," she said as a crack of thunder pealed. She lowered her panties to the ground and now stood before me totally nude. "Wouldn't you like to feel it, too?" She held out a hand and lifted me from the bench. Carol pulled at my t-shirt and lifted it over my head in one swift motion.

"You're getting wet," I said, watching as a drop of rain fell on her shoulder and trickled down between her breasts.

"You're right," she replied, "my pussy is soaked."

"That's not what I--"

"And your cock is as hard as a rock," she said, grasping my member though my shorts. She undid the button on my shorts and lowered them and my briefs to the ground. My dick stood straight out, a few dribbles of rain plinking against its hardness. Carol sat me back down on the bench as the storm picked up its intensity. "There's nothing sexier than making love during a thunderstorm," she said as she knelt on the ground in front of me.

I watched the rain splashing on her bare back as she stuck out a tongue to lick my shaft, her soft breasts gently rubbing against my thighs.

"Mmm," she moaned as she took my cock deep in her mouth, sucking deeply before releasing it. "The rain and the cool breeze feel so wonderful on my body." I had to agree; the slight chill in the breeze brought her nipples to full attention. She got up off the brick pavers and crouched over me, her back toward me as she rested her hands on my knees for support. Using my left hand, I aimed my dick at her soaking wet pussy as she lowered herself upon it. She slowly slid all the way down, taking my cock to the hilt. "Mmmmm," she moaned a little louder. "This is the way to cool me off." She rode up and down, slowly at first but gradually picking up the momentum. I peeked around her shoulder to watch her now fully-drenched breasts bounce as she rode me. Her peals of delight intensified with the claps of thunder, and she lifted both hands to massage her nipples. "Yes!" CRACK! "Oh yes!" BOOM! "Oh God, fuck me!" CRASH! 

Just as a bolt of lightening erupted nearby--accompanied by a thunderous BOOM--Carol's hips rocked frantically and she let loose with a scream as she came to a shuddering orgasm. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting my cock deep inside her as another thunderclap crashed, and I too shook with a monstrous orgasm.

She sat on my lap for a few minutes, and both of us enjoyed the feel of the rain splashing against our bodies. As the shower began to taper off, Carol slowly lifted herself from my lap. "So what's the forecast for tomorrow?"



The Thunderstorm



It was the worst thunderstorm in the history of Detroit the news anchor told everyone told to stay inside there homes. I was in my room enjoying the storm and watching TV when the phone rang it was my parents telling me that they were safe at a hotel in Ann Arbor. When I hung up the phone the door bell rang so I went downstairs to answer it opening the door it was my best friend Amara from Job Corp her clothes were soaking and it looked like she has been crying. 

"What are you doing here Amara are you ok?" I said let her in the house. 

"Tamron broke up with me she said he was in love with someone else and kick me out of his car on Joy RD. I notice that I was close to your house so I came over hoping you were here." She said hugging me crying on my chest. I held her in my arms as she cried after awhile of silence I spoke. 

"Come with me you need to get out of those clothes so you won't catch a cold I'll give you a robe to wear." I said as we walked up the stairs to the hallway and told her to wait there and went upstairs to my room in the attic and got her a blue robe from my closet when I came downstairs and came into the TV room I was surprise to see her standing in the middle of the room naked.

"Here put this on." I said looking at her body she walked over to me as I held out the robe for her she took it from my hand and tossed it to the side she then pushed me down to the couch and got on top of me and started kissing me after a few minutes she broke the kiss. 

"Lamar I love you so much I was never in love with Tamron I want you so badly." She said taking off my shirt she then leaned forward and gently kissed my bottom lip, then my top lip and then my bottom lip again. I pulled both her hands off my chest and her upper body collapsed in a heap on top of me. For a moment we just both lay there, holding hands and resting on each other. Then I felt her lips slowly kiss my chest. She slowly kissed her way up to my lips, but this time I kissed her back. Gently at first but then with more and more passion, her mouth was so hot and tempting. We both took turns to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. Soon her passions and Amara was straddling me, and my hands were exploring every inch of her body. I then to play with her breast they were about a handful but they weren't round, they were like mountain peaks. I gently cupped them again, this time taking the nipples in between my fingers and gently squeezing them, Amara began to moan as I gently massaged her nipples. Then I took one nipple into my mouth and gently suckled it like a baby. I took both nipples and suckle them both for twenty minutes, occasionally flicking them with my tongue or stopping to just bite them. I was now feeling her every motion and I was extremely horny. I kissed my way down once more, this time only stopping at her belly button for a few seconds before carrying on. I continued kissing my way down her body to reveal a wonderfully trimmed pussy. I gently licked her slit again, this time stopping to taste her sweetness, probing her clit with my tongue, just gently flicking and licking her clit. Occasionally moving away to concentrate on her lips, before long I could feel her pussy beginning to tighten and I knew she was about to cum. So I carefully placed my lips around her pussy, and started to suck away, in between each suck probing my tongue as deep into her as possible. She placed both her hands on my head and started to grind her hips into me, and then I felt her hips and grip tighten and I was feeling her hot cum on the end of my tongue.

After a while she recovered. "Now it's your turn." She said and with that she guided her hand down to my jeans and slowly undid my button and then my zip. She gently slid my jeans down to my ankles and then slowly removed my boxers to. I was naked with Amara underneath my hard cock and my cock rubbing against her wet pussy. She clenched both my ass cheeks and gently started to rock her hips against my cock, pulling me into her, my cock rubbing against her pussy but not inside her She then slowly grabbed my cock with one hand and started to rub it up and down the shaft of my cock, giving me a better hand job then I had ever given myself, Each time there was to much friction she rubbed her hand against her wet pussy and then wiped her juices all over my hard cock, before long I was ready to cum, I whispered to Amara that I was ready to cum and she guided me into her pussy. 

" I want you to cum inside me, so give it to me hard now" she whispered with that I started to thrust my shaft in and out of her pussy, as she ground her hips against mine. Harder and faster was what she whispered in my ear and I was not going to disappoint her. With every thrust she moaned and gasped. Her moans were getting louder and it was turning me on. We were humping like rabbits and I was lasting a long time, even after I felt like I was going to explode. I came inside her almost as if I had pissed myself, stream after hot stream of my cum spurted into her, the thrusting stopped but her pussy was still sucking my cock.

I collapsed in a heap on top of Amara, my head resting on her breasts as I gasped for air, both our bodies covered in sweat. 

"Looks like we made our own storm in here wanna go again?" I said kissing her. "Yeah we did and yeah but after we rest I'm tired I love you Lamar. She said.

"I love you too Amara." I said as we fall asleep in each other arms. 



The Thunderstorm



Angie sat in the seat by the window looking out into the street. She could hear the children laughing and joking as they walked back from the park. The summer heat wave was continuing and even as the day drew to dusk there was still an uncomfortable heat. Picking up a magazine she fanned herself but as she was merely moving the warm arm she gained no relief. Moving to the kitchen she emptied the tray of ice cubes into a tumbler.

Returning to her chair she sat watching the world go by as she rubbed an ice cube over her wrist. Looking up at the sky she could see dark clouds building in the distance. Tonight there would almost enviably be an electrical storm. With her husband away she could possibly treat herself to something she had loved doing for most of her 26 years. There was nothing Angie loved more than to walk out in the rain during the summer. Water from the melting ice was running down her arm chilling her as it snaked its way over her bronzed skin. Her white t-shirt and shorts made the tan look even deeper than it was. 

From across the street her neighbour stepped out of his house. Troy was dressed in his running vest and shorts he turned and headed off towards the park. No doubt he would be undertaking his usual long running session. She watched him as his muscular Latin body passed by her window. In her husband's absence she could ogle her neighbour without any comment from him or arousing his latent jealousy. Her top was not tucked into her shorts and was flowing loosely around her body, yet she was aware of her nipples nudging against the material. Troy's athletic masculinity had had its natural effect upon her, she was aroused after seeing him.

In the distance there was a soft rumbling noise as far off thunder made its way towards her. Realising the storm was approaching she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom. Removing her clothes she laid them to one side and stepped into the shower. Turning on the cold water she showered carefully lathering her body. After freshening herself up she shaved her pubic area to ensure that her groin was completely hairless. Another clap of thunder was heard, this time closer, as the storm ominously nearer. 

