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The Tornado

By: whatnow221



Tom bundled up his pack and started to hike back to his cabin. The day was sweltering, easily 100 degrees he guessed. As he passed through the woods, the trees seemed to droop in the heat. But Tom was happy. He loved the outdoors. He could hike these woods for hours. In fact he had hiked the woods for many hours over the course of the summer. Tom had been up in the woods for almost 7 weeks now, making do with very little, and living comfortably in the rustic northwoods environment. Today was the day he was scheduled to head back to civilization, and he knew he would miss the solitude to which he had become accustomed. On his last day in paradise, it would take more than 100 degree weather to keep him from enjoying himself. 

Tom bounced easily down a deer path in the woods. To the unaccustomed eye, there was no path at all. But Tom moved through the underbrush easily, weaving through the trees and bushes and adroitly avoiding hazards such as stinging nettles and poison ivy. The day's atmosphere was still and heavy, but Tom was strong enough and had enough energy to move quickly through the heat and humidity, with a smile on his face.

He had spent nearly seven weeks on some untamed land in the northwoods. The property was his family's, but there wasn't much on it. There was an abandoned old farmhouse, but nobody ever even went inside of it these days. It was decrepit and could maybe collapse if disturbed. Tom had been sleeping in a one-room cabin. He had built the cabin with his father several years back. They used wood from the property and built it in the style of settlers. It wasn't the best piece of construction, but for two amateurs it was pretty good, and Tom was proud of it. His extended family often used the property for camping, but this summer, Tom decided to stay for a longer amount of time. He wanted some time away from it all before starting college. So he left his computer, cell phone, and most other trappings of civilization, and took off to the cabin for almost seven weeks. Today was the day he was supposed to be picked up.

As Tom emerged from the woods into the clearing where the cabin was, he saw that his family's red station wagon was already parked nearby. He felt a rather complex bit of emotion wash over him. He had spent nearly two months in solitude, and he really enjoyed it. He wasn't feeling all that eager to get back to the hustle and bustle of social living. On the other hand, he was glad to see his loved ones. It made him feel good to know that they were thinking about him and were there so early in the day, apparently eager to pick him up. 

As Tom bounded out of the woods into the sun-drenched clearing, his sister Leah saw him and smiled. She noticed that Tom cut a quite attractive feature. He was wearing shorts, socks and hiking boots. His torso was bare and deeply tanned, as it appeared that he hadn't worn a shirt for most of his stay. Leah marveled at her brother's physique. He looked like an ad in a magazine. He was well-muscled, but not bulky, with the physique of someone who exercised regularly, but did not lift weights. 

Leah ran to hug her younger brother. When they met his Jeremiah Johnson beard rubbed roughly against her cheek as he kissed her. He also lifted her up easily and swung her around. In his strong arms, she felt weightless, like it was no effort at all to handle her 120 pounds.

Stepping away from her brother, she could see through his beard, where his boyish smile bared a bright healthy set of teeth. 

"Well, Mr. Outdoorsman, turns out the bears didn't eat ya after all."

"Nope. They knew I'd just kill and eat them first!" Tom's voice felt funny in his throat. Still, he playfully snapped his teeth aat his sister, playing like a wild animal.

"Hey, there he is!" Both Leah and Tom turned their heads to see their mother Tess approach. Tom smiled, just as glad to see Tess as he was to see Leah. Leah's gaze, however, darkened a bit, even as she continued to smile.

Tess marveled as she approached. In the glare of the sun, it was as if she had stumbled upon a couple of Greek gods, gathered in an Elysian field. Tom seemed to pulse with raw, natural masculinity, with his sweaty torso, and dirty khaki shorts which he wore sagging on his hips. To her trained eye, it did not appear as if underwear were a valued commodity for her nature-loving son. But next to Tom, was the equally beautiful Leah. On that hot day she wore minimal clothing. Up from her slim torso poked two perky handfuls of breasts. Tracing her curves downwards, Tess took in her daughter's shapely rump, and long, tanned legs. But as Leah turned toward her Tess could read Leah's lively green eyes well enough to know that, as pleased as Leah was to see her brother, she was still pissed off at Tess, and rightly so.

Tess kissed her son on the lips, through his beard, and pulled him hard against her breasts. A jolt of electricity coursed through her body. Her son's altered, rustic appearance made him feel something like a stranger. A spectacularly sexy stranger, that is. Combined with his manly scent and his exposed muscles, his embrace immediately flooded Tess' pussy. Oh, not again, she thought. She had always been very physically sensitive, and easily turned on. As a teenager in the seventies, that made her a very popular girl indeed. But as an adult, and quite recently, it had landed her in some trouble. She chastised herself for getting turned on by her own son, and hoped that her nipples were not poking through her shirt. What would Leah think if she noticed? Getting turned on by her own son? Tess couldn't deny it was happening, but she was desperate to hide it from Leah. Tess was worried that Leah would think her mother was an irredeemable hussy, and they would never repair their relationship.

The three family members walked to Tom's cabin, to "pack" the few amenities that Tom had taken with him to the cabin. Tom led the way, and both women followed behind. Each woman tried not to notice the athletic movements of Tom in front of him. He moved his six foot frame easily, as he took long, smooth paces, balancing each step on the balls of his feet. With each swinging step, the top of his glutes pulsed above his shorts, giving a teasing indication of his hard ass to each of his female family members. 

Conversation remained minimal. The women seemed to have yielded to Tom's usual quietude. Tom was glad for the initial lack of chatter. He could be as much of a talker as anyone, but it would take some time to adjust. Out here, in nature, under the oppressive heat, any conversation beyond what was necessary just seemed out of place. 

It was true that the heat was one reason for the lack of chatter. Both women were struggling to keep up with Tom's pace. But they were also focusing on suppressing inappropriate sexual thoughts. Neither had succeeded. Leah's nipples were practically on display. She wore a tight cotton tanktop with no bra. Her pink areolas didn't tend to show through the thin material, but now that her nipples were hard, she was regretting her decision to not wear a bra, even despite the heat. Tess was also turned on, but fortunately, she wore a blouse that was made of a sturdier material, which tended to obscure the exact contours of her nipples. Plus, her larger breasts were slightly less sensitive than her daughter's. Nevertheless, both women were doing a poor job of hiding their arousal. 

