2 comments/ 33322 views/ 7 favorites Night of the Tornadoes By: julybear7 The following is offered with many thanks to OneSilky for the inspiration, suggestions and editing advice she provided. Enjoy. Jb7 Tempest Coney looked at the plant order in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she swore at her Pap. He expected her to harvest, package and arrange to ship 25 English boxwood plants to arrive in Rushford, Illinois by August fifth, ten days from now. He told her to do whatever was needed and just get it done. She had graduated from high school that June, a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday. A couple of weeks later, her Mam had been called to take care of Mam's mother. Last week, the month-long absence of Mam had finally got to Pap. He had come home Saturday, after a long afternoon of sampling a friend's sour mash, and grabbed her, telling her she had to make up for her Mam being gone. He had grabbed her from behind, seizing her titties and pinching her nips, frightening her. She had bent over at the hips, trying to pull away, and felt Pap's rigid pole against her bottom. Pap had pulled his hands back, startled, releasing her. When she straightened up, she had knocked him backwards, down the porch steps. The six steps were open in the back, and his left foot had gone through and been caught by one of them, dislocating his knee and severely spraining his ankle. He had tried to stand up to get back up the stairs to her, and fallen when he tried to step on his left foot. He had cursed her as an ungrateful bitch in his pain and drunkenness, then told her to call an ambulance to take him to the hospital in Tuscaloosa. He had sobered up some by the time it arrived, and he had instructed her to take care of the nursery, filling the orders she could. Her Pap had spoken with Mr. Fitzroy, the customer, and promised a speedy delivery for the boxwood plants he wanted. Now, he expected her to keep his promise, however she could. She made a decision and grabbed a sheet of paper to put in the typewriter. #### Dave Fitzroy, owner/operator of Rushford Landscaping, looked at the letter in his hand. It confirmed the purchase of fifteen one-year-old Southern boxwood plants from Coney's Plant Farm and Nursery in Brookton, Alabama, a small town northwest of Tuscaloosa. In an apologetic tone, the letter asked if he would be able to pick the plants up. The owner of the nursery was currently laid up following an accident. The only help the small nursery had was the owner's nineteen year old daughter, who would not be able to harvest, pack and ship the number of plants he needed by the time he needed them. If he could pick them up, they would discount the purchase 5 percent. "Well, shit!" he thought. "A day down, a friggin' long day, another one to harvest and load the plants, and a third long friggin' day to drive back. Horseshit! No use stewing about it, Peterson wants those friggin' boxwoods, and this is the only place with any available right now." He reached for his phone. The young woman who answered recognized his name. She identified herself as the daughter of the owner, and apologized for the inconvenience her father's accident was causing Dave. He told her he could be there Monday to harvest and load the plants. She told him that was fine and she would expect him Monday morning. Dave told his wife, Ellie, about the impending journey over dinner. "Oh, Dave! We were going to take Jim to Sarah's this weekend, remember?" He swore softly under his breath. Sarah's husband, Phil, had died just before Christmas, leaving her with a small farm about an hour and a half away. His son had been given the task of refurbishing her lawn so she could easily care for it by herself. Until Jimmy had started high school, the two couples had often traded partners while visiting each other on vacations. The plan had been that, this weekend, as a surprise, they would initiate Jim into replacing Phil. In preparation, the randy couple had abstained from their daily sex for the past week. "I'm sorry, El, there's no way I can go. You'll have to drive him, and the other will have to wait 'til another time. Maybe you can convince Sarah to visit at Christmas." She glowered at him, and he knew the abstinence would continue. Ellie and Jim had taken off right after supper Friday night. Recognizing he was not one to do well left on his own, Dave decided to start for Brookton early Saturday morning. As it turned out, he had severely overestimated the time it would take him to drive to the small nursery, thinking it was further south. He had started from Rushford about six that morning. When he stopped for lunch just outside of Birmingham, he checked his maps and realized he would be at the nursery by two o'clock. A few rain sprinkles drew his attention to the sky. A large bank of cumulus clouds was rolling down from the northwest. He figured he needed to hurry.#### Tempest was worried. The radio said there was a storm coming, and a tornado warning had been issued for Tuscaloosa County. She dreaded the big black funnel clouds. One had passed over a storm cellar she was hiding in when she was a young girl and demolished the house she, Mam and Pap had been living in. Worse than the swirling clouds, she hated the warning sirens and their ululations. She swore she could feel the howling sound in her bones. Worst of all, one of the hateful towers was situated just a few hundred yards down the road from her house.