Getting out of the shower she dried her body before sliding her white t-shirt on before stepping into her shorts. Leaving the bathroom she took her panties, opening the linen basket she prepared to drop the underwear in, pausing she checked the gusset which was damp and stained. She held the cotton closer to her face and inhaled smelling the musky aroma left by her arousal. The panties were then dropped into the basket to be cleaned. Again there was a clap of thunder as the storm got nearer and nearer. 

Walking down the stairs she saw the first drops of water hitting the panes of glass in her window, which then started to run quickly down the surface. Grabbing her house key she opened the door before stepping out into the approaching deluge. 

The air felt cool and had the fresh smell that indicates the heavy humid air has started to leave the atmosphere. Closing her eyes she drew in a deep breath savouring the impending freshened atmosphere. Placing the keys in a hidden niche in the garden she began to walk towards the sidewalk. The drops of rain were intermittently hitting her. Her warm body almost making the water dry immediately on contact with her arms and legs. The skies were now even darker, extremely threatening, then a flash of light on the horizon with a louder rumble this time following. Her bare feet continued to walk on the warm asphalt as she turned into the street. To her left was the park and of course Troy. 

The rain was now beginning to become heavier. Her arms, legs and feet began to feel wet. Looking down her clothes were getting damp. Now it was inescapable that the heaviness of the atmosphere was noticeably lifting as the humid weather was breaking up. As she walked Angie breathed in and smelt the fresh smell as the tarmac, bitumen and concrete began to get wet. This contrasted with the smell of the grass becoming damper and damper. It was almost possible to smell the soil getting moist and damp. Her senses were now heightening as she took in sounds, feelings and smells of the growing storm. The rain now fell steadily; she heard it hitting the leaves on the trees, as she walked into the park. Looking down she saw the t-shirt was now very wet and was starting to become of little use in covering her impressive 34D breasts. 

The heavens had now proverbially opened and the downpour began. There were increasing flashes of lightening with the thunder seeming to slowly get closer. As she got wetter her shoulder length blond hair was now soaked. The shoulder length curls plastered to her head and neck. Stretching her arms out to her sides she stood, letting the rain pelt her body, with drops landing in her upturned palms. Her clothes were now all but transparent with her boobs and pussy lips visible through the sodden white material. In the distance she could see Troy running towards her with his head lowered. Hatching a plan she positioned herself in the park entrance facing away from the oncoming runner.

As Troy approached he noticed the woman in the soaked white, almost see through, clothing but at first he could not place her. Then he realised it was his neighbour from across the street. "Angie? Is that you?"

"What .....oh my god Troy. Jesus I didn't think anyone would be out here." She lied as he slowed and approached her.

"Are you okay?" He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "You are soaked." 

She looked up into his dark brown eyes with her sexy blue eyes allowing their gazes to lock as she offered an apology. "I am sorry if I have embarrassed you. I love the summer thunderstorms and feeling the cold rain all over my skin." His hand softly rubbed her arm before stroking her upper arm. His eyes fell to her heaving breasts.

"I am not embarrassed...I was worried when I saw you."

She turned to face him and pressed their bodies together. "There is nothing to worry about as I am very hot in fact." Her seductive tone was affecting him as she felt his cock twitch. Her hands moved to his rain soaked vest as she ran her red painted nails down his chest. "Would you like to lay me down and make love in the rain, it's my ultimate turn on." He nodded and she pulled his mouth down to hers as she kissed him. While their tongues entwined she allowed herself to begin to kneel as he followed her. She laid back in the soft wet grass as he knelt over her. He pulled his shorts to one side and stroked his impressive nine inches of circumcised penis that he had released from his shorts.

Her eyes were staring at his manhood as he knelt between her legs. She could see her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. The top was all but see through now and her large dark nipples were like two stains on the front of her t-shirt. Then she heard the coarse rasping sound of the zip of her shorts being drawn down. Raising her hips she helped Troy ease her shorts down from her groin. He surprised her by leaning forward and kissing her pussy lips. Then he proceeded to lap up and down her labia before honing in on the stiff clitoris and hood. She knew now that she needed him inside of her. 

"Fuck me Troy." She implored. He paused; there was a flash of lightening, he was appearing reluctant. "Don't you want me?" She asked feeling a little hurt. The thunderclap was very close now.

"I do, but I don't have protection."

"It's okay I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you. Don't worry I won't get pregnant. I need you Troy." He then placed his dick against her wet pussy, he leant his weight forward. A tremendous flash of light almost blinded them, with a deafening clap of thunder overhead, as Troy entered her for the first time. He kissed her as he slowly drew backwards and forwards. She could feel the rain hitting them and it ran from his face onto hers. His movement was bliss as he pulled back until he was almost out of her then roughly pushed in deep. She could sense the feelings building up in her sex as her fucked her beautifully. He towered over her occasionally lit up by the fierce lightening overhead.

His hands slid under her top as he started to maul her fleshy boobs. Then he grabbed the base of her shirt and dragged it up freeing her breasts. His fucking got quicker and quicker. As his pace increased she was aware that her tits were wobbling with two rigid hard nipples on top of each. This was too tempting for Troy as he leant forward and started to suck on her.

"MMMMmmmmmm Jesus I am going to cum." Angie screamed and dug her nails into Troy's back. She felt the skin break then she dragged down on his back. He winced from the obvious pain this had caused him. Her cunt clamped tightly to his cock as she started to cum. Her legs locked behind him and she pulled him on top of her. They kissed passionately as her orgasm faded. 

Rolling round she squatted over him and sank down onto his erection. She lifted her top over her head and dropped the t-shirt on her discarded shorts. Riding him the rain fell all over her naked flesh as her breasts bounced up and down. Troy reached up and manhandled her breasts. This position allowed her to give her clit a little rub. Coupled with his deep penetration and the fact they were fucking in the centre of the park where anyone could have seen them was moving her towards her second orgasm.  

Another flash of light lit the park and Angie saw a figure silhouetted in the bushes. Even from this distance she knew instantly who this was. The muscular frame moved and approached the lovers. Troy was oblivious to this as he continued to thrust upwards into Angie. He did not notice her freeze with her attention drawn to the park's entrance. As the figure walked through the driving rain the lightening once more illuminated him so Angie could clearly make out her husbands features as he walked towards her. 

However, her initial worries were eased as clearly her husband was wanking his erect penis as he walked towards them. "Troy, don't be alarmed we have company. Ever had group sex before, if not, I think you are about to!"

Troy craned his neck to look to see whom Angie had seen. "Oh Fuck." He said and was about to try and withdraw from her. However, he could see her husband smiling as he rubbed his erection.

"Don't worry Troy. Care to help me sort out this dirty, dirty bitch." He said as he reached forward to Angie's head. His feet straddled Troy's head, who looked up at Angie's face together with her husband's hard penis and swaying balls. As Angie felt her head grabbed her husband pulled her head forward and thrust his dick into her open mouth. "Go on suck this you cheap little whore!"

This was all too much for Troy who then started to buck underneath her. Then she felt his hot sperm flood her pussy and hit her womb. "Oooooohhhhh yes that feels so good."

Angie's eyes looked up into her husband's face as her cunt was filled with Troy's sticky ejaculate. "Get off of him now." Her husband said. She did and a large drop of sperm fell from her pussy and splashed Troy's chin. "Lick that off of him." She did as he said. While she was distracted her husband moved round her and without any warning her pushed his dick into her wet, spunk smeared pussy. As she licked the hot salty cum from Troy her husband took a handful of her blond hair and pulled back as he fucked her from behind. She could feel the sperm that had been deposited in her being squished inside of her and escaping as her husband drew back. Then he started to spank her butt cheeks.

"You are to be punished for this! You see I always wanted to see this but you went behind my back. I think I know a suitable penance for you." He withdrew in full with his dick smacking against her bare thigh. Her husband's penis caked in Troy's sperm. She sensed what he was about to do.

"No, not my arsehole. Please it will hurt, you will be rough."

