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Stormy Night

By: axnt



Author's Note: As this is my first submitted story, I'm very much interested in what everyone thinks about it, and how it might be improved.

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Before I tell you what happened last night, I'd better give you a bit of background about our family.

First off, my name is Jason. I'm eighteen, and soon to be on my way to my first year of college. The event I'm writing about took place around my eighteenth birthday.

Mom and dad have never really been around much, they work a lot and travel a lot too. They're home about a day a week, so my sister and I tend to take care of things while they're gone, so they don't have to worry about it when they get home.

Ah, my sister. You know how people say twins share a special bond? Well it wasn't that way with my sister and I. Jessica was born ten minutes after I was, and as far as I knew our birthday was the only thing we had in common.

At school, we run in totally different circles. She's more the artsy type, and I'm a sports and science kind of guy. I'd love to tell you that I'm team captain and get all the girls, that I'm six foot something, have a six pack and I'm so well endowed I make horses jealous, but it's just not so.

I play football, volleyball and baseball, so I stay fairly active. I'm only 5' 7", about 160 pounds and generally so average looking you couldn't pick me out of a crowd. Jessica is 5' 2", maybe 100 pounds and works out in the gym to stay fit. She's naturally pretty, and about as semi-popular as me. Though, like I said, our social circles seldom collide.

We had never been close as children, we were just, well normal to each other. Even with mom and dad gone most of the time, Jessica and I rarely talked with one another. The one thing that brought us together, in years past, was my sister's completely debilitating fear of storms. When we were younger she would climb into bed with me, and I would hold her close to protect her.

It was late July, and the worst storm on record was still thrashing our small two bedroom home, like it had been all day. Jessica and I had shared a bedroom since childhood, an arrangement neither of us had been particularly happy about as we grew older, but it had been tolerated. To give my sister a bit of privacy I had put up a curtain to divide the room down the centre when we slept.

I was surprised that night when I heard her soft voice in the night shortly after she had gone to bed.

"Jay?" She called softly. "Mmm?" I had responded sleepily, though I was quickly awakened by the loudest crack of thunder I can ever remember hearing, the storm was still raging on, and had seemingly intensified. "Can I join you?" She asked, her voice trembling noticeably. "This storm's fuckin' horrible." She added, clearly near to tears. "Yeah, come on." I offered, quickly lifting the blanket for her. A flash illuminated the room at that moment and it wasn't until I heard her gasp that I remembered I'd been sleeping naked.

I dropped the blanket instantly, and though the darkness of the room hid it, I had turned a deep crimson red. "Jess, I... I..." I began, but another ferocious crack of thunder hit, and Jessica screamed in fear as she leapt towards my bed, jumping over, and behind me. As she lay atop the blankets I got up to put on my boxers as quickly as possible, before returning to the bed.

"Jess, I..." I began, "It's okay. I don't care; I just can't sleep alone like this." She assured me, though I thought I had heard something else in her voice, it sounded almost dizzy, though it may have been something else.

Nothing more was said about it and before long Jessica was under the covers, and I had my left arm around her shoulders, holding her close. It wasn't long before I had drifted off to sleep once again.

Some time later I woke slowly, first noticing that the storm had died down some, and then suddenly that my left hand had drifted in my sleep, and now rested on my sister's breast, cupping it lightly through her nightshirt. My first reaction was to pull it away, but a fear that she would wake kept me still. Some part of me enjoyed it, enjoyed the feel of the succulent globe (Which I later found out was a 36B) 

I was content to lie there, holding her breast. My cock however, had other ideas, as it quickly grew to full mast. It had found the opening in the front of my boxers, and was stretching to freedom.

I wasn't long before my cock was brushing against her thigh, and my heart neatly leapt out of my chest when she let out a soft moan, and parted her legs slightly, before closing them again around my erection. My cock brushed against a soft tuft of hair, and I knew immediately she didn't have any panties on.

"That's nice..." She moaned softly, without the slightest hint of sleep in her voice. I was shocked, she obviously knew what was happening, she'd been awake before I was, and she was enjoying it. While I knew that it was wrong, there was no way I could stop myself, my brain had turned off in favor of my cock.

Before I knew what I was doing, my hips moved forward slowly, and I felt Jessica's hips push back towards me, the head of my cock pressed against her opening. I could feel the moisture of her slit. "Go slow." She whispered back at me.

I couldn't believe what I had heard; my sister was asking me to fuck her. I had never had sex before, and I was unsure how to proceed. I did my best to move slowly, and it seemed like an eternity passed as first her pussy lips spread open slightly, then an inch had gone in, then two, then... I felt it, her hymen; she was still a virgin too.

I reached my hand under her night shirt and lightly cupped her naked breast, the soft skin like nothing else I had ever felt. Jessica pushed back sharply against me, and I felt my cock penetrate her hymen, and go almost all the way in.

A light cry escaped her lips, I felt her tighten her legs and I felt her hand against my hip holding me back. I stayed as still as I could, remembering from sex-ed that the breaking of a hymen could be painful for the girl.

It was a few moments until I felt her legs relax again, and her hips move back towards me once again. Before long, I was sliding in and out of her, in that intimate embrace. One of her hands moved down to her clit, and began softly rubbing it. We both began to moan more loudly, and I could hear her breathing becoming more labored. I wondered how much longer I could last; I didn't want the feeling to end.

"I'm going to cum." I announced. "MMMmmmmm. Cum inside me." She moaned back at me. Having heard those words, there was no way I could last any longer. I thrust as deep inside her as I could, before I exploded inside of her.

"Uunnggghhh!" I cried, spewing load after load of my seed deep inside my sister's pussy. I felt her tighten around my cock, and felt her body start to convulse. "Oh, god... I'm cuming..." She screamed, grabbing onto my arm, and pulling it closer to her as her orgasm tore through her body.

We fell asleep still holding each other like that, and I remember my last thought being of contentment, not caring about anything else in the world. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

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So, do I continue?

Let me know what you think.

Stormy Night



The roar of the thunder was like a tonic for Brad. A month nestled in his mountain cabin was just what the writing doctor ordered. From the rate he was going, he figured he'd be at least a month ahead of schedule for his new Felicia James novel. Felicia was a female detective he'd created, and his publisher was breathing down his neck to get the third book in the series to them. They'd be thrilled with an early delivery.

Between the music and the storm, Brad never even heard the knocking on the back door. When he was in a writing zone like he was now, he didn't hear much of anything. So, the slap against his bedroom window nearly gave him a heart attack. Brad looked through the glass and shook his head in a bit of a double-take. Outside his window was the drenched face of a young blond woman. She motioned for him to go to his back door, and Brad jumped up from his desk to comply.

When he opened the door, he was shocked to discover that the woman was completely naked and shivering uncontrollably from the cold, pelting rain. Once he regained his composure, he ushered her inside and escorted her to the fire. He ran into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels to give to her. She was so cold, she was still unable to talk and just nodded her thanks as she wrapped herself in one of the towels and squatted in front of the fire.

Brad hustled into the kitchen and started banging pots around. He came back in a few minutes with a steaming mug of cocoa and a piping hot bowl of chicken soup on a tray, complete with napkin, utensils and a single flower in a small vase. She looked up at him and smiled at the courtesy. Brad set the tray on the footstool for the ottoman, and the young woman quickly clasped both hands around the mug and sipped the warm liquid. She closed her eyes as it slid down her throat, warming her insides.

After a few minutes, Brad asked, "Can I get you anything else?"

She smiled at him and clutched her towel around her. Her shivering was slowly subsiding. "No, thank you. This is perfect." She took another sip of the chocolate and began started on the soup.

Brad settled back into the sofa and watched her eat and drink. He was glad to see some color return to her thin cheeks. Her sleek tan legs were curled under her, and he noticed that the goose bumps were disappearing. "I'm Brad, by the way."

She looked up and replied, "Emily."

"Nice to meet you, Emily. May I ask ..."

"What a crazy naked girl is doing banging on your window on a night like this?" she asked, finishing his question.

He chuckled. "Well, now that you mention it."

She rolled her eyes and said, "It was so stupid! I drove up to Miller's Pass. There's a wide spot in the stream that I discovered on a hike. No one ever goes there, so when I need some peace, I go there to skinny dip and lay in the sun. There's a huge rock on one side, and I stretch out on it. The combination of the hot rock underneath and the warm sun from above is the perfect antidote for the freezing water in the small pond.

"I drove up there earlier today because it's been a rough week. Work sucks, and I just got dumped by this loser I shouldn't have gone out with in the first place. I hadn't been sleeping much, so when I hit the rock, I went out hard! I didn't even know the storm was approaching until I started getting blasted with rain and wind. By the time I woke up and got my bearings, the stream was already rushing so wildly I was afraid to go across to get my car ... or my clothes." She sighed. "So, I headed off into the woods, hoping I'd find a ranger station ... something. Let me tell you, this is one big empty forest!"

Brad laughed. "Yes it is. The closest building is the ranger station at Faulkner's Point, and that's 15 miles away."

"Great!" she said, exasperated.