It didn't take long to gather Tom's rudimentary supplies. In the tight confines of the cabin, the three family members could not avoid slightly brushing each other, as they helped gather Tom's stuff. Nobody complained about these touches. But Leah did seem to pay close attention to any contact between Tess and Tom. Tess knew she was on a pretty short leash as far as Leah was concerned.

Soon everything was safely stowed in the trunk of the car. 

"Well, do you guys want to take a quick dip in the lake before you get back in the car?"

The question took the ladies by surprise. 

"I mean, its barely 11 oclock. You guys can't possibly be excited to get back in the car and drive another four hours. Why not take a little while to cool down and have some fun, as long as you're here?"

Tess did not want to appear eager to see her children strip down and take a dip in the lake. "I don't know, Tom. Its supposed to thunderstorm this afternoon..." Leah as well was somewhat hesitant. She was self-conscious enough with the way her tits were pressed against her shirt, and she hadn't packed a swimming suit. "I dunno, I didn't really bring anything to go swimming in..."

Tom assessed the situation. Both women's nipples were on display. He surmised that they were simply reticent about stripping down and going swimming in their underwear, or in the nude. But he could also tell that they were hot and would probably appreciate a dip before piling back in the car. He decided to simply ignore their weak protests.

"Come on," he said. "I'm not quite ready to leave paradise yet until I take one last swim." As he said it he raised his arms and walked away from the women towards the lake. With his arms raised, silhouetted by the glaring sun, he appeared majestic. The beauty of the image itself led the women to forget what they had said, and follow Tom towards the lake. 

Tom knew it would be slightly awkward. Although the family had been swimming at the lake several times, they had never been without swimming suits. He was well aware that the ladies were not wearing bras, so at the very least they would be involved in a wet t-shirt contest. He decided to just jump in and start swimming. He figured that they would figure out how to join him on their own. Tom jumped in, and swam underwater to the other side of the lake.

Standing at the edge of the water, Leah and Tess hesitated. Neither woman wanted to get her clothes wet and have to sit in damp clothing on the long ride back. 

Leah realized that her mother, gunshy about her recently indiscretions, would not be the one to suggest the only viable solution: that they strip down and jump in naked. But Leah was also pissed at her mom, so she didn't want to tell her it would be alright to swim naked. Instead, she just pulled off her shirt, exposing her white breasts and pink nipples to the open air. Then she pulled off her shorts and panties, and without making eye contact, dove in to the water. 

Tess soon followed suit, stripped down and jumped in. It felt exquisite to escape the heat into the depths of the cool, spring-fed water. For a moment, as her body sluiced through the cool water, all her troubles disappeared, she just felt free to exult in the pleasure of the moment. As the momentum of her dive slowed, she floated still in water, and felt very content. Then she realized she also felt the urge to reach down and stroke herself, to stave off the feelings of lust. Then she thought back to the lust she experience six days prior. And then, as if in a blink of an eye, all of her troubles were back again. 

Treading water, Tess looked across the pond. She saw her two children wrestling. A spasm of jealousy sped through her, before she checked herself and realized that Leah hadn't done anything wrong. Still, she noticed how Tom was manhandling his sister's body, and sometimes brushing her breasts above water, and god-knows-what below water. As the two wrestled, she knew that their play was not perfectly innocent. Two young, sexy bodies such as those could not help but react to the situation, no matter that they were siblings.

Tess didn't mind really. What she cared most about was getting her family back. Or, if that wasn't possible, at least not losing her children. She knew that what she had to tell Tom on the ride home would not be pleasant. Thinking it through in her mind had the beneficial effect of distracting her from the sexual stimulus of her children's naked wrestling. She decided to leave them to do their thing while she swam serenely back and forth, doing the breaststroke, and letting the cool water slip past her while she considered how she would describe the situation to Tom.

After thirty minutes, Tess was still swimming back and forth. Looking up, though, she saw that Tom and Leah were back on the shore. She winced as she saw that Tom's shorts had somehow come off. She caught sight of his cock just as he stepped back into his wet shorts. It was not quite hard but not flaccid either. It was also, from what Tess could see from her position in the lake, a very serviceable piece of equipment. As he pulled his shorts over his seven inch cock, Tess ducked her head under the water and made her way to join her kids on the shore. Stepping out of the water, she saw that Leah was still naked. The two of them looked similar. Tess was clearly the older woman, but she retained the slim shape of her youth. Both women had the same blond hair and green eyes, which were mostly playful, but could turn fierce in a moment. Standing in the sun, Tess could see that Leah was almost dry. The few drops of remaining water sparkled with sunlight on her daughter's perfect skin. In particular, Tess noticed a drop of water sliding down Leah's taut belly, just past her navel, and picking up speed as it traveled over her daughter's shaved pubis. The lucky little drop disappeared into her daughter's nether regions. 

Leah realized her mother was staring at her pussy. Good lord! Was this woman totally perverted, she asked herself. But as she considered the issue, she remembered how her mother had restrained herself, swimming back and forth, while Leah herself took every opportunity to enjoy the feel of Tom's sexy body. She had almost lost control of herself when she playfully unbuttoned Tom's shorts and "stole" them. In the process she "accidentally" grasped his hardening cock momentarily. She also knew that she was anything but upset about the feel of her brother's strong hands fleetingly passing over her breasts, her ass and even her pussy while they wrestled. 

Tom also found himself aroused. He had been nearly 7 weeks without female companionship, or any kind of companionship for that matter. He hadn't masturbated. Not that he was above masturbating. He realized that he might need some sort of release. But it just didn't feel right, out there in nature, to be jerking himself off. So he didn't. But now, all of the sudden, he was in close contact with two beautiful naked women. It was a little more than he could bear. He normally wouldn't have taken such liberties, wrestling naked with his sister, but her soft breasts and ass, and the tantalizingly feels of her pussy lips, were difficult to resist. Each time his naked cock had brushed against her supple skin, it sent a jolt of pleasure through him. 