He laughed, "But I got the impression you were enjoying behaving like a whore. Surely I can now treat you as one." His thumb pushed against her ringpiece. She was reluctant to yield. "Come on darling play nice now." She relaxed and his digit opened her anus so he could start to prime her backside. Very quickly he pulled his thumb free and nudged his cockhead against her. He slowly pushed forward. Her arse stretched as his large penis violated her rear passage. "Very nice Angie. Good and tight. We have got Troy hard again be a good girl and give him some oral. After all he has primed you nicely for me to fuck your pretty arse." 

She buried her face in Troy's groin as her husband started to roughly fuck her from behind. His testicles swung up and hit her leaking pussy, as he slammed deeper into her rear. With each thrust he pushed her further over Troy's manhood. The deluge was getting worse as they continued to fuck furiously. The ground beneath Angie was starting to become muddier and muddier and she could now feel her nipples and breasts being forced into the dirt. Her husband was ramming her harder and harder while Troy was throwing his groin into her face. Between them she was being used as nothing more than a large sex object. She felt he husband's cock twitch as he filled her arse full of his hot seed. 

The feeling of her back passage full of hot sperm started her orgasm so she dropped a hand to her clit and began to rub. The more she got carried away the more she sucked on Troy. This got too much for him and his cock gave the unmistakable twitch of an imminent explosion and her mouth was suddenly full of hot salty liquid.

Troy withdrew from in front of her as her husband stood beside him. He pulled Angie to her feet and kissed her passionately on the lips. The three of them stood soaked to the skin with Angie naked. "Sorry to call an end to matters Troy but I have a dirty wife to take home to clean." He said. She made to get her clothes but her husband grabbed them. "No, you will walk home naked. But I will be fair and let you take some cover." He motioned to the ground. "Cover yourself in the mud and when we get home it will be fun to get you cleaned up." 

He and Troy then took turns in rolling Angie in the mud. Her husband cupped mud in his hands and applied it to her pussy and tits. "Just like a brown bikini." He laughed before marching her home naked up along their street.



The Thunderstorm



I fully acknowledge my weakness, but I think Janine has a share in the shattering of my vows to her. I'd only had that one fling back in college—with Phil. But Chet and Phil had had an affair after college, and now Chet was living in the next acreage to ours. Obviously Phil and Chet had talked about me, and Chet knew all about me before he moved here, because he had made quite clear to me that he wanted me and knew that I had an addiction to what he could provide. He was one hunk of a man, but I'd left that behind me—had convinced myself it was just youthful experimentation, and short-lived at that—and I was devoting my life to Janine.

I had done everything I could to avoid Chet, who had gotten quite direct in his approach, but it had been Janine herself who set up that fatal day. I had taken off from work to pull a couple of stumps out at the lower end of our yard. Janine was off that week for a visit to her mothers and had pressured me not to work out there alone. I had resisted her suggestions, and, unbeknownst to me, she had asked Chet if he could come down to help me. He obviously was delighted to help.

So there we were, standing next to each other in the driveway in our work clothes, waving gaily to Janine as she drove off, doing all we could to act like there was no nervous tension just under the surface, ready to explode.

I would still see the tail end of her car, and Chet was still waving when he said, in a husky voice, "Let's go into the house."

"God, no, Chet. We've been all over that. I'm going down to work on those stumps. You can go on home. I'll just tell Janine you were a great help."

"That's what I want, Rick. I want to be a great help to you."

"Help? God, Chet, how can you help? I've made a choice, and the only help you could be is just to stay the hell away from me."

"I've seen how you've looked at me," Chet replied. "I know you want it as much as I want you."

"I'm going in the house to get a couple of beers, Chet. It's a real hot day. When I come out, I'd like you to be walking back to your house. I have to get to those stumps."

"It looks like rain. And, you're right; it's hot as hell out here. Not really a day for this; a day to be relaxing in the house."

"Bye, Chet," I said, and I went back into the house and took four beers out of the fridge. Then I thought of the ax and being alone down there with the tree stumps and I put one back." I walked back out of the house, and Chet was gone. What a relief. He was right. No matter what I did to try to stay on the straight and narrow, I ached for him. I tried my best not to admit it, but there it was. I wished that Chet hadn't moved here at all. Everything was going fine until he showed up.

I walked down to the end of the yard, but I could hear the chopping noises before I even got to the garden shed down there. And I knew. Chet hadn't gone home.

He was stripped to the waist, down to his tight, low-slung jeans. He had a bandana covering his head and already was sweating. He was in great shape, bulging muscles of someone used to chopping all of his own wood, going down to a small waist and hips. He was darkly tanned and black hair curled around his forearms and down from his neck and across his chest and trailed down across his navel into his pants.

He already had chopped one corner out of the biggest stump.

"This isn't really a one-man stump, Rick," he said as he stopped chopping and leaned on the ax handle. "Come on over here and let me show you what a tree stump can be used for. Or an ax handle, for that matter," he said as he winked at me.

"Give it up, Chet," I answered acidly. "I'll just work on this stump over here."

"It's hot as a devil's asshole," Chet said. "At least give us a beer. What, you've only brought three? Let's go up to the house and get some more."

"I don't think so, Chet."

"Well, maybe later."

I turned and started chopping at a smaller stump with my hatchet. Chet was right. This really was heavy work. I heard a roll of thunder from some miles over but couldn't tell if it was just caused by the heat or was warning of a coming thunderstorm."

"Hey, it's too hot for that T-shirt, Buddy. I quickly found it's cooler without."

"I'll manage," I answered.

"Yeah, guess you're right," Chet answered and then chuckled. "I saw you in the gym—you know, before I told you about our mutual friend, Phil. I don't think I could control myself if you took off that T."

"I don't think you're controlling yourself very well now," I muttered under my breath.

"What's that? Couldn't hear you over the thunder."

"Oh, nothing, we'll have to work fast if we're going to beat the rain." But, of course, there was no way beating the rain. It started sprinkling then, but that didn't go long before it came more steadily. We both were immediately soaked to the skin.

"Holy Christ!" Chet yelled, as a lightning bolt hit a tree somewhere close in the forest. "We better get out of here right now; up to the house." And he dropped the ax and headed up the yard.

I just couldn't do it. Instead of following him, I headed for the garden shed, which was the size of a two-car garage, but which was stuffed with all sorts of gardening equipment and supplies. Dark clouds rolled in before I got to the shed, and it was pitch black inside when I got there. I knew we had lanterns around in there somewhere, and I was feeling around for one of them when I heard the shed door open and close, and I could hear Chet's heavy breathing.

"I'm over here, Chet," I said. "Looking for a lantern." I turned, and he was right there in front of me. I felt a hand on my crotch.

"That's me, Chet," I said. "I think the lantern's over there."

"I know that's you," Chet said heavily, and he pushed me up to the wall next to a window. His hand had found my cock through the fabric of my soaked jeans, and I involuntarily responded there, not having a prayer to control my response. "And that's a very nice you," Chet said.

"Chet, no," I said.

A flash of lightning brought light flooding into the shed through the window next to us. Chet was standing very close to me, rainwater flowing down his chest and into his wet jeans. The heaviness of the water in his jeans had pulled the waist down, and if he hadn't had a large, firm butt, they probably would have hit the floor. I could tell my own jeans were having about the same effect from the fast soaking they'd gotten. In that brief flash, I could see the urgency in Chet's eyes. And just before the shed went dark again, Chet leaned in and brought his lips to mine. His were searching, but I resisted him and turned my head.

"No, Chet, I've said no."

He leaned his crotch into mine, and I could feel the rising power of him there. He put his hands against the wall on either side of me, holding me there. I was so weak, however, I don't think I could have moved if I'd wanted to. Having lost my lips and faced with the side of my head, he buried his face into my neck and kissed and nibbled me there. I moved my hands between us to push him away, but the feel of his chest and nipples sent electricity through me that rivaled the storm expending its fury outside the shed. I couldn't will myself to take my hands away from him.

He was whispering at me. "I've had a hard on for you ever since Phil told me about you. He told me over and over again what a good lay you are. How you took nine thick inches. That you even took it double. What you could do with your sphincter."