"It's no big deal. I've got enough food for six months ... enough firewood to last for weeks. I've got a bathroom, a bed, and you can wear some of my clothes. Once the storm clears, I'll drive you to your car."

"I hope it didn't get flooded," she said, concerned.

"If it did, we'll deal with that too. Let me show you to the bathroom." They both got up, and Emily followed Brad into his bedroom. "I'm pretty independent here. I've got pure well water that feeds everything and electricity. If it goes out, I have a generator in the shed that'll keep us going for about a week." He showed her where the soap, shampoo, etc. were located, backed out and closed the door to give her some privacy.

Emily stood under the steamy water for about 10 minutes before soaping up and finishing her shower. Brad told her to pick out anything from his closet. She chose a red plaid flannel shirt, rolled up the sleeves, brushed out her hair and walked back into the main room, beaming and feeling like a new woman.

"This is an amazing place, Brad. Do you use it a lot?"

"Off and on," he answered from the kitchen. "I come here to clear my head as well. I'm a writer, and this place gives me the peace I need get my work done."

"A writer ... really? What do you write?"

He walked out of the kitchen with a couple of mugs topped with whipped cream. "It's Irish coffee. Let me know if it's too strong." Emily was sitting by the fire again, so Brad set her cup on the coffee table.

"You're being way too nice to me," she said with smile. For a moment, Brad was frozen looking at her soft, wet blond hair spilling down her shoulders and her wide contented smile.

"No ... it's no bother. I'm actually glad to have a break and some company. I've got some chili simmering on the stove if you like it spicy."

"That sounds great."

He settled into the sofa and said, "You asked about the writing. I write novels ... detective fiction. You know, the kind of books you buy in paperback, read in a week, and toss into the recycle bin."

"I doubt that. It must be so cool being a writer. What have you written?"

"Take a look if you want. Mine are on the top shelf," Brad said, indicating the floor to ceiling bookshelf in the corner.

Emily jumped up to peruse the books. "Oh my God! You wrote this?" As Emily stood on tiptoes to reach a brown leather book, Brad's eyes were riveted to the back of her trim legs and the lower edge of her tan ass cheeks as they peaked out from the shirt tail. "I've read this! I loved it!"

Brad furrowed his brow to refocus on the book. "Really? The Grapevine Killings was the first Felicia James book. I'm working on the third one now."

"I can't believe this!" she squealed. "I stumbled into the cabin of Brad McCormick! This is so awesome!" She took the book and settled into the big leather chair beside the fireplace. "Felicia is such a cool character. Is she based on anyone real?"

"Not one person. Like most fictional characters, she's a composite of different people I've met along the way."

"Now that we've met, maybe you can write about me?" Emily said with sparkling brown eyes.

Brad smiled. He couldn't believe Emily had read one of his books. "I'll get dinner ready."

Halfway through dinner, the electricity went out. Brad lit a lantern and offered to get the generator started. Emily asked if it would be okay to leave it off. The storm raging, mixed with the fire and the soft lantern light was much cozier. "Sure. It'll be easier to start in the daylight anyway," he said.

Emily peppered him with questions about his work and about the story he was writing. He was particularly impressed with some of her insights about Felicia. She obviously wasn't lying about reading the book and enjoying it.

Around 10:30, Emily started yawning, and Brad went into the bedroom to grab a pillow and blanket for the sofa.

"I changed the pillowcases but not the sheets. I hope you don't mind," he said as he settled into the sofa.

"Brad, I can't take your bed. If you have a nice blanket, I'll be happy right here."

"No, you've had a rough day. You need a bed."

"I'd rather stay by the fire in this big, soft chair."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

He went to retrieve a comforter and a pillow for her. She snuggled under it, took off the flannel shirt, and faced the fire. By the time he'd washed up and brushed his teeth, she was sound asleep. He took advantage of his first real opportunity to stare at her to take in the beauty of her face in the glow of the fire. He pulled the comforter up around her, and went into his bedroom.

Sometime during the night, the storm subsided, and Brad was awakened by noises coming from the outer room. He wondered if Emily was having a nightmare. Brad crept to his door and peaked around the door frame. Emily was still in the chair, but she was lying on the comforter naked with one hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, and the other had two-fingers deep in her completely shaved pussy. His mouth fell open.

Brad had seen enough of Emily for his imagination to complete a gorgeous mental portrait, but now seeing her in all her nude glory put even his imagination to shame. Her breasts were exquisite tan orbs jutting from her chest. The darker brown buds capped puffy nipples. Her body was perfect with just enough muscle to be toned but still very feminine. Right now, it was her pussy that mesmerized him. Brad had never dated a woman who was completely shaved. He'd seen pictures, of course, but even with Emily's pussy partially obscured by her hand, it was the sexiest thing Brad had ever seen. When Emily arched her back in response to her orgasm, Brad practically came all over the floor himself. He quietly stepped back into his room, closed the door and ripped off his boxers. He had to jerk himself off three times before he could fall back to sleep.

The next morning, Emily snuck as quietly as possible past Brad's bed to the bathroom. She tried to turn on the exhaust fan to mask the noise but remembered the electricity was out. She found a new toothbrush and got herself cleaned up. Then, she snuck back out of the room and began trying to figure out what to do for breakfast. She stoked the fire and got some water boiling. She was also able to find a device that enabled her to cook bread. Brad awoke to the smell of cinnamon toast. He rubbed his eyes, threw back the covers, and stumbled into the outer room still yawning and trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Emily turned to bid him good morning but stopped and put her hand to her mouth laughing when she saw he had forgotten his pants. Brad followed her gaze in horror and muttered, "Oh, shit! I'll be right back." He cupped his hand over his privates and scurried to his bedroom to put on a robe.

"Sorry. That's what happens when you've been stuck in the woods by yourself for too long."

Emily was still giggling. "Don't worry about it. It makes us even." Brad nodded but his face still turned bright red.

They dined on toast and jam plus hot tea, mostly in silence. "How'd you sleep?" Brad finally asked.

"Very, very well. You?"

Brad rolled his eyes toward the bedroom and smirked as if to say that he obviously slept soundly. Emily laughed again.

"As you can tell, I'm pretty uninhibited. I always walk around naked at home, so don't be embarrassed. You can whip your Johnson out any time as far as I'm concerned. In fact, after breakfast, I was going to do my yoga next to the fire, if it's okay with you. And ... I usually go through the exercises naked. Would that bother you?"

Brad felt his dick stir to life at the mere thought. "No ... why would it?" he asked, trying to sound casual. "I mean, we're just, people, right?"

Emily laughed, again, at his poor attempt at being nonchalant. "We are just people." Emily cleaned up the dishes and folded the comforter into a mat. She stripped off the shirt, smiled at Brad, and did the splits as she sat on the mat. She began by stretching from side to side. Brad watched for a few minutes, unable to tear himself away. Finally, he forced himself to go sit in front of the computer. Then he remembered he needed to start the generator and got dressed to go outside.

Walking back into the room, Emily had her eyes closed and was standing on one leg with the other stretched perpendicular to the ground with her arms around the leg and her hands in a praying position. It was, by far, the best view he'd had of her body and of her incredible pussy, and he was dumbstruck. He watched her until she broke the pose and brought her leg down. "How do you do that?" he asked, as if her dexterity was the real object of his stare.

She smiled. "Years of both ballet and yoga. I don't take ballet anymore, but the flexibility is still there."

"I guess it is." They were just staring at each other for a few moments until he added, "I'll just get the generator working." As soon as they broke eye contact, Emily tried to stifle a laugh at the outline of the huge boner in Brad's pants. She had to admit this whole experience was arousing her as well.

Brad got the generator running, checked some of the switches, and announced that they were back in business. Emily was still naked and was sitting in the big chair looking at him. "What?" he asked.

"This is really embarrassing, but I always get extra horny after yoga. It must have something to do with getting the blood pumping or something. My former boyfriend would start getting hard at the mere mention of the word."

Brad's eyes were riveted to her, and his mouth was a bit dry as he listened for the rest of the explanation.

"So ... would you mind if I used your bed to, uhm, tiptoe through my two-lips?" she asked shyly.

Holy fuck! "Oh ... Yeah ... Sure, Emily ... Make yourself at home."

"Thanks, Brad," she said rising and moving toward the bedroom. She suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "Unless ..."

Brad swallowed. "Unless?"

"Unless you want to ... join me? I mean, two is so much sexier than one."

"It is?"

"Uh huh," she said as she moved toward him. "One man band? Where's the harmony?"

"No ... no harmony. Of course, I can't even sing, so there'd be no har -- mony," he said, pausing as the touch of her hand on his chest made his voice crack.

She stood on tiptoes and kissed his neck. "Then, there's all that 'We're Number 1' nonsense. Who wants to be number one?" she asked as she started unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped it off his broad shoulders and added, "All alone ... at the top ... nothing to shoot for?"

"No-no-nothing," Brad whispered as she kissed his chest and placed one of his hands on her tits. His heart was hammering.

"And, one ..." she said as she reached down and grabbed Brad's prominent erection through his jeans, "... is such a lonely number."

Uh huh," he grunted as she massaged him and kissed him.