The three family members stood, almost motionless, in the heat of the midday. The women dried themselves under the rays of the sun, and kept their eyes shut. Tom's eyes took advantage of his sister's and mother's bodies, while he had the opportunity. He appreciated each and every curve of their gorgeous bodies, and took a moment or two to let his sight linger over the two shaved pussies. Had his mother always shaved her pussy? The thought of his mother as a sexual person made him almost dizzy with excitement. While the three figures stood, silent and motionless, in the warmth of the pounding August sun, the only discernable movement was the growing tent of Tom's shorts.

Finally, Leah snapped to, and pulled her clothes on. Tess followed suit, and the three wordlessly trekked to the car and got ready for the drive towards home.

The three were still caught in the silent thrall of the woods for the first twenty minutes of the drive. They kept the windows down, and let the sound of rushing air fill the silence as they raced back to civilization. Leah sat in front and kept her lips pursed, self-righteously waiting for Tess to start speaking. Tom sat in the back seat, adjusting to the sensation, once again, of an automobile. He kept quiet, sensing some tension building in the front seat. Tess, for her part, sat there dreading what she was obliged to divulge. Outside, the heat was still there, but it was tempered by the air rushing through the open windows. On the horizon, in front of the car and to the west, an ominous darkness gathered.

Eventually, figuring that she had to do it anyways, Tess began:

"Tom, honey, I need to tell you about something that happened while you were away." Realizing it was hard to hear, Tess rolled the windows up.

"This is very hard for me to say," Tess started. Leah's eyes darkened, showing no sympathy for her mother's plight.

"Well, your father has been on the road a lot. We've been married for twenty years, and he is a very powerful man. I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that your father and I have not been as close in recent years, physically speaking, as I might have liked. I can't say for sure, but what with your father spending so much time in New York and Beijing, well, I don't know, but I guess, I maybe don't rank as highly with your father as at one time I might have."

"Are you saying dad's cheating on you?" Tom asked, his blood rising.

"Bullshit, mom. You have no proof of that!" Leah chimed in. Her blood was rising too, as she considered anew what her mother had done.

"No, honey. Leah's right. I don't know if he is or isn't. I was just trying to say that I'm a forty-five your old woman, but I'm still a woman. And without your father around, well, I guess, I don't have any ways for dealing with, well, for dealing with any sexual needs that I may have." 

Leah stared out the window. Her mood matched the roiling gray sky that they were driving straight towards. She realized that her mom was trying to lay the groundwork for some sort of excuse for her behavior. And she clearly did not consider Tess's excuse to be adequate. But she decided to keep quiet and let her mother proceed.

Tom, for his part, remained quiet too, curious what his mother was about to say.

"Anyways, as you know, your father's been gone for quite some time. And, well, I try my best to keep faithful, I do. I have basically worn out my vibrator"

"Mom!" Leah shrieked. Tom's mind reeled.

"Sorry. Well, I might as well just tell you what happened. Leah invited her friends over for her birthday party last weekend. Because she's 21, I let her get a keg, and bring booze and set up a real full-blown party out by the pool. Her friends came over at around noon and started drinking quite heavily. They played games where you flip over these cups of beer after drinking them."

Tom almost chuckled. 

"And there were all these young women and men there having a good time. I figured I would join them. Now, I don't drink that much normally, and it was a real hot sunny day."

A bolt of lightning streaked down in front of them. Tess flinched at the wheel. It took about 5 seconds for the thunder to reach them. In front of them the sky was swirling gray and black. It was clear they were in for a heck of a storm.

"I had made sandwiches and taken them out to the pool. And Leah's friends were real fun and friendly. I just wanted to have a good time. One of her friends, his name was Bone I think, well, I don't remember, someone, made me a drink with grapefruit juice and vodka. It tasted so good out there, on the pool deck, with it being so hot out. I barely could taste any alcohol. Plus, her friends were having such a good time, and they were all so friendly. They made me another drink, and another. Before I knew it it was almost evening. There were lots of people at the party."

Another lightning strike electrified the sky in front of them. This time it took 3 seconds for the sound of thunder to crash over them. Tess, nervy from her confession, flinched again.

"I don't know how many drinks I had. But the party was really wild. There were over 100 people there. And there was music. I guess at some point I put on a bikini." 


The Tornado Shelter



As I grew up on the High Plains Desert Northeast of Denver, on the Nebraska/Colorado border we didn't have too much violent weather. There were times, of course, when my folks would send us to the basement when a threatening green and black cloud would come up out of the Southwest and we'd all fear for our lives, but it just wasn't that often. Every year or two we'd have, a "toad strangler" of a rain storm and some hail, but for the most part, we didn't have too much violent weather. 

In 1949, the year I was born, Northeastern Colorado did experience one of the worst winters on record and had a horrible blizzard in January. That was talked about by the old timers all my years living in that small town. Then, in the spring of the same year, we had a tornado that took our little town off the map. But, the hearty people just got busy and rebuilt. I am 62 years old now.

During many winters we'd get blizzard like conditions, while I was growing up, closing schools and roads and we all loved being snowed in for days at a time. But, we were always warm, well fed and could always go sledding and playing in the snow. 

Other than a few rare times, not much really severe weather was part of our lives back then. 

It seems that now we are getting more frequent and more severe storms than I can ever remember or than I can recall hearing about. Every year we have several tornado watches, tornado warnings and severe weather warnings. Gosh, some of the photos of tornados that I've seen from right here in our county seem so ominous, so bad. And those tornados taking out Greensburg, Kansas, Joplin, Missouri, Tuscaloosa, Alabama and so many towns each year are so alarming. There just really seems to be worse weather every year, more severe, and more of it.

Knowing that the only real safe way to live through a tornado with an F3 or greater wind velocity is underground, and not being able to afford to dig a basement under my house, which sits on a cement slab, I wondered what in the world I'd do if we ever had a direct hit. I guess I'd die. 

Most of the folks in my neighborhood don't have basements and all of us are vulnerable. We live on slabs of concrete with a wood framed house built on it. I looked into "safe rooms" and they are so high priced and impractical. Just out of reach for us lower middle class types. 