#### He made Tuscaloosa in record time (for him). The girl had told him how to find SR 171. He was to take it north toward Moore Bridge. Just before he got to the Sipsey River, there was a marked private road heading south for a mile to the nursery; from the center of Tuscaloosa to their front door was twenty-two miles. As he pulled into the driveway of the nursery, Dave cast an anxious eye at the sky. There was a bank of dark green cumulonimbus clouds bearing down on the farm much too rapidly for his comfort. He got out of the truck as a young woman danced down the steps from the porch. They met about half way, and as she started to ask his business, a loud siren sounded. Dave recognized the tornado warning, having heard it frequently in southern Illinois. The girl's response to the siren was to collapse and assume a turtle position. Even so, Dave could see the sobs racking her slender body. The rain started in large pelting drops, quickly soaking the thin dress the girl wore, revealing the fact that the dress was all she had on. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms and asked if they had a storm cellar. She shook her head. Basement? She nodded, and Dave started for the house. In the house she pointed him through the kitchen to the stairs past the back door and down to the cellar. It was a large open area, with the furnace and set of slop sinks, next to which was a wringer washer. Dave smiled, remembering the one his mother had when he was in high school, some twenty years ago. He felt the girl shivering in his arms, and began to feel his own chill as the wetness in their clothes reminded him of why they were there. He put her down on her feet and began to pull her dress up over her hips. She tried to hold it down with her arms. "We need to get dry, or we'll get sick," he explained to her, as he unbuttoned his own shirt and pulled it off. He was tall, a couple of inches over six feet, and thin as a whip at 175 pounds. Because of his work, and the absence of any excess fat, the muscles in his arms and legs were large and well defined. As he slipped his cut-offs down his legs, the young woman, who hadn't spoken since the tornado alert, pulled her frock over her head, confirming Dave's observation that she was naked under it. She was hardly bigger than a minute, he thought, about 61 or 62 inches tall. If she weighed over a hundred pounds, it was because she was soaking wet from the rain. Carrot red hair adorned her head; the bush she sported below confirmed it was natural. Her C-cups were capped by erect nipples almost the same color, but slightly darker. Under a brow wrinkled because of her confusion, her green eyes were wary of him as she watched him drape her dress on a hanger and suspend it from a nail in one of the ceiling joists. While he put his clothing on another hanger, her eyes explored his body, so much different from Pap's. Pap wasn't exceptionally tall at 5 feet nine, but he was heavier than this stranger. Tempest wasn't shocked by the sight of the man's penis. Pap showed his off every chance he got, walking around the house naked when the business was closed. She couldn't remember the last time her bath wasn't interrupted by him coming in to use the toilet. When her eyes swept over the man's organ, she caught her breath. Even when Pap was hard, he wasn't as long as the stranger was half hard. She had changed enough babies and seen Pap in various stages of erection that she knew a semi when she saw one. She looked up just as he turned away, searching for his face. "If we're gonna be nekked together, you could at least tell me your name," she said to his back in a soft voice, her broad Alabama accent clearly noticeable. "Dave, Dave Fitzroy," he said, turning to face her just as the ululation of another tornado warning startled her, making her jump up into his arms, trapping his member between her crotch and his abdomen. The sensation of her moist heat stimulated his organ to grow to full erection. Her eyes widened in wonder as a wide smile spread from her eyes to her lips. Tightening her legs, she slid up and down on his rigid staff. Although she was familiar with how men were equipped between their legs, Tempest was as near a total virgin as she could be. Pap had absolutely refused to let her date while she was in school. It was made clear to the college boys he hired for the summer that anyone caught fooling around with his daughter would return to college with a crotch resembling hers. She knew how the parts fit together, and had watched Pap and Mam more than a few times while they were joined. It was not unusual for Pap to pull Mam down on his lap in the living room after dinner and skewer her in one hole or the other while Tempest cleaned the kitchen. They were visible from the kitchen as she worked, and frequently were still at it, both naked, when she finished. She could also hear them at night in their bedroom, across the hall from hers. Dave reached down and lifted her by her buttocks just until his cock was able to slide back far enough to be captured by her passageway, then relaxed his grip so she slipped down over his eight inch rod. She winced briefly and tightened her arms around his shoulders. He kicked over a pair of baskets of dirty laundry he had planned to search for towels and spread the contents to create a makeshift bed for the two of them. Kneeling on the floor, he lowered her onto the pile and began to