"Mmmm ... I liked what I saw earlier when your wang was dangling. It feels soooooooo much better now, but he does seem cramped. Should we free him?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Brad moaned in agreement. Emily unsnapped his jeans, slid down the zipper, and pushed them down to his ankles. "Uhhh," he muttered as her hand closed around his pulsing shaft.

"You're so thick, and that purple head is so big," she said as she slowly ran her soft hand up and down his shaft. "And, I bet these are just packed with warm cream," she said as she cupped his balls.

Brad bent down to kiss her and picked her petite body up to carry her to the bed. She closed her eyes and kissed him slowly, letting her tongue probe his mouth. Brad's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest as he walked.

When he got to the bed, he laid her gently down so her head rested on the pile of feather pillows. He paused so her could take in her beauty and sighed deeply as his eyes washed over her. She followed his eyes down her body, and as the lust washed over her, she ached to be filled by him.

Brad cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers as he had seen her do to herself. Emily moaned but said, "Sweetie, I appreciate the effort, and we will have lots of time to play later, but I'm so horny right now that I just want to fuck ... badly!"

He paused for a moment and got up. He walked to the end of the bed and placed one leg beside her. Then, with his head pointing away from her, he started moving his cock toward her pussy. Emily wrinkled her brow and asked, "What are you doing?"

Brad looked at her with a straight face and answered, "I'm doing what you asked. I'm getting ready to fuck, uhm, badly." Emily looked at him for a moment and then howled with laughter. Brad cracked up too.

While she was laughing, Brad moved into correct missionary position between her succulent thighs and slid his thick pulsing cock into her dripping chamber. Emily stopped in mid-chuckle and gasped as her pussy was invaded. Brad smiled and watched her face for a sign that she was ready to proceed. After a moment, Emily relaxed and wrapped her legs around him. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his blue sparkling eyes and said, "You're a nut! That was so cool. I've never had a guy enter me while I was laughing like that. I was so relaxed that you just slid right in!"

"That was the idea," Brad said smiling and kissing her neck.

"Now ... fuck me, you fool!"

Emily's pussy was like a velvet vice gripping him. As he began moving inside of her, he wasn't sure how long he was going to last inside this blond goddess. So, he wet his fingers and reached down to rub her clit. Brad's touch was pure electricity, and Emily moaned and threw her back almost immediately. Her breathing escalated quickly, and Emily's body matched his rhythm. Brad's carnal instincts took over, and he fucked her in quick, deep strokes. Just as his balls tightened, Emily bit Brad's shoulders and her body arched as she drove her pelvis into his. When he felt her shudder, Brad began pumping her like a wild animal and let out a deep growl as he filled her with stream after stream of hot milky cream.

Finally, she relaxed her legs around him, and he slumped on top of her. Both of them were sweating and panting. Brad rolled off of her, and they slowly opened their eyes, staring up at the ceiling. "You have an amazing dick! Mmmmm ... I love the way you stretch my pussy and make me feel so full."

He rose up on one elbow and looked at her contented face. "I've never felt a pussy quite like yours either. I mean, look at this!" he said as he pointed to his newly erect pecker. 

"We certainly don't want that to go to waste," she said as she climbed on top of him, aimed his cock at her and slowly slid all the way down his turgid shaft. Brad smiled as he looked at Emily blond hair hang down and her perfect tits point at him. He closed his eyes as Emily began sliding up and down his pole. She ground her clit against his thick head with each penetration. After the orgasm he just had, Brad figured he would be able to last a long time. But, once again, Emily used her muscles to grip him tightly as she moved sensuously up and down his length, and Brad was rapidly moving, again, toward launch readiness.

Emily was also picking up steam and panted, "God, I love this cock!" Brad reached up to rub her nipples when she suddenly started screaming and rammed herself on his dick. Brad closed his eyes and did everything he could to keep from coming, but just as Emily was slowing, she launched into another orgasm, screaming, "Fuck! Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" Brad couldn't hold back any more. He grabbed Emily's slender hips and pushed himself into her. He came so hard that she could feel his cum spraying her cervix, which made her smile. Emily put her hands on his chest as he slowly shrunk and slipped out of her. She collapsed onto his chest and closed her eyes listening to his heart beat.

They both lay basically motionless for awhile, luxuriating in each other's warmth. Brad had never had a sexual experience this intense before. It was like some primordial energy linked the two of them. He threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She returned the embrace.




Stormy NIght



It starts out like any other evening, the sky turning from day to night, in transition with the pinks and blues on the horizon. I finish dinner, and begin to wash dishes when a loud flash of light startles me and I drop the plate back into the sink, soapy water splashing onto the floor. Laughing at how easy I was startled, I dry my hands and walk to the large patio window. Looking out just in time to see the sky light up, I notice the clapping boom that follows it. Wanting a closer look I open the patio door, stepping cautiously over the threshold. Standing out in the open, looking up, hearing the next boom and then I instinctively count, determining how far away it is by how close together they happen. 

All of a sudden a voice causes me to jump. I flip my body around to the voice, and grasp my chest like it could have stopped. Squinting to see who it is, he says he is sorry; I see my neighbor as he comes a little closer. I tell him it's okay that I'm a little on edge anyway. I find it hard to catch my breath as my eyes are suddenly glued to his topless chest, running over every sculpted muscle. Feeling my face get warmer as my cheeks turn red, I bring my gaze up to his eyes. Realizing I have on only shorts and a tank top because of the recent heat wave, I smile coyly trying to keep my attention away from his body, talking about the weather and the brewing storm. I make eye contact, then have to avert my gaze because the sky lights up. Then the thunder booms loudly, startled I launch myself toward him. 

He catches me, one foot going backward to keep from falling over. Looking up with an apologetic look, my eyes lock with his, his eyes a look of passion and want. He assures me that it wasn't a problem and when I try to break the eye contact he holds me there. I lean into to him, relaxing from the safety that his arms provide, together watching and listening for more sounds of the storm. Then as our heads are tilting back looking into the now dark cloudy sky it starts to drizzle. Almost laughing at the sensation we look at each other, my lips touching his gently and then I feel his arm on my lower back while his other hand entangles in my hair pulling me to him. Deepening the kiss, my lips part to allow for the intrusion of his tongue, a moan escaping from my throat.

As if the moan was encouragement I feel his hand move from my hair over my back around my side and then to my breast over my shirt. My head spinning with excitement, my nipples erect, his hand now slides under my shirt, his fingers unfasten my bra. Tugging it and my shirt gently over my head, facing him, smiling at him, I was impressed with his bra removal skills. Not sure how he did it, but as our chests touch all that I'm aware of are the tingles running through my body and the goose bumps on my skin. My hand caresses every part of him, finger tips teasing his flesh, then moving it between us I undo his pants button. 

Bending down so my head meets his zipper, I undo his pants, pulling them down, waiting at his feet while he steps out of them. 

My eyes caught by the magnificence of his body, every wonderful inch of him screaming confidence and all man. Placing sweet gentle kisses from his ankle up his leg, to his hardened largeness, I lick once from his balls to his shaft then up to his tip. Seeing him as one big lollipop, I take him with my open mouth, my throat relaxed, and pull him in as far as I can. Stuck there, I suck as hard as I can, swirling my tongue around him, then pull back when I need air. He puts his hand on my shoulder, holding me at length then moves to slide my shorts down. Stepping out of them I feel the rain drops get harder, increasing with size, my already excited body wanting, needing to have him. 

Not able to think, I take his hand and lead him to the near by picnic table, never used for anything until he sits his ass on the seat facing out with both feet on the ground. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, facing away from him, working my now dripping wet pussy on top of his rock hard cock. The tip pushes past my wet engorged lips and slides into me further. Using my legs to hold me up I suddenly slam down, my pussy is so tight around him I can feel his cock throbbing with excitement. Staying as far down as possible, my ass cheeks flat against his thighs and hips, I lean my head back on his shoulder and wrap my arms behind him, latching around the back of his neck. Using his neck for leverage, the deep growl from his throat adds to the urgency, telling me that he isn't happy with my stillness. My lips in a gentle smile, I start to move up and down slowly, taking the time to clench and unclench my muscles inside. Hearing him grunt and his body tense, I pump harder and faster unclasping my hands behind him to lean way over in front and touch the ground. 

Then, sensing almost immediate satisfaction I feel my mind wander, body tense from head to toes. I tilt my head up now to feel the warm gentle raindrops fall on my face, and I start to as my climax gets close. Feeling his release coming, I hold off so that our climaxes can happen together. His hands tighten their grip on my hips, and I know he is close. I grind into him as my wetness erupts to greater volumes, and he adds his seed to my release. His mouth trails kisses over my shoulder and neck, then his warm breath in my ear whispering "Thanks neighbor shall we get in where it's dry?" Laughing I stand slowly, as he eases out of me, I turn to kiss him, grab my clothes and point to my place since it's closer. I get to the patio and look back, the satisfaction apparent on my face as the sky lights up with more lightening. Reaching to open the door he beats me to it and I walk through before he does, waiting for him to follow.



Stormy Night



It was one of those really hot and sticky nights. 