"Chet," I moaned. "That's all in the past, and it was just a short fling, an experiment. "I'm someone else now."

"Your dick tells me otherwise, Buddy," Chet said and then laughed. "I can feel it grow. It's growing for me. It wants me. It wants me to fuck you."

"No, Chet. No, you're wrong."

Chet's mouth moved down to my T-shirt collar, which he took in his teeth. He brought his hands up to the collar and literally ripped my shirt apart until it was off me. His lips immediately went to my chest and nipples, while his hands roughly undid my belt, unbuttoned my fly in a frenzied motion, pulled the pants and my briefs below my crotch and wrapped themselves around my balls and engorging cock.

"Let me go, Chet," I whined weakly. I'm not going to do this."

"Strip my pants off," Chet commanded.

"No, no, Chet. This has already gone too far." So, he released his hands and stripped down himself. His lips came back up to find mine, and I turned away again.

"Touch me," he commanded. "Take my cock." I froze. He took my balls in one of hands and squeezed. "Touch me, I said!"

I moved both hands down to his crotch and took his cock. He was big and thick--maybe bigger and thicker than Phil. I shuddered, and so did he. This time when he took my lips in his, I didn't turn, but I was as unresponsive as I could be. I felt so weak. I didn't for the life of me want to be doing this. But I couldn't stop doing it. I couldn't help myself. He could feel me relaxing, surrendering.

Once more his lips came down the side of my neck. He took my arms and raised them over my head and told me to leave them there. I did as he asked. He'd brought a bottle of the beer with him, and he popped the top and poured the cold liquid down my chest. His lips did another tour of my pecs and nipples and then up to both of my armpits, licking up the beer. His hands were on my sides and as his lips traveled slowly down my sternum and abs, his hands came down my sides as well. He tongued my navel and then traveled down my belly and into my pubic hair. He wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and cupped my balls with it, as the other hand went behind me and caressed my butt cheeks. Then he went down on me, tonguing the helmet first and then the rest of and my cock, swallowing and pumping, nibbling down one side and up another, flicking his tongue around the rim of the helmet and into my piss slit, and then going back to swallowing and pumping.

All the time I was moaning and sighing and admonishing him that this had to stop. I didn't even notice when his hand stopped caressing my butt cheeks and he had started fingering my asshole, but before I knew it, he had a finger past my sphincter and was rubbing my prostate and I jerked and lurched and came in three heavy spasms.

I collapsed against the wall. "That's enough, Chet. That's way more than enough. I've got to go. You've got to leave."

Another flash of lightning revealed the layout and contents of the shed. Chet took me by the hips and pulled me over to the side, where there was a compost drum we had recently bought but not put to use yet.

"On this; down on this with your chest," Chet directed with an urgency.

"Chet, no. Not . . ."

He pushed me down. "Spread those legs." I did as he asked and I felt his lips and teeth on my butt cheeks.

"God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely. In short order, his lips were on my asshole, followed shortly by his tongue, and he was moistening me up real good.

"Oh, no. Never again," I croaked. But there he was. I could feel the head of his dick at my asshole. He tried pushing it right in, but I wasn't anywhere near ready yet. He took his dick and slapped it against my butt cheeks and inserted first one finger, and then two, and then three and then pushed them apart, opening me up. And then his fingers were replaced by the head of his dick again. I tried to rise up, but he pushed me down with a strong paw on the small of my back. He used his other hand to help gain purchase for his cock, and when he was a good three inches in, he rotated his cock with his hand inside me, opening me more. Another inch and my sphincter took the cock and drew it farther in. As the helmet of his cock dragged across my prostate, I flinched and moaned. He was sighing and moaning as well, clearly enjoying this. He pushed in farther, a good five inches now. He took me by the hips with his hands and rocked me back and forth, more than half in, fucking me in midstream.

"Oh, yes, God that's good. I've anticipated this for weeks. I could come right now." But he obviously decided not to, because he stopped the action and stood very still, holding my hips in place for maybe three or four minutes. And then he just glided right in, all the way, maybe almost eight inches, into me, up to the hilt. I could feel his curly pubic hairs tickling my ass. Memories of Phil flooded back. How could I have denied how this felt?

He pumped me for maybe five minutes, rhythmically, taking long strokes and then short strokes. Then I felt his hand buried in the hair at the back of my head and his other hand just above my belly, and he was pulling me up to a standing position. He just held us there for a few minutes, my back against his heaving hairy chest, as he once again gained control of himself, bringing his breath into a shallower rhythm.

He then turned me back to the wall.

"See that pipe up there? Grab for it. With both hands. Hang on." I did as he commanded, and he put his hands below my knees and lifted me off the floor. He was under me now, pumping his dick up my channel from below. This didn't last for long though, broken off by another flash of lightning and another look around the shed. Not far away, burlap bags of grass seed were strung out side by side. Chet turned me again and laid my back on the bags. He was standing over me now, and only my shoulders were on the bags. My legs were draped up his torso and my ass met his crotch. He held one of my legs against him with one arm and was supporting me by my hip with the other. He had not lost his position inside me, though, and now he pumped down into me for a few minutes. Once again, he had to stop to hold himself in check, and this caused him to cramp up.

He slid me down onto the bags on my back and came down with me, behind me, onto his knees. Now he took my legs behind the knees and wish-boned them out as far as possible, opening me to the maximum to him. He pumped me deep and he must have grown to almost nine inches now, because I felt split in two and did some yelping and moaning and maybe added some sound to the thunder that was still rolling outside. Once again he had to stop to rest and to check himself. He let my legs down, and with one hand he massaged my chest, abs, and belly, and, with the other hand, he slowly pumped my cock back up and caused me to sigh and start writhing under him.

"How's that, Sport? Feel good now? Do you remember how good it feels now?"

I closed my eyes tightly and didn't answer.

"Tell me it feels good. Tell me that you will want me to do this again."

I tried my best to ignore him. He pinched my nipples with one hand and squeezed my cock with the other simultaneously, and I involuntarily sent my hands to both locations. But, when I reached his hands, my body betrayed me, and I left them there, stroking his hands, rather than trying to get them off me.

Chet laughed. "You won't answer, but your body betrays you. I know you've enjoyed this. But I want to hear you admit to it. To tell me we'll do this again."

Silence.

"Okay," he said, taking his hands away from my body. "Here, over on your side." His cock drew out of me completely, and I felt an involuntary stab of regret. I hoped, though, that this hadn't been conveyed to him. We couldn't do this ever again. I couldn't let him through my defenses ever again.

I went over on my side, and he was kneeling there beside me. He tried to kiss me on the lips again, but I turned my head once more. He scooted back to below me, lifted my right leg with his left hand, and glided his cock right back into my ass. He then went back to pumping me slowly but deeply, while his right hand went to my cock and balls. He weighed and cuddled and pulled and rolled my balls until I started moaning again. Then he went back to my cock. He pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go. He pulled his cock out of me briefly and leaned over and kissed my cock head and tongued it until it was moist and I began to grind my hips. His dick entered me again then and went back to a slow, deep pump, while he wrapped his hand around my dick, with his thumb applying pressure to the piss slit and stroked me in rhythm with his own pumping action. I was writhing and grinding myself pretty well now, and had my torso up so that I could reach his pecs and nipples and shoulders with my wildly wandering hands. I could hear his breathing getting heavier again now and I sensed we were both coming to a climax. But once again, he stopped the action and held both of us very still, but only briefly.

He lay down behind me, his cock up me as far as it would go, and brought my right leg down, so that my ass canal closed in tightly around his cock. The muscles in my ass canal were contracting and releasing, caressing his cock. He wrapped his right arm around me with his hand coming back and massaging the nipple on my left breast. His other hand was giving my cock slow, deep strokes. We were both aware that I was about ready to shoot off again. I let my sphincter expand and contract, doing a job on his cock that was giving him a great deal of pleasure. I was remembering how Phil and I had experimented. He had his face in my neck, and he put his tongue in my ear and explored briefly.

Then he said, "Admit it, you have no defenses left. You were wanting me just now just as much as I ever wanted you. Let's have that kiss now."