slowly move in her. As the pain abated, Tempest became aware of spasms of pleasure emanating from her quim, increasing in intensity as Dave moved in her. She tightened her arms and legs around him and let instinct drive her body to reciprocate his motion. Outside, the wind could be heard increasing in velocity and intensity. Shutters were banging, barely audible above the wind noise. The two lovers, strangers to each other, started the drive toward their mutual and individual climaxes. Dave felt rather than heard his partner's scream of elation as he erupted in her. Simultaneously, there was the crash of glass breaking heard upstairs in the living room. "Wow," he grinned, "I've come hard before, but this is the first time I've broken a window." She laughed. "This was my first..." She searched for the word, "org... erg..." "Orgasm?" She nodded. "First time you've made love, too?" "How did you know?" "When you were sliding on to my c...organ, it looked like it hurt you a little." She nodded again. He bent to kiss her on the lips. "Thank you," he said, "for letting me be your first. I know her first time is special for a woman, but being a girl's first is special for a guy, too." He kissed her again, a long, soft kiss, slowly increasing in pressure. Just before he pulled away, his tongue came out and briefly caressed her lips. Tempest's first kiss was pure pleasure, magnified by the afterglow of her climax. When she felt his tongue caress her lips, opening them was almost a reflex. He was back almost immediately, covering her open lips with his, his tongue snaking inside to caress hers and engage it in play. This time when he pulled back, she followed him, not wanting to part yet. He re-engaged with her, while his hands explored her breasts and belly, then gently pulled away. "Usually, this part happens first," he grinned, then bent to start kissing the side of her throat, licking a line of nips down to her shoulder, and beyond to the erect tip of her now super-sensitive breast. He seemed to inhale her nipple, dragging it between his teeth as she moaned her pleasure. It was almost pure rapture, surrendering her body to his caresses and kisses. She relaxed and let him have his way, sometimes pushing her body toward his lips or hands, wherever the pleasure she wanted to increase was located. Her own hands came into play, rubbing his back and shoulders, head, whatever she could reach. He spent several minutes caressing her breasts, alternating kisses and sucks with manual caresses and light pinches and twists. He would grab her nipple with his lip-covered teeth and tug on it, occasionally lightly shaking it like a puppy with a toy, repeating this action with his thumb and finger on her other breast. In between, he covered the top and bottom and sides of her twin mounds with kisses and nibbles. She began to push her chest into his face, attempting to force her breast deeper into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling him closer; he felt her body stiffen and begin to shake. Very softly, so low he could barely hear her, she began moaning "ohohohohohohohohooh." With a final drawn out "ooooohhh," she went limp and fell back onto their makeshift bed. Dave moved up to lie beside her, and pulled her to him so she lay on her side, facing him, wrapped in his arms. When she had recovered sufficiently from her orgasm, he began to lightly caress her back, running his fingers and palms alternately up and down her spine and around her shoulder blades and the small of her back. "What's your name?" he asked, kissing her lips softly. She smiled shyly. "Don't laugh," she said. "It's Tempest. My Pap wanted to name me Stormy because of the weather the night I was born, but Momma thought that would be bad luck, like temptin' fate or somethin', especially with my red hair. But she thought Tempest sounded pretty, even though it means the same thing." Dave grinned. "I agree with your Momma, it is a pretty name, and it seems app..." He was interrupted by the wailing of the tornado warning sirens again. Tempest leapt on him again, pushing him onto his back. As she came to rest on his chest, he felt her heat engulfing his erection. Almost immediately, she was moving on him, like a she-wolf in heat, in rhythm with the alert. "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod," he could hear her murmuring as her hips kept time with the siren. He grew harder, longer, thicker in response to her movement. She responded with harder, faster thrusts while the pitch of her voice increased, howling like the timber wolf she seemed to be emulating. Outside, the volume of the sound of the wind was increasing. The wind whistling in through the broken windows found its way to the basement and chilled the pair as they mated. To protect her from the wind, Dave turned them over and began sawing in and out of her newly opened vagina, responding to his inner need. His erection disappeared into her flame colored thatch, full and thick enough that he couldn't see her lips on his shaft, where incredible, silken, moist heat was enveloping his staff. He felt her arms and legs encircle him and tighten, holding her body to his as she experienced her third climax of the day, indeed, of her life. Feeling her walls gripping him, her nails clutching his back, and her hips beating a tattoo against his, triggered his own eruption, bathing her heat with his hot spend. His collapse on her chest was marked by the