The kind that keeps you awake, tossing and turning in your bed. Sticking to the linen as a fine sheen of sweat covers your body. 

I usually slept naked, so that was no help; there was nothing for me to take off. 

The fan on the ceiling was little to no use as the air it was circulating was stifling and not at all refreshing.

In the end I decided to resort to opening the French windows which ran along the entire wall of my bedroom. I opened them and stepped out through the sheer voile drapes out onto my balcony. 

My flat was not overlooked so I didn't care about standing there naked. 

Although in truth I probably wouldn't have cared anyway. 

The idea of being out there and having people see me naked was actually rather erotic.

My balcony adjoined that of my neighbour, but that flat was still empty. 

The new owner had not yet moved in, as there was only a little wall between the two balconies, had they been there, they would have seen me standing there with the moonlight shining on my naked flesh. 

I stretched and yawned, the cooler air outside felt better on my skin than the stuffy air indoors. 

In the distance I saw a flash of light, followed by a low deep rumble which seemed to roll toward my building and I felt the first drops of rain against my skin. 

At last, a storm would clear the air and freshen up the night. 

I stayed outside watching the lightning until the rain began to build, no longer pleasant against my overheated skin. 

Walking back indoors I didn't see the shadow moving next door, I didn't hear the french windows opening.

Leaving my own windows open I moved back to lay on the bed watching the sheer drapes as they stirred in the building breeze. 

Something about storms always made me feel horny, the power of the storm, the heat of the night and my own thoughts of being witnessed on my balcony naked... all added up to me feeling like being very naughty.

Running my palms across my stomach, I let them drift upwards, caressing the skin over my ribs and up to my breasts. I run the flat of my fingers over my breasts, running them round the plump globes of flesh and feeling my nipples stiffening.

Letting my fingers run around the areola, moving in ever decreasing circles towards the stiff little peaks. 

Finally reaching my goal I pinched the turgid flesh and rolled it between my fingers. Arching my back off the bed and moaning with delight. 

Moving my palms back downwards, back across my ribs, stomach and hips, and lower; reaching the flat planes of my pubis and stroking the tiny strip of hair. 

Outside the storm was getting louder, the thunder closer and the lightning brighter and more frequent. 

As I stroked my fingers closer and closer toward my pussy I could feel it aching to be touched. 

Almost calling out to my fingers to come closer, but as much as I wanted to ease my ache, I enjoyed the chase and build up; so I bypassed my pussy and ran my palms over my thighs. 

I could feel the slickness on my inner thighs as I stroked them; they were wet with the slippery juices from my aching centre. 

Biting my bottom lip I thought I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, in the flash of lightning I thought I saw someone standing on my balcony, watching me through the sheer drapes. 

Closing my eyes and grinding my thighs together, trying to ease the building throb. 

Of course there was not truly anyone there; it wasn't possible, but just for that moment he seemed so real and the thought of someone being out there watching only served to excite me even more. 

Finally I could not take any more teasing and I had to ease my 'pain'. 

So I slipped one hand between my thighs, letting it drift closer and closer to my aching pussy. 

It was so hot, the heat radiating from my core felt like I might spontaneously combust. 

By now I was uncaring of where my hands trailed, I would stroke my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples, pulling harshly on the sensitive peaks. 

When I was in the midst of sex I often liked my partner to pinch or even bite my nipples, I liked them treated roughly during the throes of passion. 

I liked a little pain with my passion; I loved when a partner would wrap their fingers in my long hair and pulled. 

The thought of being fucked from behind whilst having my hair and head pulled back, had my pussy throbbing.

Rubbing my hands between my thighs again, I ran my fingers between my wet lips, glancing across my clit and gasping at the touch. 

Arching my back and pressing against the bed, it felt delicious to stroke my swollen little clit. Oh how something so tiny could feel so good and give so much pleasure. 

Even with my eyes closed I could see the lightning as it flashed, and still I could see the shadow man outside.

Was he watching my every move? 

Did it excite him to see me stroking my snatch and writhing on my bed?

It certainly excited me to have him watching me, even if I had only imagined him. 

I could feel my inner walls twitching; they ached for that stretch which comes from a hard shaft slipping inside. Lord knows how I loved to feel that stretch, a long cock is nice, but a fat cock is so much better. 

Feeling that stretch of my walls as they tried to accommodate a nice fat cock; the thought of it even made my scalp tingle. 

Pressing my fingers harder against my clit; I slipped a couple of fingers inside me; it felt so good, but not enough. I need something more, something bigger...

So I turned to my bedside cabinet and tried to choose a toy. 

I had so many to choose from, in the end I decided on a fat glass phallus.

It was hard and unyielding, it made my pussy take it and would not negotiate, this glass cock would not bend to my will, I would have to open up and 'take it'.

With one hand still between my thighs, I ran the tip of this glass cock over my lips, letting my tongue slip out to wrap around the bulbous head; sucking the glass pleasure toy as though it were a lover between my lips.

Maybe in my mind it was the cock of the shadow man outside. 

I could imagine him moving from watching to participating, taking my mouth with his cock and fucking my lips whilst tugging my hair. 

I wrapped my lips around the glass shaft, sucking and licking the toy as I ran my fingers swiftly across my clit, alternating between a soft fluttering stroke and a harder more forceful touch.

Finally reaching down until I could slip the glass toy into my pussy, arching my back with a gasp as I felt my walls stretch to accommodate the thick glass phallus. Pressing it deeper with one hand and stroking my clit with the other. 

But it wasn't enough; I needed it deeper, harder. 

Taking the heavy bolster cushion from my bed I laid it down the centre and quickly mounted it, using the cushion as though it were the body of a lover. 

I was able to grind my pussy against the fabric, pressing the glass cock harder and deeper inside me. Riding it like a lover, freeing my hands so that I could stroke my clit with one hand and tease my nipples with the other.

Riding the toy harder and rougher, grinding my fingers against my clit pinching my nipples. Throwing my head back and feeling the prickles all over my skin. 

Of course to me, my shadow man was still watching. His eyes roaming my naked flesh as I rode that shaft of glass, his eyes caressing my skin...

Was he turned on by watching me? Would he take out his own cock and stroke it gently but firmly. Would that cock be hard as he watched? 

If I were to offer out a hand would he come to me? 

Join me? 

Fuck me?

That familiar feeling was roiling in my stomach and growing. It's like a tingle, but it rolls around, building. 

Eventually it can no longer be contained within my stomach, and it starts to move outwards. 

My skin prickling and covered in the light sheen of sweat, coating the goose bumps which have spread over my entire body. 

I ride that cock harder still; my breasts bouncing and my head thrown back as I moan and whine. 

My hair is caressing my back and the top of my arse as it swings out behind me. 

I'm imagining that it's him I can feel behind me, his cock inside me, his hand against my clit, pinching my nipples. I would arch back against him, press into him; easing the ache and need building in me. 

The storm is right above us now, the breeze blowing the drapes inward and caressing my overheated flesh. 

I need release; I feel like a coil being wound too tight; knowing that any second it could snap.

I'm panting now, gasping for air and moaning as I grind down on that shaft. Riding it like a thoroughbred on race day. The finish line is in sight and I want to attain it, I NEED to attain it. 

He's still there watching, I see him as I stoke, ride, caress and ache. 

My mind is fuzzy; I close my eyes and moan louder still. 

Can he hear my moans? 

Is he as close to coming as I am?

I cannot control it now; my pussy is twitching and pulsing, the wetness staining the pillow beneath me. 

It feels so good to have a full pussy as I orgasm, thrown over the edge of bliss as my pussy is stretched and aching. 

Screaming out my completion; I feel my entire body convulsing. My pussy clutching the cock inside, trying to milk it of the juices it expects but will not receive tonight.

Finally falling back onto the bed, I sleep, not even taking the glass from within my pussy; I'm exhausted, spent.

I don't see the shadow as it moves away from my window, leaving behind it a stain on my balcony.

~*~*~*~

The next morning I wake feeling refreshed and better than I thought I would. It had been such a sticky night and so difficult to sleep. 

As I enter the front lobby of my building I see a stranger checking the mail slots. 

He introduces himself, apparently he is my new neighbour, and he is the one who bought the flat next door. 

Smiling, he tells me he moved in yesterday and says he hopes the storm in the night didn't disturb me...

I have an invitation to go to him later today for coffee, and I accept. 

Who knows; maybe next time he won't just be a shadow watching me 

~*~ The End ~*~

... or is it?



Stormy Night



A storm rolls in. Deep dark purple black clouds hanging lazily over our heads. Thick rain drops pounding down upon the soft earth. Lightening flashes, lightening up the sky, making everything visible for a brief moment in time. A lonely looking cabin can be seen in that brief moment, a safe haven to weather out the storm. I gasp as you grab my hand and pull me towards it, surprised by the action. Upon reach the porch I try the handle but its locked. "Fuck it!" I grumble in a husky whisper as I push you against the door, taking a moment while your distracted trying to jimmy the door open. I crowd my body up against yours. Running my hand up your neck I gently caress it before I take your lips in a rough passion filled kiss. I whimper against your lips as you take over the kiss, demanding a response. I press my body up against yours as I feel your hands tugging and pulling at my clothes. My hips rock against yours as you seem to take control of the situation. 