He raised his head up and I turned and met him this time, opening fully to his lips and tongue, giving as well as I was giving. We were in that position, when I felt his cock jerk inside me and bathe my insides with his cum. Almost simultaneously I ejaculated again myself.

We lay there for a good fifteen minutes, listening to the thunderstorm move off in the distance and to the beating of each other's hearts. He pulled me over him, so that I lay stretched out above him, his cock still up my ass and my cock waving in the air.

"We didn't finish removing the stumps," he said softly, at great length.

A moment of silence.

"No," I then answered meekly.

"We must do that"

"Yes," softly.

"Tomorrow."

"Yes."

"But first I'd like to show up what can be done with that big stump."

Momentary silence.

"Yes," almost a whisper.

"And maybe the ax handle."

Silence.

"Phil told me about the baseball bat. And I know about the night of the double"

Silence, but I shuddered.

"And maybe the ax handle," Chet repeated.

"Yes," weakly.

"And the day after that."

"Yes," no more than a whisper.

The door of the shed opened and a big, black dude was backlit in the door frame.

"Chet, that you? You told me to come over about now."

"Yep, Ned, it's me . . . and this is the lovely piece of ass I was telling you about."

"No," I moaned, trying to rise up off Chet, but he held me fast, with his arms wrapped around my chest above, with his legs wrapped around mine below, and skewered on his cock, which was on the rise again.

"Yes, I see," Ned said, coming over and looming above us. "Are you sure you were told he can do double?"

"No," I moaned.

"Yes," Chet mimicked my moan.

I lay there, bound and skewered, while big Ned peeled off his T-shirt and his shorts. He stood above us, so that both Chet and I could clearly see him working his tool. He was wiry and lean, but very well cut. But his most prominent feature was his long, thin cock, which sported a large mushroom cap.

Chet grabbed for my wrists and pulled my arms above my head and outwards, while Ned pushed our legs apart and crouched there between them.

"Very nice, very nice, indeed," he said and then gave a low whistle. He ran his hands over my thighs and my belly, abs, and chest. He gave me some licking there as well.

"Umm. Budweiser," he murmured.

Despite the predicament, my cock began to harden noticeably. He went down on me then, sucking noisily and twisting and turning my cock, getting it ever stiffer. At length, he crouched over my torso, his legs straddling my sides and slowly sank his ass down on my cock. I lost some of my tension then, thinking that this might not be so bad. I even let him bring his mouth, with his big, thick, sensual lips to my mouth and give me a deep, lingering kiss. His mouth tasted minty, not at all what I expected. While we kissed, he pumped my cock with his ass. I came again rather quickly.




The Thunderstorm



I close the door behind her and drop the keys on the table. She stares round the room briefly lit by a lightning flash. I help her unbutton and remove the wet black leather coat, dropping it, dripping, to the tiled floor. It is joined by the wide-brimmed rain-hat releasing her dark hair.

As the thunder rolls over the roof I hand her a towel and she dabs her face rather than wiping it.

She is wearing the dark blue dress. She returns the towel, unbuckles the belt, reaches back and unbuttons the dress, pulling it off her shoulders. A lacy black bra covers those beautiful white breasts framed by tanned skin. 

My wet coat joins hers on the floor and I unbutton my jacket. Beyond the door the storm is now a concert of sound and light echoing along the hallway but I am more conscious of her excited breathing - and mine.

Her velvet blue eyes watch me carefully as she steps out of her dress and drops her slip.

My jacket, shirt and tie tossed aside, I drop my trousers. I step forward as she moves back, staring at me, and sits on the chair.

"Let me," I say as I go down on my knees in front of her. I grasp an extended foot and pull off first one wet leather boot and then the other. She leans back and slides down her tights then kicks them aside.

My face is in front of her panties. They are black too, silk, trimmed with lace. Everything she wears is expensive.  My fingers rise along the back of her legs, across to the top of the pants. I pull them down slowly, easing the elastic. My gaze never leaves her crotch. Her mat of dark pubic hair is damp. I lean forward and kiss it.

She gasps and reaches forward.

It's her turn now. She feels behind her and releases her bra revealing the breasts, firm and full with small nipples. She goes to her knees and runs her fingernails along the back of my legs. She pulls my shorts off and kisses the tip of my swollen penis. She kisses her way down to the junction and back up.

Her tongue licks the tip of my penis and it throbs in response. Her mouth opens and slides over the tip. She sucks and then works her head up and down, her tongue rubbing the glans. Amazing! Where did she learn this?

The thunder is further away now. It is still uncomfortably warm and there are small beads of sweat on her neck and above her breasts. I can sense my sweat too and offer a small silent prayer that my body spray is still living up to the promise on the tin.

I pull her up, press my lips to hers and feel the length of her damp body against mine. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom. 

I lay her on the bed and stand over her. Her round nipples are larger now and erect. She opens her legs and I climb on the bed between them. I go down on her slowly and kiss my way down from her lips to her breasts, sucking each nipple.  I find myself sliding down the bed and kissing my way to her flat stomach and down past her bush to her soft, inner thighs until my feet are back on the floor at the foot of the bed and her smiling face seems a mile away.

She raises her knees, her legs wide and her gorgeous, pink cleft is open in front of my face. I know what she wants. She even described it in a text message she sent me before the storm.  I kiss each side and kiss her soft, silky pubic hair. My tongue finds her clitoris. She lets out a little cry. I press my tongue against her clitoris and rub it up and down and she draws in a long breath and moans.

She pushes her hips against my tongue. I reach up around her legs and find her breasts. I knead them as I continue tonguing her clit. She gasps and cries out. She presses her hips harder against me and uses a hand to push a pillow under her. I keep on licking until, with her hips now on the pillow, her thighs squeeze against my head.

I pull my head free and start to lift myself forward up the bed kissing and mouthing.  Her legs part. She pulls me up and we are face to face . Her eyes are wide and wet with tears. She presses her mouth to mine and says something in a hoarse whisper.  A beautiful woman has no business saying things like that, erotica should be my preserve.

She turns her face to the ceiling and I am looking at soft white neck which is there to be kissed and left with a love bite. She says it again.  Words like that don't sound right from a woman's lips. Which is perhaps why I like her saying them as they go direct from ears to brain and send strong signals to my penis. I feel her hand reach down to guide my inspired penis until it is pressing those labial lips. It follows the mental instructions and works its way slowly in. She grunts and puffs and her breathing is now spaced.

I am thrusting my penis in her hot little tunnel. Her muscles tense in response. I begin to work her in long, deep strokes, in and out, riding her until I feel it coming. I stop. 

She pulls at me, working her vagina around my penis, but I hold still. When it subsides, I go back to the thrusting, first short ones then some long and deep until I feel the tip against the cervix. I keep this up for as long as I can, holding it back at the last moment. She opens her eyes wide and I can see the pupils moving up under the eyelids leaving just ovals of white. It is the signal punctuated by another lightning flash.

She calls my name, and again, louder against the thunder's rumble.

I can hold it no longer and I gush in her in long, deep spurts. It is the most satisfying sensation in all the world.

Rolling off, I scoop her in my arms and she kisses my face repeatedly, then snuggles against me. It takes awhile for my breathing to return to normal. Pressed against me, she raises a hand and gently rubs my chest and I see sweat easing between her fingers. Her fingers eventually work their way to my pubic hair. Smiling now, she tickles my flaccid penis with her fingernails.

I break away, stand up and cross the floor to the doors onto the terrace. I open the doors wide and cool air sweeps in. It has almost stopped raining and the thunder is fainter and now distant.  

She joins me and we smell the washed air together. She puts an arm across my shoulders.  "You didn't use anything."

"I didn't think you wanted me too."

"I did and then I didn't. It is just that I am frightened."

I teased her. "You? Frightened?  But I suppose that's understandable. Any woman would be. But I was told that after the first, the second and third and fourth are easy."

She used her other hand to punch me. Quite hard. It hurt.

"Bastard. You won't care when you see me throwing up, waddling about, all fat and breathless. And frightened. "

"Think of it this way. Nine months without the curse and a prize at the end."

"You'd like that wouldn't you? The prize. " She makes it sound like a criticism.