sounding of the all clear. "Good gawd!" he huffed, his breath still short from his efforts. "Damn, little girl, you are something else." His kiss was returned with the same passion and need he showed. He turned them back so Tempest was lying on his chest, still joined pelvis to pelvis. His hands renewed their exploration of her back and sides, eliciting moans and squirms on his body as she ground her pubes and breasts against him. In a few minutes, he felt her open her knees to straddle him, resuming her drive for release and satisfaction. "Again, Davey," she breathed in his ear. "Again, and more. Fuck me, Dave, that's what we're doin', isn't it? We're fuckin'? Oh gawd this feels so friggin' good! More, harder, Davey, fuck me hard! Please! Godohgodohgod! Do! It! Now! Yessss!" she howled. And outside, the howling ululations of the storm warnings sounded anew. In spite of her climax, Tempest wrapped her arms and legs around Dave's torso and held on to him like a raft in a stormy sea. He again flipped them, remaining in her heated sheath, supporting himself on knees and elbows. He felt her breathing regulate itself, felt her begin to move on his staff. He responded, reciprocating her movements until their hips were only a blur, his eruption triggering her fifth climax that day. He rolled onto his side, maintaining their connection. In that position, they fell asleep on the pile of laundry that was their bed. Sometime later, Dave awoke to a clear sky and setting sun; his shaft shrunk to its usual flaccid size. He got up and slipped on his shoes, and went up the stairs to look into the kitchen. Most of the floor was clean, as were the walls, furniture and appliances. A band of mud fanned out from the doorway to the living room, three fourths of the way across the kitchen. In the mud, he could see the glitter of broken glass. Gingerly, he walked across the mud deposit to look in the living room. The entire floor was covered with a half inch of mud and detritus from the storm, including the glass and sashes of the windows which had been broken by the wind and wind borne debris. He looked to the stairway and saw similar conditions, but not as severe. The top steps, in fact, looked clean. He returned to the cellar, stopping in the kitchen to be sure no glass had stuck to the soles of his shoes. He shook the sleeping woman, calling her name, "Tempest. Tempest, sweet. Time to wake up." She rolled on to her back and stretched, smiling, arching her back so her breasts and pussy were well displayed. Dave felt a strong twitch in his crotch along with a definite surge of blood to his staff. "Damn, girl! You look good enough to eat! 'N fact, I think I will!" he exclaimed as he leaned forward to grab a breast in his mouth. Tempest squealed in surprise and tried to back away, but the surprise quickly gave way to pleasure, so she ceased struggling. Pleasure was replaced by concern as he abandoned her tit and began to nibble around her navel, resulting in a light tickling sensation, sending ripples of suppressed laughter and arousal up and down her torso. She reached down to push him away only to have him continue down her body thru her carrot colored bush and beyond. The first brush of his tongue traveled from the top of her hair-covered slit down and stopped just beyond the bottom of it, then reversed, probing between her labia and spreading them. Her response was a long grunting moan while she pushed her hips up into Dave's face. He pulled away and lay down beside her. Night of the Tornadoes "Feel good?" he asked. Speechless, she could only nod. "The storm has stopped, and other than the windows and some mud, the house looks to be okay. Why don't I carry you upstairs, since you don't have shoes, and we continue this in your bed?" A wide smile made its way slowly across her face and into her eyes as her arms encircled his neck. She nodded again, and kissed him. He laid her down in the center of her bed, a ticking stuffed mattress on a wire spring network suspended from the bed frame. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her knees, stretching his body over hers. "Tempest," he said, almost apologetically, "if you want me to stop, or if something doesn't feel right to you, just say so, and I'll stop; okay?" She looked puzzled. "Why would I want to stop something that feels so good, or makes me feel good?" "You might get pregnant. Your boyfriend..." Tempest laughed, an unpleasant laugh. "As if Pap would let me have a boyfriend. He hasn't said anythin' yet, but I'm sure he's plannin' on callin' me to join him and Mam some night in their ruttin'. You think he's gonna care about me gettin' a baby?" She grabbed his face and pulled him to her for a tongue filled kiss. "Now what were you doin' to me just before we came up here. It looked a lot like what Mam does when the college boys get stung by a bee." "What?" "Lay down, 'n I'll show ya." She pushed Dave on his back and got up on her knees next to him. "A few years ago, Pap sent me to the greenhouse to get some plants to transplant. When I walked in, Mam was on her knees, in front of Billy, one of the summer workers that year. She had his thin' in her mouth and was bobbin' up and down on it. "Billy saw me come in and pulled away from her. Mam turned around and saw me, 'n she said Billy had been stung by a bee and she was givin' him first aid, suckin' out the poison. I got the plants and was headed out the door when she called to me not to