I gasp as your warm hands slip up under my shirt to cup my cold rain soaked breasts, my nipples beading beneath your rough palms. I offer a soft sound of protest as you rip my lacy bra, not bothering to unhook it. I nibble lightly on your jaw, breaking the kiss, vainly trying to gain control back as your hands slid down my body. I suck lightly on your ear lobe before whispering in it how wet and needy I'm feeling right now. How desperately I want to feel every single inch of you thrusting into me hard. As your hands slid back up my body I shimmy my way down, letting my lips and hands touch and caress every inch of you. Once I'm on my knees I look up at you, my lips curved into a seductive smile. I slid my hands up your legs, til my fingers brush against your already hardened cock. With slow intent I unzip your jeans. I lean up to kiss your belt line as I tug those rain soaked jeans down your legs, my breath quickens as I glance down when you hard cock springs free. I moan softly at the sight, my body clenching with desperate need.

I flick my tongue against your tip a few times, watching your reaction. One hand I rest on my own thigh as the other comes up to gently caress your cock. I smile and press my lips against the tip before taking as much in as I possibly can. I offer a soft moan of delight as my tongue begins to caress and rub. My lips form a tight seal as I begin to suck, my head moving back and forth with each slow intake and release. I keep my eyes on you as your fingers tighten in my hair, my body clenches again hearing your groan of pleasure. I can feel my body reacting to the sounds your making and what I'm doing, the entire storm soaked experience heightening my pleasure even though I'm not being touched. I begin to stroke you faster and faster as my lips keep their tight seal. I continue to suck and caress and rub my tongue against your cock. 

My moans vibrating my lips and throat as I take more and more in, my fingers continuing their speedy stroke. I can feel your cock throbbing against my tongue, it makes my moan louder against it, my hips rocking softly as I slip my own fingers along my thigh up under my skirt to barely rub against my own pussy, stroking over my clit through my lace panties. The harder you throb in my mouth, the faster my lips work over you. I start bobbing my head faster and faster, wanting to feel all the sticky cum in my mouth, wanting you to blow. I near cum feeling your fingers tighten in my hair, tugging me closer, so near. A startled gasp escapes my lips as you tug my head back, stopping me from continuing. Puzzled by that, knowing you were so close. But looking up at you and seeing that grin has me squirming where I kneel before you, not sure what you're planning.

Hauled quickly to my feet and pressed up against the cabin door, nipples rubbing against the rough wood, a murmured protest escapes the lips. I shift slightly as you press up against me. I glance over my shoulder, watching through half lidded eyes, curious as to what you've got planned. Your hands slid along over the ass, a quick smack, a soft moan.

I bite my bottom lip and lower my head as hips shift with another smack, then a rub to sooth the sting. The rain soaked clothing making things sting a tad more than normal. Couldn't help the subtle sway of the hips as your hands move upwards, briefly cupping the breasts. Fingers flicking over sensitive nipples. I lean into the door as your hands slowly make their way back down my body, still unsure of what you've planned, which adds to the thrill for me. Feeling your fingers upon my thighs I shift my legs apart, giving your fingers room to caress and touch as you see fit. Body already on fire from what I had been doing earlier. Lips still tingling from that pleasurable moments sucking on your hard cock, merely thinking about it causes a moan to escape the lips and the hips to press down against your hand as your fingers move over my lace clad pussy. My breathing changes as you begin to rub, adding more pressure after a few moments, yet any attempt to shimmy free of the annoying lace causes you to stop, which frustrates and excites more. I murmur how this is driving me nuts and how I can barely stand such sensual torture, no verbal response, just caressing and taunting fingers.

Feeling as if Im going to go insane your fingers trail back over my thighs and up to my hips. A protesting groan is uttered as those fingers slid around to my stomach, tapping gently just above the lace line of my panties. A lift of the hips to encourage touch seems ignored, with a sigh I go to straighten up, thinking play time is over. Which is wonderfully not the case as you press up against me and those fingers of yours slip beneath the lace, barely touch above the clit. Teasing the hood once with a single finger before brushing over the moist warm pussy lips.

A mere tease that causes the body to heat up and get far more sensitive. The legs shift apart slightly to allow further and lower explorations, as the back arches giving better access to the rest of the body. Still teasing touches and caress, all adding to things yet driving me insane, keeping my body on that very edge, denying release. I know it all adds to it but the frustration and the denial of release causes a pleading whimper to escape my lips. I let out a sigh of relief as that annoying lace is finally shimmied down the hips and pushed lower, leaving everything bare to your eyes. Not being able to resist I wiggle my ass some, which prompts a quick reprimanding smack. I hold my breath to avoid the moan that welled up with that smack. Trying not to give into my body's desire to insist upon relief.

I bite my bottom lip again, lightly dragging my teeth back and forth over it as your hands once more merely graze over my body. Causing me to this time press back into you, giving up on keeping a semblance of control and merely reacting. No longer to I bother to soften the moans as your hands touch, caress and tease. The way your fingers brush against the nipples, making them tighter and far more sensitive causes a soft moan, yet the way those same fingers pull and rub against them causes gasps of pleasure to escape. My hips sway back and forth, causing my ass to rub against your still hard cock.

As your fingers once more trail over my hips I feel you press forward, letting that hard shaft slip between my thighs, not entering merely teasing the folds. My fists clench as my forehead rests against the door, those hips still swaying against you, trying to encourage and demand at the same time. After a few teasing thrusts you slid the head of your cock in. That first inward thrust near causing me to cum. Oh god a murmur to myself as you pull back then press forward, teasing me still. Barely letting another inch slid in. You do this a few times, each time slipping a bit more in, a bit faster til soon your entire length is nestled deeply inside of me. You pause for a moment before your fingers dig into my hips and you set a fast deep pounding pace. My moans go from soft to loud, seeming to grow in pitch with each thrust.

Breasts bounce with each inward thrust, bring them against the door hard. I cup them in my hands, twirling the nipples around, teasing my own body as you continue to thrust. Both our breathing changes, becoming haggard and hard. Chests heaving with the effort of whats going on. Heart rates pick up, beating against the rib cages. The slanting pouring rain keeps heated bodies cool. I can feel my body begin to tighten and clench down around your shaft, gripping it tighter and tighter, causing harder thrusts from you at a faster pace. I swallow hard trying to keep control, not wanting to orgasm just yet, wanting to prolong the pleasure. As if sensing that struggle you reach around your fingers slipping down, pressing and rubbing against the clit, adding further pleasure. That little extra is my undoing, body seems to shatter and clench around your thrusting cock, a near scream of pleasure torn from my throat. My inner muscles spasm around your cock, seeming to milk it as if wanting you to cum as well. Yet you continue to thrust in, faster and harder than before, striving for your own release now. Within moments the added pace and depth causes another orgasm to hit, a hoarse moan escaping with it. Sadly within moments you finally give into your body's need for release. Your fingers tighten on my hips, digging in, as you cum, with a groan. 



Stormy Night



Fujin and Raijin are well-known Japanese gods. They appear in various forms in a lot of games, anime and manga, e.g Mortal Kombat, Naruto, Demon Blade et al. The ones appearing in this chapter are the original Fujin and Raijin from the mythology, not popular culture.

-- Stormy Night

Across the sombre grey clouds, lightning followed a jagged course like cracks in a china plate. In the unsheltered park, the stone statues glimmered briefly with hard edged reflections of the storm light. The wind gusted, whipping up the trees. Rain beat with sudden fury against the windows of buildings, then streamed down the glass, blurring the view beyond.

"What a terrible day," Caitlin remarked, from the comfort of her apartment. She'd spent the past week feeling somewhat at a loss. For it had been exactly a week since she met the blue Oni...and she'd been unable to think of anything else since. How could she? She longed to meet him again and every day had returned to the park and walked beside the river, hoping to catch a glimpse of him once more, but he was never there. She brought offerings -- more boxes of cupcakes, she prayed to the statue...well begged at it, but always returned home disappointed and alone. Maybe it had been intended as a one-off encounter and she was destined never to meet him again.

"Well a typical man after all," she said out loud. "Have their way and then clear off. Oni men are just the same as humans it would seem." She sighed. Realistically speaking, how could she ever have a "normal" relationship with a seven foot blue ogre-type being anyway? Imagine introducing an oni to your friends...or your parents. She chuckled at that thought. That would be an awkward situation!

Outside, the storm-dark afternoon sky grew steadily darker as the thunderheads changed colour from grey to blue black, thickened and pressed closer to the earth. Lightning zigzagged across the sky. The day flickered and, for just a second or two, so did the lights of the apartment.

Caitlin stared at the ceiling. "Fujin and Raijin must be angry." She'd been reading up on the gods of wind and thunder. The night with the Oni had given her a sudden interest in Japanese gods and demons and she was keen to learn as much as possible.