I pretended to think about it. " Hmm. I expect I would. I'd get used to it I expect."

She moved round in the doorway put her arms round my neck and kissed me. "Let's get married.  Tomorrow."

"Great idea." I kissed her back. "Remind me. What did you say your name was?" 

I was punched again. Hard. It hurt.

I am not too sure about the next bit. I am on the lounger on the roof terrace and the rain puddles trapped on the plastic seat would be soaking into my back except my raincoat has been spread under me. Through the open doors I can hear the CD that she calls 'screwing music' - Ravel's Bolero.  She bends over me allowing me to stroke that gorgeous arse. She kisses me carefully and strokes my penis. I am just grateful the roof terrace is seven floors up and not overlooked except by passengers in a 547 on the approach to the airport.

I'm not really ready, but my penis, which seems to operate under her control, gets hard between her fingers. She watches as the foreskin folds back then climbs on the lounger, straddles me and rubs her cleft against my penis bending it forward. She bends with it and I can reach up and grab her breasts. I squeeze them and crane my neck uncomfortably up to suck each nipple as she rubs her cleft slowly and deliberately up and down the length of my now hard penis. She lifts herself, reaches down and guides the tip into her then goes down.

Wow! I feel it going up parting her labia and it is deliciously painful. Then she rides me. We are two naked figures on a roof in the middle of the city and I am staring up at white rinsed clouds lit by an evening sun and loving every plunge. "Come on," she gasps. "Screw me. Really screw me you oversexed bastard! That storm has turned me on. Give it to me." I want to tell her that's what I think I'm doing, or she is doing, but why spoil the delicate mood?

The second time always takes longer but is always worthwhile. I would go as far to say even better than the first.

She comes again, shrieking, pressing hard down on me, just before I come. Her lovely face stares down at me reaching for the pleasure. There is nothing to compare to this - screwing a beautiful woman and seeing all the pleasure I'm giving her.

I inject into her again. Not quite so much this time but she seems to appreciate it. She gives a shriek. Anyone living down there three streets away gets a chance to hear the way she shouts, "Oh, darling, oh, that's so lovely."

She sits there on me, holding her breasts. She is gasping, looking down at me and there are tears sitting like jewels in her eyelashes. God, but she is beautiful. I'm in love.

Afterwards we sit indoors on the bed, cuddling, The air after the storm is soothing.

"I've just remembered something." I say. "That proposal of marriage."

She kisses my neck. "Yes"

"I'm already married."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I am the woman who was standing next to you at the church thirteen weeks and two days ago. The one dressed all in white, remember: the one that married you."

"That's alright then. So why did you rush me back to the apartment in the middle of a thunderstorm in the pouring rain when we could have waited until it had passed? There's me thinking we needed to hurry before your husband got home."

"I thought even some one as dumb as you about my sex might have guessed."

"Not a clue."

She bent her head to me and whispered. "This afternoon was a good time for me to begin to find out what I shall be frightened about."

I used to be a firm believer that it is the husband who should initiate sexual intercourse. The woman should be the hugger and kisser; the genital areas under the jurisdiction of the male. I keep meaning to raise the subject and explain my views but there never seems to be the right moment. So best, maybe, to leave things as they are. Her mind, now we are married, seems occupied with other thoughts.



The Thunderstorm



I awakened some time later with Naomi no longer in my arms, but sitting before me with a concerned look on her face. I could see rain still falling through the cave entrance. As I came awake, I noticed how cold I felt.

"You're shivering," she said. "You're teeth were chattering. They woke me."

I was indeed shivering badly. I held my hand in front of me and it shook. The rock against my back no longer felt so warm. It seemed quite cold now. I guess that once the adrenaline rush had worn off my body couldn't hold off the cold any longer.

"I think your jeans are making you cold. They're still soaking wet," Naomi observed. "You need to get out of them."

"OK," was all I managed.

"I'll get your shoes."

She unlaced my tennis shoes, which, like hers earlier, were completely soaked. She pulled them off and then my socks, too, and set them aside.

"Now the pants," she said, gesturing to my waist.

I undid my belt and unbuttoned my fly. Still sitting down I squirmed out of my jeans and tossed them over to the pile of clothes to my side, which now included a pair of shorts, I noticed with surprise.

I looked back at Naomi. She was sitting back on her shins and actually had my shirt fully on, but only one button done. The sleeves were comically long and the tail of the shirt fell over her thighs, but couldn't hide a bit of white panties peeking out between her legs.

"Now, my turn to make you warm. Lie down. No, over here, where we haven't dripped over everything."

She pointed to a section of the cave floor that we hadn't used. I crawled a few feet over to where she indicated and looking back I could see how much dampness we had left with our dripping wet clothes and hair. I was still shivering uncontrollably.

"Now, lie down on your side." 

I obeyed.

Naomi crawled over next to me and spooned against my back. I could feel her fumble with something, then fold a portion of my shirt over my upper side as she pressed her chest and stomach against me. Her warmth inundated me like a warm bath. She folded one arm over my side and pressed it against my chest while sliding the other under my neck to pillow my head. For several minutes I lay cradled in her arms, absorbing her gift of warmth and marveling at the unexpected serenity I felt spreading through me. The shivers became intermittent, then stopped altogether. Naomi's warm breath against my neck was a key that unlocked each taught muscle within me, breath by breath, until I felt my bones melt into the floor beneath me and my flesh meld into her warmth behind me.

"You know, I've dreamed of something like this for years," she whispered hesitantly.

"You have?" I responded in astonishment.

"Yes, ever since our last trip up here, years ago."

"Really?" I still couldn't believe it. "I was such a skinny runt back then."

"That's not what I remember. I thought you were pretty cool. I tried to get your attention, but you never seemed to notice me. You only had eyes for my sister."

I didn't know how to respond to that so I kept quiet.

"I'm not blaming you. Just . . . observing."

"I think you've got my attention now."

"Do you think?"

We lay quietly for a few more minutes.

"What were you doing up here anyway?" I asked. "I thought everyone had taken a nap."

"I tried," she replied, "but I couldn't sleep. I, um . . . I . . . ," she hesitated. 

"Yeah?"

After a pause she went on. "Well, I was kind of upset, after lunch and all."

"And all?" I parroted. "What do you mean?"

"All that talk about my sister's wedding. I could see you were devastated. You didn't have any color in your face and I don't think you said a single word. I wanted to be the one you turned to for comfort, but you never even looked at me, not once. I might as well have not been there as far as you were concerned.

"So when everyone had gone to lie down, I wanted to take a walk, be by myself. I just sort of wandered up here. It's a nice place to feel sorry for yourself."

I turned to face her. 

"I'm sorry. I had no idea. But if it makes you feel any better, I'm beginning to see the error of my ways."

Her hand still draped over my side and she began to gently stroke my back. I took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I didn't know what color her eyes were. I couldn't make out their color in the dim light of the cave. I looked more intently, but all I saw were unblinking pools of liquid darkness. They beckoned me in.

I pulled her toward me and our lips gently brushed. Behind my closed lids I detected flashes of light, but I couldn't tell if that was lightning outside the cave or sparks inside my head. Her tongue lightly explored my lips and I pulled her closer. We kissed deeply as I enveloped her in my arms. Our bodies seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces. As we touched, I felt my skin tingle with sexual electricity as if a circuit had just been closed. We kissed insatiably while my hands roamed over her body, relishing her sensual curves, the delicate textures of skin and hair, the alluring topography of bone and muscle.

Meanwhile her hands explored my body, kneading the muscles in my back, squeezing my buttocks, tousling my hair. She frantically kissed my eyes, my nose, my forehead, my neck. I could hear her breath coming in pants, like a wild animal after a chase. 

I slid my hands under her panties to admiringly squeeze her cheeks. She leveraged her hips forward, making it clear that she wanted me to remove her panties. I slipped the clammy fabric off her legs as she rolled over onto her back, exposing herself to me.

A series of nearby lightning strikes illuminated the back of the cave in surreal flashes of white light, briefly revealing to me erect nipples on her round breasts, lightly muscled stomach, and dark pubic bush. The intensity of the storm seemed to be increasing once again. I vaguely perceived rain violently pounding down at the entrance of the cave.