tell Pap or Billy would get fired for bein' careless. "When I looked back, she was doctorin' him again. Then I saw him get all tensed up and grab Mam by the hair. When he let her go, I saw her spit somethin' out. I figgered it was the poison, until I heard some girls at school talkin' about givin' their boyfriends blowjobs, that's what they called it. Then I understood why Mam didn't want me to tell Pap. "She seems to enjoy it a lot. A few times I've seen her orgasm doctorin' the summer boys, as she calls it. I've always wanted to try it. What do I have to do?" Dave had her first just lick his prick from bottom to top and around the head until she was comfortable with the textures and the feel on her tongue, then, cap the crown with her mouth, keeping her teeth wide open. The next step was to have her exert a gentle suction and slowly allow it to enter her mouth as far as she could take it. She got over half of his eight and a half inches in her mouth before she started to gag. When she pulled off him, her smile was a mile wide and her emerald eyes, bright with excitement. "Ooooh, I like that. It feels so nice. Sort of like when you fuck me, but different. It feels hard and soft, almost velvety, at the same time." She ducked her head toward his rod. "How can I swallow it? Won't it hurt it to bend goin' down my throat?" He had her lie on her back and put a couple of pillows under her shoulders, her head, on the bed. Slowly, he entered her mouth and fed his cock down her throat. He pulled back, nearly clear of her mouth, then pushed back in as far as he could. He could feel the bony structure of her larynx as he passed over it; could see his cock's progress down her esophagus. Slowly, he pulled back, against her continuing suction, until he was free. He sat back on his heels and looked down to see her green eyes, neon bright with joy, and a wide smile. "I guess you're alright, then," he said with a smile. More?" She nodded, eagerly and opened her mouth, waiting for him. Dave re-entered her mouth slowly as he stretched his body over hers, reaching for her legs and pulling them toward him so she was bent at the hips, her quim facing the ceiling. He locked her legs under his arms and buried his face in her cunt, drilling his tongue as deep in her as he could reach. Around his staff, her scream of pleasure was severely muted, but the vibrations were enough to spark his own spill of semen, eliciting another moan of pleasure from the red-headed nymph under him, as he shot his seed down her throat. Dave turned around and, with his pussy glazed lips, captured hers, tasting himself on her tongue. Simultaneously, they mewled in pleasure, causing them both to laugh. Tempest reached down between them and pulled his semi hard-on to her empty lady, giving it a few strokes to rouse it. "I've seen Pap fuck Mam from supper to bedtime and heard 'em in bed for a good hour after that, and you look to be a lot stronger and more fit than Pap. I don't know if he squirted like you done, or if Mam orgasmed. She just seemed to sit on Pap's lap with his thin' in her and let him do what he wanted." "What do you mean," Dave interrupted, "you've seen them fuck?" "Lots. After work, Pap comes in from the nursery, goes up and takes his shower, them comes down to supper, naked as a jay. After supper, while I clean up, he'll usually pull Mam down on his lap, with his thin' in her fancy or up her bottom, as awful and icky as that must be, and they'll sit like that until bedtime. "Sometimes, he's pushin' up into her, and sometimes she'll bounce on his lap. I c'n tell when he's in her bottom, 'cuz she looks like it's hurtin. When he's fuckin' her proper, she's all smiles. He don't seem to care, tho' "A couple of times this Sprin', when I was up late studyin', when I came up to bed, Pap called me into their room to give me some orders for the mornin'. He and Mam were still at it, 'n' he talked same as if we were at the table, eatin'. "Now, are you better'n Pap, or not? It's barely sundown; c'n you keep it up for a couple more hours? I can; my little lady may be sore as all get out come mornin', but tonight, it just feels too good to stop." Dave simply grinned and slipped his cock into her juiciness, watching her face light up with pleasure. "It's been a few years since my wife and I did an all nighter, but I'm sure willing to try." And with that, he began the age old ritual dance, the primary purpose of which was to continue the species.#### Daybreak found the pair asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms and legs. First light had barely made its way into the bedroom when a cock's crow frightened the sleeping pair into wakefulness. The second crow impelled them to action. Dave jumped out of bed and stepped into the hall, to be greeted by the rooster's third call. "Holy crap," he called. "Your rooster has come into the house. Must have come in through the broken window." "We don't have a rooster, or hens," Tempest called back. "He must have been blown here by the storm." "In that case...he looks like a tough bird, but if we stew him first, then fry him, he'll make a right tasty dinner tonight." He took a step toward the colorful fowl. As if the bird had heard him, he jumped from his roost on the stair railing and fluttered down the stairway on a beeline for the window. Dave laughed and turned back into Tempest's bedroom. "Morning, little girl. How are you feeling?" "My lady is so sore I can't sit