I had an idea. I'd seen that the local junkyard had an old school bus for sale, for parts, for a couple of years or so. I was able to get him to sell what was left of it, the shell, to me for $200. I didn't care that the engine and transmission had been robbed off it. It was quite the old bus. All the windows were intact, the doors closed tight and there was room enough for 32 students on it. I towed it to my house. My neighbors complained about this ugly yellow behemoth sitting out back. They thought it to be an eyesore. I never shared my ideas, just decided what I would do and began to gather what I'd need.

So, I live on 3 acre sloped lot. Toward the back end of my lot it steepens quite a lot and so I decided to start digging. I dug a hole in the side of that hill. I dug it by hand and I worked on it after I got off work and into the night. I'd dig on the weekends and on holidays and finally, after 27 weeks of back breaking digging and hauling, I had a hole in the side of that hill that was 9 feet wide and went into the hill 60 feet. In the farthest, deepest place, at the end of this tunnel, or ditch, it was 20 feet from the floor to the ground above. I'd had to pile a lot of that dirt up around the edge of the gash that I was digging, so I was working my butt off trying to dig, haul dirt out with a wheelbarrow, and up the hill and back to digging. 

My neighbors howled at me. They thought I'd lost my mind. Sometimes, I wasn't too sure I hadn't. But, I had a goal. 

Finally, after over 6 months of the neighborhood's hoots and hollers', my back breaking labor I felt like I was done with this part of my project. I took my Chevy pickup and put an old tire between it and the back of the bus, locked the steering wheel of the bus into place and began to push that old bus into the side of the hill, into the gash that I had dug. I pushed it all the way to the place where it bumped up against mother earth.

I used a cutting torch and cut 4- 6 inch holes in the top of the bus a few feet apart. I welded 6 inch steel pipe to each hole and it stood up like a smokestack out of each hole. They stood 18 feet at front and tapered down to 13 feet at the back hole. They each had screens across the top end and then a coned chimney welded in place with metal straps, leaving room for the movement of air, but keeping out rainwater and varmints.

Then, I cut a 24inch hole in the center of the top of the passenger compartment of the bus and welded a 24 inch wide steel pipe to it. It stood about 15 feet high. I had put a hinged lid on the top of this pipe before I welded it in place.

Before I began throwing the dirt onto the bus, I put a 24 foot extension ladder, not extended, in the bus through the back door and stocked it with supplies; water, dry food and candles. I also took out all the seats but 4 and put blankets and folded up cots along the sides. I built a table and moved the seats around a square so that people could sit and eat or visit at the table or move to the cot and sleep. It was primitive, but it would keep me safe in a storm. Unfortunately, my neighbors never did cotton much to what I was up to and they all just wrote me off as a loon.

I started refilling the hole by filling the area under the bus first. I wanted to get the weight off the tires and suspension, so I jacked it up and filled that area underneath with dirt and took the jacks off and let the bus rest on the dirt itself. There was no gas tank; somebody had bought it from the junk dealer. I had just the shell and it would work fine.

I started pushing the dirt around the top of the hole into the area around the bus, tamping the dirt down as I went and compacting it as much as I could. Finally had the hill looking kind of like it did before, with some pipes sticking up out of it, which I painted green so they'd blend in to the hillside. I had put the extension ladder up to the top of the 24 inch pipe.  I tested it and air was flowing into and out of the bus. I had to trim a couple of the pipes as they were too long, but that was easy enough.

My project had lasted from spring to fall and I planted grass and watered it as the last thing to be done for the year on this part of the effort.           

With the new spring the hillside looked pretty much as it had, only with green pipes sticking out of it and some new grass growing. People pretty much forgot about what I had done and life went on. But, I had a storm shelter.

The weather was tolerable for the next 4 years. There were a few threats and some heavy rains and such, but no direct threats of storms. The neighborhood changed a bit, as all do. Some moved out or died and new ones moved in.

2 years after I had built the storm shelter, the most antagonistic of my neighbors, Art Burg, died. He lived 2 lots over and left his 3 acre lot with his house and tons of crap on it to his daughter and her husband. My antagonistic neighbor had been kind of a junk dealer and his lot was pretty well saturated with old piles of scrap lumber and metal that he would sell some of periodically to raise money. He continually added to it or sold off from it.

In the spring of the second year that Art's daughter and husband were living there, 4 years after I'd built my storm shelter, I was sitting out in the lovely evening and heard my neighbors fighting. I could hear breaking glass and banging like pans being thrown. I heard a woman's scream, blood curdling. Then, silence. 

I watched as the young husband, Ray, ran from the house, looking around seemingly to see if anyone was aware of him, and got in his car and raced off, spraying gravel all over my lawn, fully 200 feet away from him.

I decided I needed to go check on the girl. We hadn't spoken since they lived there. She was her father's daughter and he and I never got along, so the feud seemed to jump the generations to her, as well, though she and I never exchanged any words. But, I did hear a terrible scream and he did leave very hastily. I couldn't help but see if she was ok.

I knocked on her door and there was no answer. I peered inside the window and saw the bottom half of a person, lying still, with the top half of the body inside another room. I could not see her face, but she wasn't moving. 

"Oh, shit!" I said under my breath and I tried the door handle. It was unlocked and I announced myself and went in. She never moved. I did not know her name, so I did not know what to call her, but it didn't matter, she was out. Blood was pooling rapidly around her and I saw that she had a bad gash on the side of her neck. It was at that moment I realized she was bleeding to death right in front of me. I put pressure on her neck and stopped the bleeding for the moment. With my free hand I reached into my shirt pocket and dialed 911. I gave the operator the address and what I was doing, what had happened and she said, "I have an ambulance on the way, and do not let off pressure on that wound". 

I had never seen her up close and while I waited, I noticed that this young unconscious victim was quite pretty; she had on short-shorts and a t-shirt that came to just above her belly button and with no bra. Her shorts came to just above her pubic area so there was a lot of skin between the shirt and shorts. Her legs were splayed and I could see her yellow and sheer panties and a hint of silky blonde pubic hair jutting out the side where her leg was askew. She had blond hair and eyelashes and was quite trim and attractive, albeit somewhat ashen and messy at the moment. She was breathing and so I just waited.  The bleeding had stopped but I knew I dare not take my hand away lest it resume.