Lightning slashed through the panoply of clouds again, nearer this time than before, and it seemed to strike the ground no more than two houses away. The ensuing crash of thunder rattled the windows. The lightning flashed again. This time it seemed to flash even closer than before, only yards away. Thunder cracked, then cracked again. The lights dimmed, fluttered, then reluctantly came to full power. For the past few minutes Caitlin had been aware of the distant wail of sirens. Fire engines. Now they were rapidly growing nearer, louder.

"One of those last two bolts of lightning must have caused some real damage when it touched down." she said to herself. She stared at the other apartments down the road, but couldn't see smoke rising from the rooftops. Maybe it was too wet for smoke to be seen. Visibility was reduced by the water-spotted pane of glass and curtains of mist and grey that wavered and billowed outside. The sirens swelled. Evidently there was more than one truck. It sounded like they were only next door. As the first siren dwindled just a little, new ones shrieked. She hoped there hadn't been another earth tremor. Earthquakes were never far from people's minds in Japan. Even more since last year. Maybe she should check the news reports...

Then a thought snapped into Caitlin's mind, startling her as if a whip had been cracked in front of her face.

"Something's wrong...here." A powerful, inexplicable current of panic surged through her. She gripped the window frame so tightly, that her fingernails blanched.

"Wrong...so wrong."

The air was suddenly oppressive and heavy, as if it was no longer breathable but a noxious gas.

"I've got to get out of here and get a breath of fresh air," she said. She couldn't explain it but it was almost as if an invisible force...or presence wanted her to go outside.

As the apartments lacked any kind of space for gardens, a small communal courtyard had been constructed, complete with benches and shrubs in pots -- plus a few acer palmatum trees. It wasn't as luxurious or relaxing as the park but it was a pleasant sanctuary after a hard day at work. In the centre of the courtyard stood a small, weathered shrine. Caitlin headed out to it. The rain was relentless and she was already soaked to the skin despite having only run a few yards. She huddled against the shrine and it provided shelter, of a fashion.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said, remembering that it was a shrine and not a shelter. She bowed. "Please allow me to shelter here just for a little while." Caitlin smiled to herself. She was picking up the local customs now. Besides, with what had happened recently, it was important to show the utmost respect. After all, there could be another lusty Oni lurking nearby. Which she quite hoped there would be because...

...BOOM!

The shrine was struck by lightning and everything went black...

Unseen by anyone else, two mysterious figures materialised out of thin her and carried Caitlin up into the sky...

******* Fujin and Raijin's yellow eyes moved hungrily over the unconscious Caitlin's soft, round curves, their mouths watering to lick and suck and taste her pale skin. Both felt their members harden and they suppressed groans, knowing their lust for her was at risk of going too far for her fragile human body to endure.

"She's a beautiful human," the wind god Fujin murmured. His groin tightened in anticipation as he allowed himself to become fully aroused, his gaze locked onto her petite frame, desiring her desperately. The two gods' opinion of humans had suffered over the years. They watched the selfish greed of the human race start wars, and the destruction they had wrought upon the Earth. And yet despite being destructive, they were still so vulnerable in the presence of the awesome powers the gods could conjure up. It was wrong to demonise an entire race though and as they continued to stare at the young woman that lay before them, Fujin and Raijin sensed nothing but goodness about her.

"Damn," Fujin thought, wanting nothing more but to ravish her there and then, yet he held back. Sure there was nothing stopping Raijin and himself from doing just that, yet part of them just couldn't take her forcibly. They were pranksters, yes, but they weren't rapists.

"What now?" Raijin asked. "Want so bad..."

Caitlin awoke, aware of hot breath on her face. Opening her eyes she saw the wind and thunder god for the first time. She opened her mouth to scream but Fujin quickly backed away and knelt in front of her.

"It's alright. We won't hurt you!" Fujin said, trying to calm her.

Caitlin's eyes widened as she realised she was in the presence of the wind and thunder gods. The gods she'd been reading up on only last night. They resembled the blue Oni a little. Suddenly she remembered the inscription on the Oni's bracelet -- the one about random encounters. Was this yet another of those random encounters?

"Where am I?" She asked, becoming a little bolder seeing as the two gods were merely observing her.

"Inside a cloud," Raijin replied. "What's your name, human?"

"I'm Caitlin," she replied. "And I know you...you're Fujin and Raijin, yes?"

The two gods blinked and looked at each other.

One who knows our names. This one is someone special. "Yes we are, how do you know of us when you've never met us before?" They both bowed to her, feeling very honoured that Caitlin knew of them.

"I was reading a book all about you yesterday," she replied.

Fujin tilted his head. "You were? Well, that is good." Caitlin stared intently at him. His green skin was glistening with the rain. He looked even more immense than the blue Oni. His eyes were radiant, like flames, a large twisted horn grew from the top of his head. His hair was reddish brown and he appeared to be carrying a large sack -- a wind sack, just as had been described in the book. Like the Oni, both he and Raijin wore gold bracelets, anklets and loincloths. Raijin looked similar to Fujin, except his skin was a greyish colour and he possessed two horns. His body was illuminated with an aura of electricity.

Caitlin struggled to her feet and bowed to the two gods. "It's nice to meet you....but what do you want from me? Have I offended you in some way?"

Fujin shook his head. "No, not at all. In answer to your first question, I want..." He paused and placed his wind sack on the floor. "I want...may I kiss you?"

Caitlin blinked. "K-kiss me?" She stared at the large protruding teeth on his lower jaw. "Yes...if you must..." She wasn't in a position to say no.

Fujin gave in to that need with a low growl and leaned down to her, careful of his teeth, and ran his tongue over her pliant lips. She moaned and opened her mouth to his kiss. Encouraged by her acceptance of him, his rigid cock twitched beneath his loincloth, and he moved to gather her in his arms. She resisted and pulled away, but Raijin quickly approached her from behind began kissing the side of her neck and running his hand up her skirt. She gasped at his touch, but relaxed as the kisses continued, travelling up to her earlobe. The blue Oni's kisses had been amazing, but these were something else entirely. Caitlin didn't realise that Raijin was slowly removing her clothes, because as Fujin broke the kiss, something else caught her eye.

Her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips parted as she panted heavily, she was staring at the outline of Fujin's cock, which was presently tenting his leopard-skin loincloth, standing proudly at attention. She lay back on the clouds, her foot slowly stroked up the inside of his thigh and gently pushed his loincloth away and began caressing his green manhood. The wind god moaned at her sensual touch and thrust his hips instinctively against her foot. He raised her leg, ran his tongue lightly along the sole of her other foot, making her giggle. A low laugh rumbled in his throat as he went back to her toes, kissing each one before working his way up her silky leg. The closer he came to her moist sex as his lips danced up her leg, the more his head swam. Her foot was gently caressing his balls, the pressure of her toes causing him to rotate his hips, groaning at the sensation.

Caitlin murmured his name in a needy whine, spreading her milky thighs further apart as his mouth slowly kissed and licked closer to her core. Unable to resist such an invitation, Fujin settled on his stomach between her legs. He drew his tongue along her hot slit then closed his mouth over it to suck up her sweet juices. The girl gasped, arching her back and threading her little fists in his long hair. He began to worship her eagerly, her taste inflaming his want and he growled low. She cried out then, rocking her hips, coming in his mouth. 

Relaxed, Caitlin looked down at him, her eyes shining with warmth and a smile on her lips. The wind god stared back into those blue eyes, continuing to lick up the remainder of her feminine release. He then sat up on his heels and began lazily stroking his throbbing erection as he gazed down at her beautiful body. She purred at the sight, sitting up in front of him and wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Fujin moved his hand and allowed her to stroke him. She crawled in his lap, straddling him, and continued to pleasure him with her hand as she moved her head to kiss him. The feeling of having her so close, in his arms as she jacked him with her hand was intense because her pussy hovered so close to the head of his cock. Growling, he grasped her ass cheeks, his finger lightly caressing her dripping cleft. 

Raijin decided to join in and knelt behind Caitlin so that she was sandwiched between the two gods. His fingers crackled with static electricity as he began caressing her breasts. She let out a little moan as she received a small electric shock from his touch. Enjoying her reaction, Raijin moved his right hand down and he very gently used his index finger to massage her anus. Arching her back and squeezing Fujin's cock with her hand, she uttered a breathy scream. She reached back and pushed Raijin's hand closer to her, indicating that she liked him touching her there.

"Does that feel good, Caitlin?" Raijin whispered huskily, knowing full well that it did. She whimpered in response as he put firm pressure on her rosebud, moaning when her pussy drenched his hand. He grunted, suddenly desperate to feel the tight walls of her sex engulfing him. Meanwhile Fujin shifted his hips so the head of his aching shaft was nestled at her entrance. Raijin continued to stroke her anus, gradually putting more pressure until the tip of his finger was inside. Caitlin sobbed in pleasure, steadily lowering herself onto Fujin's cock. The wind god knew nothing in the world could ever feel this amazing. This was better than creating a thousand storms.

A tortured groan escaped Raijin and he pushed his thick digit a little bit further inside her tight anal passage. She let out a surprised squeak of pleasure and wiggled her hips until he was fully embedded inside of her....his finger and Fujin's cock now filling her sweet holes.