up, even in this soft bed, but, in a strange way, it feels good. How's your thin'?" "Plumb wore out. I only hope my wife is still mad at me when I get home tomorrow. Other wise, I'm gonna have some tall explaining to do." "Well, from what I could tell last night, you're nearly as good with your tongue as you are with your, what'd you call it, a cock? Yeah, with your cock. You could make it up to her that way, maybe." "We'll see," he laughed. "Now, we got a long day ahead of us, getting this place cleaned up and secure, plus digging out the box woods, if they're still there. "You better put on some shoes or boots until we get rid of the mud in the living room and kitchen. Does your Pap have any sheets of plywood? Looks like I'll need two to board up the living room." "Yeh, out in the nursery shed. He uses them to make seed boxes. Can we get breakfast first? I ain't had anythin' since breakfast yesterday. I guess fuckin' can take your mind off food real good, huh?" "Yeh, it can," he said with a smile. "There's mud and glass in the kitchen. I can help clean that up, then while you get us some food, I'll work on the windows." The mud had mostly dried. It took them less than an hour to clear it out of the kitchen. Dave found the two sheets of plywood he needed, a hammer and nails, and a circular saw. He had one window done by the time breakfast was ready. They were done cleaning out the dirt and boarding the windows by noon. They had a quick sandwich and drove out to the shrubbery plot. The entire plot looked like a giant bird had shit straw all over the plants. The plants, however, were undamaged. "Thank the Lord." whispered Tempest under her breath. "Amen," replied Dave, out loud. Inwardly, he swore. He had expected container grown plants. He was looking at field grown stock, which would have to be transported bare root, or dug up and wrapped in burlap. Tempest sensed his reaction and asked what was wrong. When he explained, she reached out and put her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest. "Well, lets just select the plants you want and loosen them. Maybe, by then, you'll have an answer." Dave quickly chose fifteen healthy looking plants, and began to loosen the dirt around them. He had loosened four when he looked back and saw Tempest pulling them up, soil still covering the root ball, and throwing them into a tarp covered barrow. Before closing the tarp over the plant, she watered it thoroughly. Watching her, it occurred to Dave he could do the same in the back of his pickup. They quickly finished and transported the plants back to the house. Using scraps from the plywood he had used on the windows, he built a small frame to contain the dirt and plants in his truck. After making sure they were well watered, he spread his tarp over the entire bed and went in for supper. Tempest was on the phone with Pap when he walked into the house. "No, Pap, there wasn't much damage; some broken windows and the vegetable garden up by the house....yeh, I got them boarded up. Some fraternity guys and a teacher from the University came by...I don't think I have to worry, Pap...I know...one guy did. He came back and tried to get handy...I handled it, Pap. I told him I broke the leg on the last guy who tried to get fresh." Dave heard swearing from the other end of the conversation. Tempest was grinning. "He tried to play smart and asked which leg...I told him to guess, 'n he took off runnin'." Tempest laughed out loud. Pap must have asked a question while she was laughing. "Yeh, Pap; I talked to him last Thursday. He's due tomorrow to pick them up. It was faster and cheaper than shipping them...I gave him a five percent discount if he could come down and get them...'cause Pap, it was ten dollars each plant to ship them over night. That was the only way to meet your guaranteed date...this way he gets to choose his plants and he harvests them. We save a hundred and thirty dollars after his discount. I think I did pretty good...thank you, Pap; that means a lot. Well, I better let you go; it must be close to supper time. Say hi to Mam when she calls." While he had been putting his truck bed together, Tempest had parboiled some chicken to put on the backyard fireplace her pap had built, and made some coleslaw from out of her garden. While he put the chicken on, she put together some biscuits and got them in the oven. They came out just as the chicken was coming off the grill. After he helped clean up from dinner, they went to sit on the front stoop. Tempest brought out two bottles of Pap's homemade beer. Her tall tale to Pap stirred concern in Dave and he tried to persuade her to either go to a neighbor's or to go into town and stay at a motel or B&B. She dismissed both ideas, saying she didn't drive and couldn't leave the nursery untended. After arguing about it for nearly an hour, and getting nowhere, he got up to leave. "Don't go," she said. "Please, stay with me tonight. I might need protection," she added, teasingly. Dave looked at her, not sure whether to be flattered, exasperated, or just plain happy. "Okay, but not like last night. I'm gonna need to get some rest before I start back home." Tempest's happy laugh rang through the semi- tropical night like a jungle bird's mating call. Tempest lay on her right side, her hand gripping Dave's staff, lightly jacking it, while her left hand lightly caressed his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. Dave's left arm