Eventually, I heard the wailing of sirens and soon the ambulance people were there and the sheriff was right behind them. The ambulance crew took over and worked on her for a while, the deputy started asking me all sorts of questions, what with all the blood I had on me. I think I was just a breath away from being wrestled to the ground and arrested. But, I managed to convince him I was a neighbor and that I'd heard her and her husband were fighting, what I'd heard and how he'd left in such a hurry after her bloodcurdling scream.

The ambulance loaded her up and off they went screaming and speeding away. I was told to go home and clean up and that my statement would be taken in a little while. They still didn't know if this was a murder scene or just what they had on their hands as of yet.

When I got out of the shower, two deputies were standing in my living room waiting. This alarmed me, but I realized they were just being cops and didn't want me to have a chance to produce any weapons or to run and so they opted to "keep me in sight".

I asked if they had heard how the girl is doing and they said that Brooke was going to make it. She had had a nasty cut on her neck and it tore into carotid artery, but that I'd saved her life, Brooke was in surgery and would probably be ok. As we were talking their walkie-talkie radios crackled and another deputy was screaming into the radio that he was in a high speed chase after a green 1979 El Camino, headed south on Highway 71 at mile marker 65. I said to the 2 deputies with me, "hey, that is what the guy was driving when he left here after Brooke's screams. An old green El Camino". 

Just then, the radio crackled again and the deputy who was chasing the guy reported that, "He rolled it". "We are at mile marker 66. Send me an ambulance and backup." Then, in about 45 seconds, "he is dead; I need a supervisor and the coroner".

One of the deputies that were with me in my house radioed to someone, "The witness at this crime scene reports that the perp left in an old green el Camino". They radioed back and forth and I heard their supervisor tell them to bring me in for thorough questioning and for them to have me to make a statement on tape. 

The deputies agreed to let me drive in on my own and I said I'd meet them in 20 minutes at their office. I waited for 4 hours. They were still doing a crime scene investigation and finally they showed up. Later I realized they had gone through my house, too. 

When the 2 hours of questioning was over, I decided to stop by the hospital and see how my neighbor was doing. I went to the nurse's desk and asked for Brooke Burg, not knowing her married name. The nurse said she was "in recovery and who are you?" I was the first visitor and nobody knew much about her, no id, nobody around to tell them anything except what the ambulance guys had on their report. I just said I was the neighbor who had reported the incident and stopped the bleeding until the ambulance got there. 

"Oh, you are all she has, then. You saved her life. I am sure she'd want you to be here for her, come this way."

"Man, this is weird" I thought. But, I followed. The nurse ushered me into the ICU room, behind the curtain and there lay this wan little creature tubes and wires and ICU things all around whirring and clicking. Brooke opened her eyes with fright. She was heavily bandaged where they'd repaired her artery and a tube sticking out of that, for drainage, I guess.  The nurse did not like that Brooke was alarmed and pushed something on her IV and out Brooke went. I was asked to leave, which I did.

I went on home and wondered what in the world has happened.

After 4 days, still no sign of any activity over there, so I decided to make another trip to the hospital and see if Brooke was doing ok. I went into her room quietly and she was looking out the window. She looked much better and turned her head to see me. When she did see me, she smiled and said she had heard I saved her life. I realized I was going to be welcome so I sat down and told her what had happened from my perspective. She cried and told me that it was just as well that he had died because he was abusing her nearly every day. I visited her every day until she was released. She had nobody else.

Ray had been so jealous of her and she never got to make any friends; and with her dad being dead she was all alone. She indicated, hinted kind of, that there was a little inheritance left from her dad and that she could sell some more of his junk and get by for a couple of years, so she wasn't in any distress over money for the moment, which I was most pleased to hear because I didn't have any extra money to be giving or lending.

After 10 days, they released her from the hospital and she asked if I would take her home. I, of course, said "I would be glad to", but she had nothing to wear and wondered, out loud, if there was some way to get some clothes to wear home. I just did not know how to respond, so I said, "hmmm". 

Brooke said, "Mr. Bill, I know we haven't really gotten to know one another, but I really don't have anyone and since you were in my house and saved my life, would you mind going back and bringing me a change of clothes?" 

"Brooke", I said, "I will do whatever I can to help. Of course I will get something for you to wear home."

So, I went back over to my neighbor's house and found her bedroom and her dresser and closet. I brought her a nice button down sleeveless, pink blouse, a pair of jeans and ankle socks with tennis shoes. I wrestled for 30 minutes over her panty drawer, trying to decide which pair she would most like. I settled on a rose colored pair with green flowers, sheer, and I found a matching bra. It was also sheer. Damn, I had to stop in the bathroom and shake off the dew. I put it all in a plastic sack and brought it to the hospital. She was delighted and put them all on, while I waited outside her curtain. The doctor came in before she was released and gave me a sheet of instructions which included medications and therapy for her full recovery. I guess I was becoming this 25 year old young woman's care giver. He discussed her care with me, telling me about diet, exercise, restrictions and when he wanted to follow up with her. 

The weather was warm, it was May. We'd had some rain storms and lightning in the past few days and it was typical for this time of year. I could see in the West a line of thunderstorms were building and it looked like it could be stormy tonight. I never did turn the radio on to hear that they were forecasting bad storms for our area tonight. We were under a storm watch, and I never knew it. And, I was the one who was so anal retentive about things like that.

I pulled my pickup in to Brooke's driveway and helped her to her door. When she opened it, she broke down crying. The mess had not been cleaned up; there was dried and caked blood, her blood, broken dishes and pans on the floor. The house was a mess. She stopped in the door way and I bumped into her, as she bent over and stepped back into my groin, weeping and sobbing.

I touched her back and she turned and put her arms around my neck and sobbed. Slowly I put my hands on her sides and then my arms around her and just held her as she soaked my shirt just above my right breast. We stood there toe to toe and my crotch to her belly button, her breasts grinding into my stomach. Then, she just feinted.