I sat up on my knees to better admire Naomi for a moment and she took that opportunity to pull down my soggy briefs. My erection sprang up and she sat up to touch and nuzzle my dick. 

I was ready to explode, but I wanted also to savor her body while at this peak of white-hot desire. I was almost beyond rational control. My world was neither past nor future, only what was before me at that instant: Naomi's beauty, her passion, and the endless depths of her gaze, into which I wished to throw myself forever.

I gently pushed Naomi onto her back and began to kiss her all over her body. First her luscious breasts and tightly wound nipples, then her stomach, thighs, shins, feet. She was a banquet of endless delight. I lightly traced my fingers along the insides of her thighs, velvety soft, ran my fingers through her thick, coarse bush, and delicately parted the lips of her pussy to feel the fringes of the moist furnace burning within her. She gasped as I explored her pussy with my hands and kissed her belly. 

She let me do so for only a few seconds, though, before she pushed me back, sat up and motioned me to lie on my back. She, in her turn, kissed me all over, her hot lips like a branding iron leaving the marks of her passion indelibly but invisibly etched into my being.

I felt her kiss my face, neck, chest, stomach, thighs. I felt her hand tenderly cradle my balls and her hot breath on my dick as she kissed the shaft. Then the incredible warmth of her mouth enveloped my dick and I felt lines of electric warmth radiate from my loins and involuntarily loosen my muscles, tendons, and joints. She continued to fondle my balls and the base of my shaft while alternately licking, sucking, and then blowing on my wet member. In the cool air of the cave, my dick quickly got cold as she blew on it, then was restored to indescribable comfort as she enveloped me once again.

After she did this only a few times I could feel the pressure building.

"Naomi, I'm not going to last long," I warned. "If you. . ."

She didn't let me finish but silenced me by putting a hand over my mouth even as she sucked more vigorously. I soon felt my sphincter contract and the pressure build with an irresistible momentum. I exploded into her mouth, contraction after contraction after contraction. I gasped and moaned with pleasure. I had never felt that kind of release before.

To my surprise, Naomi gulped down my entire load without effort. Where had she learned to do this sort of thing I wondered with surprise.

Naomi leaned her head on my heaving chest. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and return to a calmer state. I became aware of the uneven cave floor poking into my back, so I raised myself up and brushed off some of the debris clinging to my skin. 

"Oh, poor baby!" Naomi cooed when she realized what had happened. She inspected my back with her fingertips and kissed whatever injuries she could find.

I gathered her into my arms and regarded her. She looked very pleased with herself.

"You look like the cat that just ate the canary," I remarked.

"It was more like the snake," she quipped.

We both laughed.

"Well," I asked, "do you think this pussy deserves to be petted for its good deed?"

In response she just raised her eyebrows and looked away coyly.

I drew her to me and kissed her tenderly for a long while. Then I laid her on her back and began kissing and fondling her as I had earlier, but lavishing more time and attention on each lovely zone of her body. Her breasts were a marvel to me: firm yet soft, pliable yet resilient. I ran my tongue around her nipples, then sucked and then blew on them, then sucked again. I heard a sharp intake of breath with each suckle. 

I buried my face in her bush, so lush and thick with dark curly hair, yet extremely soft and sensual. My hands fondled her thighs, fingers tracing the outlines of muscles and tendons, then gently separating the lips of her pussy. I fondled the outer lips, occasionally dipping my finger into the honey well to extract some more lubrication. My thumb found her clit and slowly circled it, finally approaching from above and lightly pulling the hood down and back up over her ultra-sensitive organ. Her breathing increased in intensity and I knew it was time for me to explore her with my tongue. I had never gone down on a girl before, but I knew the hotspots from watching porn vids, so I figured I could extrapolate.

I buried my face in her fragrant bush and found her pussy with my tongue. She was dripping wet now. I lapped at her juices, stuck her tongue as deep into her pussy as it would reach, and then teased and licked her lips. Gentle moans became more urgent. My tongue turned its attention to her clit, licking around it at first, then flicking the tip lightly against her perceptibly enlarging button. Naomi began to squirm.

I decided to take a page from her book and gently sucked her clit into my mouth, then released it and blew on it. I went through this process several times, each time hearing Naomi's moans increase. Her hips began to gyrate vigorously now and she was panting audibly. I decided it might be time to go for it. I put the flat of my tongue fully against her clit and massaged it up and down, back and forth. Soon Naomi began to convulse and shorts gasps escaped her lips, followed by a long sigh. I ceased my ministrations and felt her body relax. 

I lay with my head against her tummy for a few minutes before she pulled me up to her head and gave me a deep long kiss. As she did so she reached down with one hand to fondle my dick and balls. To my surprise, I was quickly hard again, despite having come so vigorously only a few minutes before.

"I want you inside me," she whispered in my ear.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have any protection-do we?"

"No, but I should have my period in just a few days. I think we'll be ok. Please?"

I needed no further convincing. I lowered myself on her and she helped guide my dick to her pussy. I pushed in slowly. She was still well lubricated, but I felt resistance as I pushed deeper.

"This is your first time?" The realization just hit me. I had assumed she was the experienced one, but perhaps not.

She nodded silently, looking a little worried.

"Mine too. Tell me if I do something wrong?"

She nodded and kissed me. 

I retreated somewhat, then pushed in slowly again. As I overcame each bit of resistance inside her, I would hear a sharp intake of breath and I would slow down. Then she would relax and I would continue to push in deeper. Soon I was in to the hilt. I then began to play her with a steady rhythm, each stroke coming more smoothly, more sensuously. Every so often I would feel her pussy clench around me and she would arch her back slightly. At those times she was so tight I could hardly slide my dick around inside her, but the sensation was nonetheless so intense that I could feel myself come nearer to orgasm with each contraction.

After several minutes of these wonderful sensations Naomi pushed me up by my shoulders and said, "Roll over."

I rolled onto my back and she straddled me, removed my shirt and helped me lay it under my back like a blanket. Then she took hold of my dick and lowered herself onto it, slowly letting it slide deep within her. She leaned forward, braced her hands on my shoulders and began gyrating her hips.

I could see her more clearly now-there seemed to be more light in the cave. I glanced over to the entrance and saw that the rain had stopped and that sunshine was reflecting off the rock face into the cave. Looking back at Naomi hovering above me she appeared even more beautiful than before. Her eyes were closed and her face showed that unselfconscious look of total absorption in the present. Her breasts jiggled with each movement and her nipples were coiled in a wrinkled erection. Her stomach was pulsing in and out with each labored breath and her slender waist ever so gracefully flared into the shapely hips and thighs that engulfed me.

Her motions became faster and more urgent and she lay down fully on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me as tightly as I dared, while also increasing the passion of my thrusts. I could feel the twitches and spasms in my loins that signaled my orgasm building, just as I felt her pussy begin to clench spasmodically and her breath come in sharp pants. My dick seemed to balloon larger just before I came, filling her even more tightly, even as her pussy clenched, clenched, and then clenched one final, extended time. I thrust as deep as possible inside her as I expended myself. She pressed her hips hard against mine, then buried her face in the crook of her neck. She seemed to stop breathing for a moment, then let out a sudden gasp and several ragged pants before her breathing gradually returned to normal and she relaxed on top of me.

We lay clasped desperately together for a time, until I noticed that Naomi had begun shivering again.

"Naomi," I said, gently pushing her shoulders away from me. "We had better try to get ourselves warm now. I don't think we can keep staving off the cold this way."

She looked at me with a mischievous grin. "I'd like to try!" she asserted. 

But then she shivered again and I could feel her skin start to pucker up into goosebumps.

"I guess you're right," she reluctantly agreed. "What are we going to do?"

I looked over to the cave entrance. Sunshine was brightly reflecting off the rock outside. The storm had apparently blown through.

"There's a sunny rock nearby. Maybe we could try to dry our clothes out a little and warm up in the sun."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, shivering some more.

Naomi peeled herself off me. As she stood I could see my cum drip down her thighs. My now flaccid dick was sticky with my cum and her juices, as well. I looked around for something to clean ourselves off with, as if I might have missed a nice big box of tissues stashed somewhere in the cave. I also found my dick stirring once again, just at the sight of her gorgeous body and the results of our lovemaking spilling down her legs.