Breathing hard, Fujin felt like his body was surrounded in searing warmth, the heat of her core engulfing him in white hot pleasure. Raijin's finger in her ass caused even more pressure on his shaft. He whimpered, looking into her eyes when she began to rock back and forth, the feeling so intense he knew he would not last long before he shot his load. She had her hands on his broad shoulders and he leaned his forehead on hers. They began to move together, their thrusts driven by need, their hips meeting and grinding in an erotic dance that was ancient, primal. Fujin moaned as he squeezed her fleshy hip, and he intensified his strokes, plunging his cock in and out of her blazing tight sheath. Caitlin cried out in delight at this and then Raijin's finger pressed deeper still and suddenly she was coming. She never imagined a threesome would be as good as this...mind you it was a threesome with two gods...would human guys ever be able to pleasure her as well as a god? She doubted she'd ever be able to return to regular relationships after all this. Her clenching walls coupled with a finger embedded in her ass created a tightness around Fujin's dick beyond anything he thought possible and with the first compression of her orgasm around his cock, a low whine escaped his throat. As she threw her head back and screamed her completion his balls tightened and he felt his climax bombard his senses. He sped up his thrusts and howled as his cum shot into her depths in hot spurts.

Caitlin moaned softly as Raijin carefully withdrew his finger from her ass. There was no time for her to catch her breath for the thunder god had been patiently waiting his turn to ravish her.

"My turn, yes?" Raijin murmured, as Fujin moved away. 

Caitlin nodded, exhausted but she was unable to resist the thunder god. He seemed to possess a power that had her body aching to be ravished a second time, despite her exhaustion. His member was crackling with electricity...would she be electrocuted when he entered her? She couldn't wait to find out. "Take me..." she pleaded.

Stroking her breasts gently, Raijin was pleasantly surprised by her wantonness. It would seem that this little human was full of surprises. Raijin smiled and pushed her onto his thick cock. "Gladly," he said giving her a deep kiss as he began thrusting with renewed vigor from his joy. Raijin swivelled his hips rubbing up against different parts of Caitlin's cervix with each thrust. He bit her neck lovingly before licking and kissing her again.

Fujin was enjoying the view immensely; amazed that the human hadn't collapsed from fatigue already. Yet she was yelling out loud and enjoying Raijin as much as she'd enjoyed him moments earlier. "Oh Raijin!! Oh yessss! More!!!" She raised her hands and gripped Raijin's two antler-like horns -- which only served to arouse him further. With each thrust of his cock, she received a small electric shock -- not enough to cause pain or harm; aware of her mortality, Raijin was careful not to unleash too much of his electricity. He gave a final thunderous roar and emptied his hot seed deep inside her and she closed her eyes tight. Even Fujin had to narrow his eyes as Raijin's body lit up with electrical energy.

Caitlin flopped weakly against Raijin and he growled when her pussy throbbed around his softening member. He wrapped both arms around her and held her close and without withdrawing from her sex he lay down. She snuggled into his heat, a small sigh escaping her lips. "That...was so...amazing," she panted, sweat running off her.

"Enough now, she must have rest," Fujin said. "I'll bring her a drink." The wind god tore off part of a large cloud and squeezed it. Cold water poured into his large hand.

"Caitlin, drink this," he whispered, tilting his hand gently against her lips and she gratefully drank, her throat parched. He splashed her forehead with the rainwater and opened his wind sack a little, letting a gentle breeze wash over her. She immediately felt refreshed.

"Are you alright?"

Caitlin smiled at them. "I'm fine." She reached over and planted a kiss on Fujin's lips, then did the same to Raijin. "I enjoyed both of you so much."

The two gods looked at each other and blushed. "We enjoyed you too."

Fatigue was rapidly overtaking Caitlin now and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Mmm...I want to stay with you...but...must sleep..."

"Ssh, rest now, lovely Caitlin," Fujin murmured, stroking her cheek. He gathered her up in his arms and wrapped her up in cumulus cloud. "We'll let her sleep through the night here, but in the morning we must return her to her human abode."

Raijin nodded. "Can't she stay with us forever? I like her...a lot. She likes us a lot. We can share...yes? You and I, we always share everything."

"Forever would mean she'd have to be rendered immortal like us and that complicates things. Getting other gods involved and all. Maybe Caitlin would not be willing to leave the human world for us? We'll sort things out in the morning."

Caitlin spent a blissful night's sleep up in the clouds with Fujin and Raijin beside her. As dawn broke, they didn't want her to leave but she was able to come to an amicable agreement. Not ready to leave the human world behind just yet, Caitlin asked if she could meet up with the two gods once a week...after all a woman needs a week to recover from a threesome with two powerful gods.

Fujin and Raijin were delighted with this arrangement and immediately agreed.

As Fujin carried her back down to earth and set her in front of the shrine, she embraced both of them one last time.

"Next Friday at this shrine then? You'll know when we're coming as it will start raining and thundering."

Caitlin nodded. "I'll be here. I can't wait to see you both again!" She bade them farewell and they flew off back to their respective realms in the sky.

She hummed happily to herself as she headed back to her apartment. The sun had come out and the blue sky was dotted with small clouds. Looked like the weather was going to be nice all week. Until Friday of course...

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Stormy Night



The thunder boomed and shook the bedroom. Amanda's hazel eyes popped open from a dead sleep. 

She hated storms. The sound of the rain hit her window and she lifted her head just in time for the lightning to dance across the sky. She was terrified of storms. 

It was kind of hard to believe how an 18 year old girl, who just graduated from Highschool last week would be terrified of something such as that, but she was. 

Her room was located on the second floor of the house, and since her older brother and sister were gone and had moved out, she was the only one up there.

Her father's room was on the first floor next to the den. It had been the two of them for about 4 years now. Amanda's Mom left when she was 14 to be with a much younger guy she met at work. Her father, Terry tried to keep it from her and said her mother was just on vacation. 

She soon found out the truth though when her mother started mailing her postcards with a picture of her and a guy around her age now. Amanda stretched slightly in bed and tried to shut her eyes again. 

But the sound of the booming thunder again made her jump almost out of her skin. She looked over at the clock, 3am. Her father should be home now as he usually works late. 

She waited till the thunder had stopped and got out of bed. She was wearing a blue tank top with matching boy short undies. Amanda never thought of herself as a looker. 

She had only one steady boyfriend throughout school and he recently broke it off with her since he was going away for college. 

He wanted to experience the college women he said. Amanda shook that image out of her head. She was 5 ft 7, 150lbs. She had milky white skin, dark blondish hair, and piercing hazel eyes. 

Her breasts were somewhere between a D and DD and rarely went unnoticed. She didn't try to attract attention and usually concealed them while out. When she was at home in her room she didn't mind wearing things more revealing. 

She threw the covers off and headed down stairs for her father's room. It wasn't unusually for her to go in there when it stormed or sometimes just to cuddle. Even at 18 she still loved to do it. 

Her and her father were so close. The door to his room was ajar and Amanda could see her father was awake. She tapped lightly on the outside of the door. 

"Daddy are you awake? It is storming outside pretty bad, can I come in here and cuddle with you?" Terry laid half laying half propped up on a pillow. He knew his daughter would be in soon as soon as he heard the rain. 

He loved that she still loved to cuddle with him in bed. He held up the covers. "Of course babygirl. You better get under here before you get a cold wearing that." 

Amanda giggled and bolted for the bed. She climbed under the down comforter and was greeted by her father's warmth. He was wearing just a pair or shorts, which Amanda loved. She loved to put her head on his chest and run her hand down the length of it. 

His greying chest hair entangled her fingers and she loved the feel of it. He put an arm around her side and kissed the top of her head. 

"Thank you Daddy for letting me come in here." Amanda put a leg over her father's. "Anytime baby, I love cuddling with you." He stroked her hair softly and ran his down down the bare part of her back. 

"I knew you would be in here soon so I waited for you to come down." She looked up at him lovingly and gently kissed his cheek. 

The sound of thunder shook the room and lightning danced across the sky again. Amanda squeezed her father tightly and closed her eyes. Terry tried to sooth her by rubbing her hair and back still. 

They both felt a big boom and the power go out. Terry mumbled a curse word under his breath. It was in the 30s outside and hoped the power wouldn't stay off for long. 

The house was always drafty, and didn't take long to get cold. "What do we do now Daddy?" Amanda's voice wavered a little, unsure of what to do next. It was pitch black in the room. 

"We wait babygirl, and try to stay warm." 

Terry pulled the blanket higher on both of them. They both laid down all the way and Terry positioned Amanda so her back was to him. 

He was trying to wrap the blanket tightly around them, with it being dark as it was, it was hard to feel where things were. 

He went to tuck the blanket under his daughter's front and accidently grabbed boob. Now, it wasn't the first time during the cuddling sessions that there would be an accidently touch or brushing, but this was the first time his whole hand cupped it. It was firm and the nipple was hard. 

He shook that idea out of his head and went back to the task at hand. Amanda didn't know how to respond. She knew it was an accident, but it felt good feeling her father's hand on her breast. 

She was already cold but didn't want her father to know. She wrapped her arms around her self and tried to contain her shivering. She snuggled close. Terry placed an arm around her waist and instantly felt the chill from her. 