I caught her just as she went down and gently laid her out on the living room floor and shut the door. I was concerned for her neck wound and checked it. It was not bleeding. I found a hand towel in the kitchen and soaked it with cool water and dabbed her face and arms and hands with it. She revived a little and looked at me. "Mr. Bill, I don't think I can stay here alone tonight. Please, may I stay with you? I won't be any problem; I just need a day or two to adjust".

"Sure, Brooke, it's ok. We'll get you over to my house and get you settled in." I offered.

When we got to my house, the clouds were covering the sun and it was a little windy. It smelled like rain and I looked up and noticed some nasty formations brewing in the Southwest. I needed to remember to keep an eye out.

Brooke was hungry, so I fried up a couple of large hamburgers, sliced some celery, green onions, radishes, tomatoes and got a bag of Wavy Lay's out of the cupboard. I didn't have hamburger buns, but had some good 12 grain bread and we had a feast of hamburgers and veggies. I poured her a glass of milk and she giggled and drank it leaving a mustache on her upper lip. She was adorable.

Lightening cracked loud, close. We both jumped off our chairs, back into reality. I went to the door and looked out. "This is bad," I said. "We need to go to the bus."

"The bus?" What are you talking about Mr. Bill?" Brooke asked.

The wind picked up and the rain started pouring down. I could hear little drops of hail hitting the roof and knew that it would be better to get up to the bus and do it quickly.

"Let's go!" I said and grabbed her hand and we took off toward the bus. She couldn't run, because she was so weak and it was uphill. We had just gotten home from the hospital and she was in no shape to be running up hill. She cried in terror at the approaching storm and so I picked her up, and in a fireman's carry over my shoulders I ran toward that 24 inch pipe that protruded out of the ground, which I had so carefully placed there 4 years earlier. It was a downpour of rain, the wind was thrashing about and things from around the yard were swirling in the air already. I made it to the pipe, realizing that Brooke's crotch was bouncing up and down on my right shoulder and that her breasts were being raked up and down over the back of my neck and left shoulder. I also realized she was delicate with a fresh surgery and I needed to check it for bleeding, but we needed to get down in the bus, first.




The Tornado Shelter



I opened the hatch on the pipe and saw that the ladder was in place, I told her to go down that ladder and hurry. I was right on top of her; I had to be careful not to step on her hands. I got the latch shut and bolted just as I heard a roaring that sounded like a dozen freight trains all coming at once. Our ears popped and all the air seemed to suck out of the bus. It was miserable for a few moments. Brooke was still crawling down the ladder and I was yelling for her to hurry. Once at the bottom, it was pitch black. We ran into one another and my hand went out and latched onto her breast. She grabbed and caressed my stomach. I said, "I have some candles over here, to the right". Finally, I found them and the lighter and lit one then several more. It was quiet, eerily dark and we were safe.

I held a candle up to Brooke's neck and touched her cheek so I could move her head to one side while I looked at her bandage. Everything seemed ok for the moment, but the bandage was dirty. Still, the surgery site seemed to be ok. Her blue eyes were big as saucers as she took in what was around us. 

From above us, directly on the 24 inch pipe I heard a loud crash, clang and then silence. I went back up the ladder to take a look out and see what the situation was. I could not budge the lid to the steel pipe. It was jammed. Something was laying on it or had hit it and sprung the hinges, or jammed the lid down hard. We were trapped. I tried and tried to push that lid, but it wouldn't budge. I could hear nothing outside. "Is this our tomb?" I asked nobody in particular from the top of the ladder, out of Brooke's earshot.

I went down the ladder and Brooke was crying and shaking. She latched onto me and asked if we were going to be ok, and wanted to know what was happening. She was touching me with every square inch that she could touch me with. She was so afraid. I soothed her hair and stroked her cheek. I told her how I had buried this old bus 4 years earlier on a notion and how the neighbors, I did not mention her dad by name, had ridiculed me. But, here we were saved and safe in the bus. 

We had water, we had food and we could sleep and wait it out. Sooner or later someone would be by and get us out. Right. Nobody knew, or at least remembered, about the bus. Or, if they did nobody would think to look. It had been 4 years and most of the folks who knew about it had died or moved. 

It had been a long day. I was exhausted and Brooke was too. She needed to rest a little extra and so I made out two cots. I blew out all the candles but one and secured it. It was a survival type candle and would burn for many hours. I got Brooke settled and when I lay down, I was out. 

I had no idea what time it was, I woke with a start and Brooke was faintly visible to me just 2 feet away in her cot. Sometime or other she had apparently gotten warm and kicked her covers off and removed her shirt and pants. She was laying there in that sheer, rose colored bra and panties. She was so beautiful. As I lay there looking at her, I could see she was dreaming, she twitched and groaned some. I saw her hips grind once or twice and then I smelled it; female arousal. It is an unmistakable aroma, unique in all its' qualities. It is loaded with pheromones that arouse all males, old and young, firm and infirm. The chance to mate is something the female cannot hide from all males of her species. As I lay there watching her hand slid down to her groin and she touched her clitoral hood gently, ever so gently, rubbing in tight circles over her sheer panties. The smell of her arousal was increased and she was moaning and grinding with her hips against her fingertips. Soon she place both feet flat on her cot and raised her knees, spreading them and snaking her fingers inside the waistband of her panties. Her left hand went to her left breast and slipped inside her bra, I could see her pinch her hard, little nipple. I could hear the sloshing sounds as she masturbated to the unseen visions in her head. Her breathing was erratic, her moaning was increasingly demanding, her hips were humping her hand, and she uttered a word, no, two words, no, three. "Oh, Mr. Bill".

Stunned, I lay there on my side fingering an erection, which was harder than anything I'd had since I was 20. I quietly removed my jeans and anxiously reached inside my jockeys to feel the frisky and hard piece of male flesh that begins to disappoint older men all too soon in this life. I felt the zeal and joy of a young man, but I knew I was her older neighbor and she was vulnerable. I had to steal myself away from this vulnerability and keep her safe. She must not feel threatened, unsafe, trapped. I must not yield to my baser instincts. This young lady must be intact when we are rescued, there could be no other way. 