was under her neck, while his right explored her breasts, side, back and thighs. Every now and then, one or the other, responding to a particularly pleasurable caress, would let out a quiet mewl or groan. If there were smiles, neither saw them since both had their eyes closed while their tongues explored each other's mouth. Dave's right hand made its way between Tempest's thighs and sought out her dampness. First one finger, then another entered her, eliciting a series of low moans. When he felt her stiffen just prior to climaxing, he pulled his hand away and moved over her. He quickly entered her and began pumping into her, rapidly bringing her to a loud, screaming climax, punctuated by his own explosive release. He closed his arms around her and let his weight down on her, supported on his elbows and knees. Her legs and arms wrapped him up like a present to herself as she tightened them about his shoulders and hips. As they exchanged tongues, Dave rolled off his young lover, remaining firmly embedded in her. They said good night to each other and drifted off to sleep.#### The rooster was back, announcing the appearance of the Sun in the East. Dave groaned, hearing the noxious noise. Down the hall, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing. When Tempest didn't appear after a short time, he padded down the hall to see if she was okay. When he got to the door, he could hear the water running. He knocked and pushed the door open without waiting. Tempest was just stepping into the tub. "What is it," she laughed, "with me, men and tubs? Ever since my boobies sprouted, every time I get into a tub, some man appears lookin' like that," she gestured toward Dave's piss hard. "Last year, when I visited Uncle Hank and Aunt Em up in Kansas, after my birthday, they both would come in and insisted on washing me all over; both of them. I swear, me and my lady never been so clean. "Auntie Em even insisted on washin' inside me, front and back. That was embarrassin', especially when I broke wind after she washed me. Ol' Hank, he just laughed, but Em, she patted me on my fanny and kissed me like you did the first time." She finished getting into the tub and sat down. "Well, come on in and do your business; it don't bother me none. I been watchin' Pap piss for nearly five years while sittin' in this tub. "'N I need this bath. Between bein' so sore, and all your seed runnin' outta me, so that I felt like I was glued to the sheets, I figured I needed a wash. When you're done, you can join me. There's plenty of room. I promise not to bite, too hard," she said with a saucy smile. Dave just grinned and shook his head. "If I get within reaching distance of you, I won't get home until tomorrow," he said as he released his stream into the bowl. "Poop!" pouted Tempest, amusement showing In her eyes. "Give me a few minutes to soak and wash, 'n I'll go make you some breakfast. Mam wouldn't forgive me for sendin' you off without eatin'." She offered him a soapy washcloth. "D'ya suppose you can wash my back without gettin' too 'roused?" Dave laughed and knelt by the tub. "As long as you keep your hands inside the tub I can," he said, accepting the washcloth. He soaped and rinsed her back, carefully avoiding touching her otherwise. "Party-pooper," she chided him, grabbing his face and pulling him halfway into the tub for a kiss. "Once more, Mister Dave, please, then I promise, I'll let you go back to your family." He got back out of the tub and took her hand, pulling her up. "Christ, you're a horny little thing, aren't you?" He retrieved the washcloth from the floor where it had fallen and applied it to her pussy and thighs. "It's all your fault. I was a good girl until you stuck that thin' into me and showed me how much fun it could be," she said with a wide grin. "If you weren't so good at fuckin', maybe I wouldn't be so horny." "Bullshit," he said, lifting her out of the tub. "I think you were just waiting to be opened up. If your Pap and Mam are as randy as you say, it's probably in your nature. I pity your Pap unless he gets some young guys to help around here. You'll wear him out, you and your Mam." Tempest looked at him, curiosity in her eyes. "You don't think it's wrong for me to fuck Pap? I thought ev'ryone considered that wrong." Dave laid her down on the bed and joined her. Sliding his hand between her thighs and taking hold of her quim, he told her what he and his wife had planned for the weekend. "You don't mind other men laying with your wife? Pap wouldn't do that." "Maybe, but he lets her suck the college boys' dicks. You can't tell me he doesn't know about that. They may not talk about it, but he knows, and she knows he knows. It's probably part of their foreplay." "Foreplay?" "What a couple does to get into the mood, to get themselves aroused for sex, like me playing with you here," he said, squeezing her pussy. He pushed her onto her back and got into position between her knees. He pushed his cock into her then leaned down to kiss her and support himself on his elbows. "You know, to keep from wearing your Pap out, you and Mam could kiss each other's pussies like I did to you that first night." "Really? Girls do that to each other?" "Mmhmm; and if you do it in front of Pap, it'll pro'bly make him real hard, real quick, and he'll pro'bly be able to fuck you both all night long." Dave began increasing his speed and the force of his thrusts. The thought of Tempest and her Mam together spurred him on, until, in a few minutes, he felt the roiling in his balls which signified he was ready to unleash his load. He looked at Tempest. Her eyes were closed, her mouth, open, her face showing an expression of pure rapture. With his first burst of cum, her arms and legs gripped him tightly and her hips began a drumroll on his pubes as she screamed out her ecstacy. Dave collapsed on her, spent. His cock was spewing seed into her love sheath, which was still milking him. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, arms around each other. Tempest opened her eyes and grinned. She gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose and touched her forehead to his. "Thank you, Davey. Thank you for bein' my first lover, and for bein' such a good lover. I sure wish you didn't have to go, but I guess all I can do is just borrow you for now. "Let me up so I can go get your breakfast started. Are you all packed?" Dave nodded and moved forward to kiss her lightly. "Yeh, I just need to dress. I'll be right down."#### Dave pulled into his driveway shortly after five that afternoon. Ellie's car was there. She met him at he door, throwing her arms around his neck, saying, "Thank God, you're okay! Where have you been? Why didn't you call us? We've been worried sick." Dave looked at her puzzled. "I told you I had to go to Tuscaloosa to pick up those boxwoods for Peterson..." Night of the Tornadoes "Right in the middle of the tornadoes this weekend!" Ellie interjected. "Were there more than one. One hit the nursery just as I arrived. There wasn't any radio or tv. Phones weren't available until late yesterday. I was busy helping the daughter of the owner clean up and secure their house, and getting the plants ready to transport." Ellie looked at her husband, knowing him well after nineteen years of being with him. With a smile, she reached out and took hold of his crotch. When the reaction she expected didn't occur, she asked, "And what else did you help her with? Was she pretty?" She reached up and kissed him, invading his mouth with her tongue. "Save it for later. Supper's almost ready." Dave was about to ask about her weekend when his son, Jim, came into the room. His guilty, embarrassed look told Dave what he suspected was true. He and Ellie were going to have a very busy reunion.#### The phone woke Tempest from her sleep Tuesday morning around ten. It was the hospital telling her Pap was being discharged that morning and would be delivered by wheelchair van sometime between one and two. She ran back upstairs and quickly bathed, splashed on some scent and threw on a light frock. Expecting he wouldn't be able to use the stairs, she grabbed some sheets and pillows and made up a bed for him on the sofa. She then put together the essentials for a soup and sandwich lunch for the two of them. Tempest was waiting, sitting on the top step, when the van pulled into the drive. She waited until Pap was unloaded, in the wheelchair the van provided. The driver and a helper wrestled the chair up the six steps to the porch and pushed him into the living room, then helped him to a chair. While Tempest fussed over him, making sure he was comfortable, the helper returned from the van with a pair of crutches for Pap. When they had finally gone, Tempest knelt beside her Pap. "I'm sorry about makin' you hurt your leg, Pap. You just surprised me, grabbing' me like that. Is there anythin' I can do to make it up to you?" Her hand grabbed his thigh just above the cast covering his knee and slid upward, stopping a few inches from his crotch. Pap caught her wrist, holding her hand in place. "D'you know what yer askin', girl? D'you know what yer offering' me?" With a smile which could have lighted a small town, Tempest pulled her hand free and reached for Pap's belt. "I know, Pap. I been watchin' 'n hearin' you and Mam for years. I figured sooner or later you'd ask me to join in. It just surprised me the other day." She pulled his pants open and pulled out his erect rod. He wasn't as long as Dave, but he looked like he might be a little thicker. She licked her lips in anticipation, then bent down to take him in her mouth. Pap groaned and spewed into her throat. It had been over a month since he had been with a woman, and he had a sack full of sperm. When he was done coming for the first time in five weeks, Tempest held him in her mouth until she was sure he wasn't going to get soft. She got up off her knees and stood in front of Pap. She reached for the top button of her dress. Pap's eyes opened as wide as they could; his jaw dropped as she undid the second one. He groaned as she freed the third one and her beautiful boobies came into view. "Fuck it!" he cried. "Git down here and git yore pussy on this pecker of mine!" She just grinned and shrugged off her dress, then answered, "Let's git you on the couch, Pap; I don't want to hurt any other leg." She helped him to the couch and got him settled. "Comfy?" she asked. "Enough fuckin' talk, girl. Git yore ass..." Tempest smiled and straddled Pap. "Front or back, Pappy?"#### Dave looked at the envelope, not recognizing the handwriting. He glanced at the postmark–Tuscaloosa. He grinned, remembering the weekend last August, nearly ten months ago now. He opened the small missive. He opened the note card inside. It was from Tempest, announcing the birth of her daughter, Satin. An enclosed photo showed a small, red haired, green eyed bundle of???