He knew his daughter was cold natured and it didn't take her long to get cold. He just hoped it wouldn't be this soon. Her tanktop was freezing. 

He contemplated the options they had. It didn't seem like the storm was letting up at all, and there was no telling when the power would come back on. He enhaled sharply. 

"Baby your freezing." Amanda let go and started to shiver. 

"I know Daddy." 

He rolled her on her back and got on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. 

Her cold skin almost made it impossible for him to keep warm. "Babygirl, your gonna have to lose that tanktop so I can get you warm. 

With the power being out there's not much I can do." She paused for a second. It was dark so she knew her father couldn't see anything. 

"Ok Daddy, I know body contact is the best way to keep warm." 

He helped her out of the tank top and pressed his body close to hers. It was awkward at first having the feel of his daughter's breasts against him but nice at the same time. He could feel the nipples press into him and that was the first time in a long time he felt naked flesh on him. 

He tried to block thoughts about his daughter from his mind. He knew what they were doing was innocent enough, but the last thing he needed to get was a boner from his daughter. 

He lay on top of her, her legs spread slightly. Their pelvics touching. Her face nuzzled into his neck. They laid like that for a while, Terry mindlessly rubbing her bare back. 

Amanda put her arms around her father's neck and began to shift slightly. The weight of her father wasn't hurting her, but the sensations she was having in her pussy was uncomfortable. She could feel her father's manhood through his shorts, even though it wasn't hard. 

The thought of it being so close turned her on. Terry wished Amanda would stop moving as the movement was causing him to get a slight boner. 

Knowing there wasn't much separating them wasn't helping matters any. Terry propped himself up on his hands for a moment. "Babygirl I can't tell if this is helping or not. You still feel like you are freezing." 

She let her hands rest on the sides of his waist. "I still feel cold Daddy." He looked at the time on his cellphone, the power had already been out almost 2 hours. 

It was going to be at least 2 more hours before daylight hit. He sighed deeply. "Baby the only thing I can think of to do is get completely naked and you get on top of me and I wrap the blanket around us. It is going to be a few hours yet before the sun comes up." 

Even with him saying this he felt a jolt in his manhood. Amanda thought for a minute before she concluded it was the only way for her not to freeze or get pneumonia. 

"Ok Daddy. I trust you." 

He got off of her, the words bore into him. She slid her undies off as he did the same with his shorts. He was hoping the cool air would stifle his growing erection. He lay on his back as his naked daughter climbed on top of him. 

Lightning striked and he got a perfect view of her breasts. They were perfect. The nipples stuck out with quarter sized pink areoles. 

They definitely had some size to them. He remembered she wore 34 DD bras from the times he did her laundry. 

She didn't seem to notice he was staring as she was too busy trying to position herself on top of her father. Somewhat embarrassed that her shaved pussy was straddling right above his groin. 

As soon as she covered him he through the blanket on top of both of them. He had a full on erection at this point and he was just glad she sat higher and couldn't feel it. 

Amanda propped herself on her elbows and was very much aware her breasts were inches from her father's face. Terry ran his arms and hands down the length of her stopping when he reached her butt. 

She shivered over him, partly because of her being cold but also because this was the first time she had ever been completely naked with someone before. 

Sure she fooled around with her ex, but they didn't do this together. "Daddy I have never felt so close to you before. I really enjoy this." He was surprised that his daughter was enjoying herself. 

It felt awkward and natural for them to be doing what they were doing. "Me too babygirl." He ran his hands down her sides feeling the sides of her breasts. He ran his hands down to her hips and stopped to rub her hip bones. 

It had been too long since he felt like this. He had a want, a desire to be inside his daughter, he had to control it though. 

As he ran his hands back up Amanda grabbed them and giggled, Daddy I'm ticklish. "Is that so," he said chuckling and did it faster and harder this time. As she moved to fight him off one of her nipples landed on her father's lips. 

XzThe wetness turned her on and she moaned slightly. 

"Daddy I am sorry." 

"Why it was an accident babygirl." Oh god how he wanted her. 

He tried to reassure her as he had his own need to be sucking on that nipple. He resumed tickling her and it happened again only this time she didn't move away. 

The tiny mound sat there on his lips inviting him to put it in his mouth and he did. Everything in that moment got quiet as her father gently sucked on her nipple. 

She let out a small moan and her father reached to cup the other breast. He tugged on the nipple and traced circles with his fingers. Neither one knew for sure what was happening, but it was happening. 

She removed her breast from her father's mouth and kissed him passionately. Terry grabbed the back of his daughter's head and they kissed for what seemed like eternity. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and meet with his. 

Their tongues danced the forbidden dance of lust. Amanda let out a small moan. Terry grabbed his daughter's hips and pushed them back to where she would feel his 8 inch dick against her. 

She gasps. Never would she thought she would of given her father a hard on. She was already wet and feeling her father's dick rub on her shaved pussy made it worse. 

"Oh babygirl, what we are doing is wrong. But I want you." 

This made Amanda's heart skip a beat. Any signs of her being cold vanished. She felt on fire from the heat building up in her. 

"Daddy I want you. I want to feel you and be closer to you than ever before." Before she finished the sentence he had already flipped them over, his body back on top of hers. He trailed kisses from her neck down to inbetween her breasts. He tenderly kissed both nipples and rolled the other between his fingers. His manhood ached to be inside her, but he would not rush things. 

He continued with his kisses down to her navel to which he kissed playfully. Terry spread his daughter's legs and with his hand felt the smoothness of her pussy. 

He wondered to himself how long she had been shaving, but didn't dare want to ask. He rubbed his palm on the outside of her pussy lips feeling the heat radiate from within. 

She moaned deeper and pressed her hips into his hand. She wished it wasn't so dark so she may see him. He rubbed his finger down the slit, parting the sweet lips of her pussy. He felt the hardness of her clit and it was already wet.

His tongue met her mound and he gently sucked the forbidden fruit of her clit. It was the sweetest one he had ever tasted. Amanda arched her back. "Oh Daddy." 

She said gasping. His tongue on her sex sent waves of energy throughout her body. He ran it down both sides slowly, then flicked it gently. He did this several times before he stuck his tongue in her pussy. This almost sent Amanda over the edge to ecstasy. 

He traced circles around the sides, then tongue fucked her. Amanda's body was tensing. Terry grabbed her ass with both hands to fully take her in. She moaned and squirmed. She gripped the sheets. 

She knew she was about to cum. Her body convulsed and let go of the building tension. All her senses went off as her father sucked the juices from her pussy. "Oh Daddy" she screamed over and over. "You make me feel so good." 

He sucked every last drop of cum from her. She laid there spent. Her body feeling as if it had been through the ringer. Terry couldn't believe he made his daughter have an orgasm, possible the best orgasm she had ever had. 

"Daddy", she whispered. "I want you. I want to feel you inside me." 

He took his index finger and slowly stuck it inside her. She was very wet and ready for his cock. He felt her hymen and contemplated if he wanted to be the one that took it from her. He got on top of her, wedged in between her thighs. 

"Babygirl, daddy would like nothing more than to be your first. Are you sure you want this. He asked." His dick pressed against her. 

In almost a whisper she answered "yes daddy. I want my first time to be special." He sat up on his knees positioning the head of his dick to her opening. He wanted so bad to just ram it inside her hard, but he resisted that urge. 

He slowly worked the head of his dick into her warmth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put both legs on his sides. "Baby, your first time will hurt a little. But then it will feel good ok." She nodded. 

He started to pump it slowly in and out. The tightness almost made him blow his wad right there, but he waited. 

He was about 3 inches in when he felt the resistance of her virginity. He knew this was now or never. There would be no looking back. Still pumping back and forth he contemplated the choice. 

That was when Amanda thrusted her hips to meet his and broke the hymen. She let out a small cry. Terry couldn't believe what she had just done. He paused his thrusting for a moment. 

He took her face in his hand and wished he could see her eyes. "Mmm Daddy it feels so good." He started to thrust slowly. 

"It feels great to me too babygirl." Her pussy was so tight and wet. 

It wouldn't all fit in her, but she could take at least 6 inches of his 8 inch dick. 

Amanda started to move her hips in line with his thrusts. Terry's desire for a woman, to cum became an animalist need. He started fucking his daughter hard. Each thrust brought a loud moan from Amanda. 

"Do you like that cock in your tight pussy baby?" Her father was close to cuming. 

"Oh Daddy I love the way your dick fills up my pussy. I want to fuck you every night. With that, he pulled all the way out of her, flipped her over and picked up her ass with his hands. 

He rammed his dick in her pussy doggie style. He was fucking her so hard the bed was moving. He felt his balls smacking her pussy lips. He knew he was all the way in her. "Mmm baby. Daddy will make sure you get fucked every night." With that he came. 

Shooting load after load of warm juice in his daughter's pussy. He let go of her hips once the sensation left. Both laid there spent. He collapsed on the bed beside her. 

Both were sweating. He rubbed the hair out of her face. "Well baby, your not cold anymore." They both laughed and feel asleep in each other's arms.