I did have a cell phone, but there was no signal underground and entombed as we were in metal and earth. We could do nothing but wait. I covered my nubile neighbor and masturbated furiously while she slept. But, I did not touch her unseemly and did not let on that I had heard her in her sleep. 

5 days later, a rescue team out searching the rubble of the Category 4 Tornado did find us and when they made some noise we could hear we put up a ruckus. We were rescued in healthy condition, somewhat worse for the wear. One of the rescuers thought the place smelled like sex. I told him the girl's virtues were intact as when we'd gone in there. Apparently she had been masturbating when I was sleeping as well.

When we finally came up out of the bus, our eyes took a good while to adjust to the light. When I could finally see, I discovered my house was gone. It just not there. The concrete slab looked like someone had even swept it off for me. The pickup was found ½ mile away totaled. State Farm settled with me and I was very happy with the way they had treated me. Brooke's house, just 300 feet from mine had virtually no damage at all. What had jammed my lid on the pipe was a piece of junk from her father's back yard, an old engine, was picked up by the storm and slammed against the pipe. The lid had to be cut off to get us out.

State Farm put me up in a motel for as long as I needed, per the policy, until I could get my living arrangements worked out again. Brooke went home and apparently got her mess all cleaned up. We went our ways for a few days, working on damage, and cleanup, all that stuff. I didn't see her at all for a week. I was in the motel and really had nothing to come back to, it was all gone. I had to decide what to do, I owned the lot, should I rebuild, or move a trailer on the property, or just move on to somewhere else? 

7 days after the storm, 17 days after her husband had beat her nearly to death, a knock came on my Motel room door. I opened it and there stood a vision of loveliness, if I ever saw one. Brooke asked why I never came back and what I was doing avoiding her. I invited her in and she hugged me like a long lost lover. I told her that I had lost everything and had nothing to come back to. I had to decide how to start over. I was trying to hide my erection from her, even as she pressed her belly into it and rubbed it gently with her body swaying.

"You will come and live with me." She said with firmness and conviction. "You saved my life and you rescued me from a tornado. You kept me safe and you are an honorable and wonderful man, I will not abide you living in a motel, homeless when I have a roof and can help. Get your things. We are going."

That was yesterday, and this is today. Today is June 2. I slept in Brooke's house last night and this morning I am laying here with the door slightly ajar. I saw her slip into the only bathroom that the house has in just her panties, nothing else. Her B cup breasts jiggling. You know, I think she meant for me to see that. Now, I hear the shower. I quietly get out of bed and see the bathroom door is open 6 inches. I can see her form in the mirror in the shower. YIKES.

I guess I just need to close it and make sure I don't alarm her any.

I hear the shower shut off and I quickly run back to my bed and lay there. Brooke comes out of the bathroom and I see her looking into my room. She has but a towel around her, her legs totally exposed and I can see, through the slit in my eyes, that her pudenda are visible. She says, "Mr. Bill, are you awake"

"Yes, Brooke, I am. Good morning." I answer.

"Can I come in?" she asks.

"Sure, sweetie, please." I reply.

"Mr. Bill, am I unattractive?" Brooke asks haltingly.

"Oh, Brooke, you are a dream. I think you are the prettiest woman I've ever met. Why?" I ask.

"Because I've tried every way I know to get you to make love to me, and you reject me every time. I let you think I'd kicked my covers off in the bus and that I was asleep. I touched myself for you I tried so hard to get you to take me, Mr. Bill. Then I watched while you masturbated when you thought I was asleep. When you were asleep, you snore, I touched you, Mr. Bill. You have such a handsome penis. I've never seen one like yours. Then you left after we were rescued and I didn't know where you'd gone. I was so upset and worried that you were offended with me. This morning I left the door open to the bathroom and you just got up and shut it. Is something wrong with me? How can I reach you, Mr. Bill? I want you to make love to me Mr. Bill. Will you?"

"Brooke, sweetie, I was 37 years old when you were born. I am way more than twice your age. I never gave it a thought that you would find me desirable. I am an old man, way past my prime and nowhere near the fun a young guy would be. You've had some tough times of late. You lost your dad, you lost your husband after he mistreated you so bad and then you had major surgery. What you do not need is a horny old goat rutting around in your life and making things complicated. I felt like I needed to provide safety and honor for you, not molest you. I admit you have provided fantasy for me. I could only wish I could get my chance at you, but eventually, I am going to go soft and not be able to keep up. It wouldn't be fair to you. You deserve better", I whisper. "Brooke, make a good choice for yourself, please. You do tempt me, but it isn't fair to me that you do. It isn't fair for you, either. You are looking at more heartache here. Decide well honey." I say.

"Mr. Bill, I am so confused. Please make love to me." Brooke pulls my covers back and crawls into bed with me, dropping her towel. She runs her hand down my chest, to my Jockeys and into the waistband. She lifts her leg up over my legs and her naked body begins to hump on my thigh while she pulls on my very hard and erect penis. I can feel her wetness on my leg and she moans as she gives herself a small orgasm. At that, I come instantly in her hand and squirt up my body to my neck, right where her face is. My ejaculation strikes her in the eye and on her nose and cheek. She pumps again and I shoot another rope of juice and hit her chin. She continues to hump my leg with her vagina and pushes so hard, I wonder if it hurts her. This is one horny girl.

I ask Brooke, "Do you trust me then, Brooke? Do you believe I will not hurt you? Do you trust me completely?"

"Yes, Mr. Bill. I trust you completely. You absolutely have proved that I can trust you and I do." Brooke says.

"There is some rope, Brooke, out in the garage. Go get it. Clean yourself off and bring the rope here, honey" I say.

She pads out of my room and I ask her to put on a pot of coffee on her way through the house to the garage. In a few minutes I smell brewing coffee and she brings in some cotton rope from the garage.

I ask her again, "Brooke, do you trust me completely?"

"Yes, completely" she answers.

"Lay down here honey. Spread your arms and legs, I am going to tie them to the four posts of the bed." I say

Hesitating, but not too long, she does just that. I tie her hands to the bed then her feet. She lies naked, open and helpless before me. I leave the room.