Naomi seemed to have already thought of a solution, though, because she walked over to our pile of damp clothes, grabbed her still-soggy panties and wiped herself off with those. I did the same with my wet shorts.

I picked up my jeans and considered them. They were cold and clammy. The thought of pulling them on was thoroughly unappealing. 

"Look," I said. "We don't have far to go. Let's just pull on our shoes and make a quick dash over to the spot I have in mind. No one will be up here so soon after the storm."

Naomi nodded in agreement and gathered up her wet clothes as I did the same. I hoisted her up the rock face at the cave entrance to help her out, then handed her up the two wads of clammy clothes. She squatted at the top of the rock face as I gingerly crawled up. I didn't want to scrape anything important. As I neared the top I looked up and saw Naomi leaning forward, extending a hand to help pull me up the final few feet. Her dark brown eyes sparkled. (Brown-that was it! They were brown!) Her tits dangled enticingly and I saw the beautifully folded lips of her pussy alluringly poking out above her short, curly, intensely black pubic hair. My dick hardened a bit more.

Once on the forest floor we hurried along the slope towards the outcropping of rock I had in mind. Overhead, all signs of the storm had passed-it had gone as quickly as it had come. The sun shone brightly and only a few clouds remained on the horizon. It looked to be about mid-afternoon. Our whole adventure had lasted only about an hour or so. It seemed like an eternity, so much had changed in that brief time.

We came to the outcrop of rock I had in mind. It wasn't the tallest formation on this part of the hill, but it was the most extensive, which meant fewer trees, which meant more sunshine. We clambered up the easiest path among the rocks and found a nice large, relatively flat expanse of rock in the full sun. There were a few puddles in depressions along the rock surface, but for the most part it was dry. We spread out our clothes and found the smoothest looking spot we could to lie down and absorb the sun's heat.

After the mild exertion of walking to the outcrop and a few minutes in the sun, I began to feel warmed. I looked over at Naomi lying next to me, eyes contentedly closed as she basked in the warming rays of the sun. How could I have never noticed her before! Well, actually, the last time I really had an opportunity to notice her had been four years ago. I don't think she quite look like this then. Surely the potential was there, but I just hadn't paid attention. I was too focused on her older sister.

But now, I was enraptured. Naomi's hair shone with a deep luster, faint hints of red highlights somehow released from the blackness by the bright light of the afternoon sun. Her breasts were beautiful--round, firm, with small but dark aureoles and a slightly raised nipple. I sat up on my elbow for a better view. Her stomach was taught and lightly muscled and one could clearly see the lines of her hips where they joined her abdomen, the sinews of her legs, the curve of her calves. She was a goddess!

But there was something else about her, too. There was a peacefulness, an aura of serenity that I sensed from her and that calmed me, as well. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed basking in the sun beside my goddess. After a little while I must have dozed off. When I awoke again I was disoriented and couldn't recall why I was stretched out naked on this rock. Then I looked around and saw Naomi in peaceful repose beside me and the events of the afternoon came flooding back into my memory. I closed my eyes and replayed the scene of our lovemaking in my mind, wondering if I would ever experience such passion again. The mere memory of it began to arouse me once more. 




The Thunderstorm



I was startled to alertness when I felt something lightly brush my semi-hard dick.

"Silly boy," I heard Naomi say, "can't you tell when you're being fondled? Why so uptight?"

She smiled at me and cuddled up next to me. We kissed and fondled and soon Naomi was writhing passionately on top of me. I felt her slide down my stomach a little ways and felt her bush against my hardon. She reached behind her and guided my dick into her warm moistness once again, and once again I could hardly believe how sensual and passionate, and just plain fucking right it felt. We took our time this go round, and I enjoyed the sight of her gorgeous body and enticing smile in the full sunlight. 

As the sun began to fall lower behind the trees and our passion was building to a climax, the sound of voices below us on the forest floor startled us into frozen silence. I could hear 2 or 3 voices. They sounded young, maybe teenagers, all boys, no one I recognized.

I whispered into Naomi's ear. "They can't see us up here, but if they climb up onto the rock, we are totally busted."

"Well then," she whispered back with a mischievous smile, "we just need to make sure they have no reason to come up here."

Then to my utter amazement, she resumed her writhing gyrations on top of me, clearly intending to finish what we had started. I must have had an astonished expression on my face, because she raised herself up a little and looked back at me with raised eyebrows. That mischievous smile spread across her face again and she put a finger over my lips and just kept going at it.

That little vixen! I thought. But who was I to argue. . . 

I could feel my dick, which had softened a little with the disturbance, harden once again, aided by what felt like Naomi's deliberate contractions of her pussy. I could hear the voices circling around the circumference of the large rock we were on, and soon they would be near the most accessible access point up to the top of it. But Naomi's movements were becoming more urgent, and I was following suit. As I neared climax, a moan involuntarily escaped me. The voices abruptly stopped. My instinct was to freeze, but Naomi was oblivious as she ground her hips against me in growing fervor. At that point, I decided I simply didn't give a damn and I uninhibitedly thrust into her. There was no turning back now. Naomi was panting audibly and I saw red splotches growing on her cheek and neck. Her pussy repeatedly clenched around me and she buried face in the crook of my neck to try to muffle her moans as she came in waves that shook her body in spasmodic jerks. I soon followed.

We lay entwined, panting heavily for several minutes. When I heard the voices again, they seemed to be farther up the hill and moving away from us.

"I think it's time we made our appearance back at the cabins," I suggested, "soggy clothes or no."

"I'd prefer no," she quipped with her devilish smile, "but somehow I don't think that would be the most sensible plan."

"I'm afraid not," I replied.

We walked over to our clothes and assayed their state. Naomi's seemed to be mostly dry, as was my shirt and undershirt, but my jeans were still pretty soggy, as were our socks and shoes. We nonetheless gamely dressed ourselves and squished our way back down the hill, hand in hand.

"What shall we tell everyone?" I wondered out loud.

"Well, whatever we say, I think we should probably omit the part about you fucking my eyes out several times this afternoon," Naomi observed dryly.

I burst out laughing at that. Not only was she sexy as hell, she was funny, too! What had I done to deserve this?

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As it turned out, we managed to play it pretty cool that afternoon, and no one seemed to suspect anything out of the ordinary had happened, apart from the both of us sheltering from a storm in a cave. My two little brothers actually thought that sounded like a pretty neat adventure. I did too, but for reasons they could have never imagined.

For the remainder of our two weeks at the cabins, Naomi and I managed to make some pretty convenient arrangements. With the excuse that my two little brothers, with whom I shared a room in the small cabin my family was staying in, made too much noise at night and kept me awake, I arranged to sleep in the bunkhouse, which was little more than a frame with heavy canvas draped over it. It kept the rain out, and the wind, but not the cold, so it was a good thing that I had a warm sleeping bag and an even warmer bed partner to spend the night with. For Naomi, you see, happened to have a room to herself in the other, larger cabin, and it just happened to have a separate door to the outside. My parents probably marveled at my industry the day following the big thunderstorm in taking it upon myself to make sure that every door hinge on the property was well oiled and every door stoop and step properly nailed down and squeak free. It goes without saying that there was one door I was especially attentive to.

By the time our vacation at the cabins was over, there was no disguising the fact that there was something between Naomi and me. I doubt our parents had any inkling of the true extent of that something, and that's just as well. As for my part it was an excruciating parting. Both of us still felt unspeakably passionate towards each other, yet we had little experience to help us weather an extended parting. I was afraid that Naomi would forget about me soon after I was out of sight. She probably felt the same way.

But, as fate would have it, we both turned out to be persistent souls. We both were going off to different colleges in the fall, but we conspired to have Naomi transfer to my school after one semester. After that, there was no looking back.

It may seem trite and cliche, but some loves simply seem destined to last. I am due to graduate from college soon, and in the summer Naomi will become my wife. I have never even really looked at another woman since that afternoon in Mummy's cave except for the one I have come to truly love. And it was all due to a few well timed drops of rain.