"Mr. Bill, where are you going?" "Mr. Bill, what are you doing?" "Mr. Bill..."

In a few minutes I return with a steaming cup of coffee and a full glass of ice water. She watches me intently, questioning me with her eyes. I see a little moisture in her slit, just a hint. Did I notice her hips move slightly?

I set the cup and the glass on the dresser. Then I sit on the bed beside this absolutely consumable and beautiful young woman. Brooke, I am going to ask you one more time. "Do you believe I would never hurt you? Do you believe I care for you? Do you trust me? Absolutely? Brooke, you can get out of this now, it is not too late, but in a moment it will be too late, what is your desire?"

"I trust you, I want you. I desire you. Please take me, I am yours Mr. Bill." Brooke states.

I rise from the bed, retrieve a chair from the kitchen and sit it at the foot of the bed, not touching Brooke. I take the coffee and drink it. I swish it around in my mouth; I take another gulp and swish it around my mouth. Suddenly I lunge from the chair and latch onto her vagina sucking and licking with my overheated lips and tongue from the coffee. She instantly begins to orgasm. She spasms, pulls on the ropes with her arms and legs, she cries out, "OH" and I lick and suck and rake my rough tongue over her engorged clitoris. For over a minute I continue, she never stops orgasming, twitching and moaning and writhing.

Suddenly I pull off. I do not touch her. She is begging with her eyes, wondering what I am doing. Begging for" more", for" more"," please, more".

I take the ice water and take a sip. It hurts my teeth, but slowly I swish icy water around in my mouth. I take an ice cube and chew it, swishing it. I am sitting on the chair at the foot of the bed, looking at her; she is silently looking right into my eyes, wondering. I stare at her pussy, its' engorged lips protrude beyond their normal camel toe depth and the totally erect clitoris is huge, begging for attention silently. I sip more ice water and then I suddenly lunge at her vagina sucking and licking. She screams, "It is too much, I can't take it, please, too much."

I back off immediately. She is sucking in air and trying to talk..."Please it is too cold, it is too cold, please, no more."

"Fine" I say.

I leave the room and pour out the water and the coffee. Then I refill the coffee and drink much of that cup while still in the kitchen. I return to the bedroom and lunge again at her pussy with sucking and licking and she immediately climaxes, and does not stop. 

After a minute of that, I cut her ropes, get on the bed and thrust my steel hard, diamond cutting cock into her in one motion. She never stops climaxing and I quickly and rapidly impale her while her arms encircle my neck and her legs wrap around my torso. It isn't long and I join her in climax, injecting my seed deep within her. My second for the day? Good grief, how long has that been?

After a few minutes, I soften and I roll off my precious neighbor and we lie here in one another's arms panting and not able to speak. What would we say, anyhow?

-Pultoy



The Tornado



Leah's brow furrowed more. There was more lightning.

Noticing Leah's reaction, Tess admitted, "It was a very small bikini. I don't know why I chose to wear it. My nipples were barely covered. And I was drinking a lot, gosh, I don't even know how much I drank. Those young boys just kept handing me drinks. And before I know it its evening, and I found myself inside talking to these three boys who said they knew Leah from high school. They were very friendly, and they were standing near me, in the kitchen. One of them said he liked my swimsuit, and asked if I had any more swimsuits like that. I'm not used to people paying a lot of attention to me these days, and it felt goo-"

A ferocious lightning strike interrupted her. The storm seemed like it was about to envelop them. The sky was almost totally dark in front of them, despite it being 2 pm. Lightning struck down frequently, and it was hard to tell what thunder came from what lightning strike. This was going to be a massive storm, they all knew.

"And I know I shouldn't have, but I told them I did have some bikinis that I could show them, up in my room. So I took these three boys upstairs and -"

"It was the Daniels boys!" Leah interjected. She had to speak loudly over the sound of the gathering storm.

"Mom! You took the Daniels boys to your bedroom!" 

"I was drunk. I didn't know who they were. I just liked the attention they were giving me. Anyways, I went to my closet and grabbed a bikini that I wanted to show them. It was one that I've never had the courage to wear before. I was just feeling so good, and so glad that three muscle bound young men wanted to see me model for them."

The clouds in front of them began to differentiate somewhat. There was an initial layer of black clouds, which was roiling with activity, and shooting out lightning. But beyond that, the sky took on an eerie green color, which despite its lighter tones, seemed completely unnatural, and no less threatening than the thunderclouds. They could tell that the clouds were filled with rain, but it was not yet raining. Winds were buffeting the car from side to side on the road.

Tess had paused. She was scared about the storm, but more scared about telling her son she had fucked three boys in her marital bed. Apparently, these Daniels boys had a bit of a reputation, even her young son knew of them. She decided now or never. She was almost shouting over the sound of the ripping winds.

"I fucked them!" She nearly screamed. At that moment, a torrent of rain poured over them, spattering violently on the surface of the car.

Tom had gathered that that was what happened. But hearing his mother say it, and say the word "fuck" really surprised him. His mind flashed back to the image of his mother's bare breasts and pussy on the edge of the water. It seemed like days ago. It was so sunny, still and serene as they stood indulging in each other's erotic nakedness. Now he was hearing his mother tell him she had been fucked by three brothers, in her own bed, and the sky was the exact opposite from what it was 3 hours earlier. He found himself clenching his fists. His cock was rock hard.

Against the angry silence of her children, and the angry wind and rain outside, Tess yelled, "I didn't know what I was doing! I was drunk! I was horny! They touched my breasts and my pussy! And the way they grabbed me felt good! And one of them starting fucking my pussy which hasn't been fucked in months! It just felt, so, good!"

By this time, she was sobbing, as was Leah. Overhead, the storm had turned dangerous. 70 mile per hour winds whipped the car to and fro. Rain pelted the window so hard that the wipers couldn't clear it away fast enough.

Then all of the sudden the rain stopped. It brightened slightly, a weird, green light. Unsure what was happening, inside or outside the car, Tess skidded to a stop. 

The three stepped out of the car and looked around. They were on a county highway, but they were alone. Farmland stretched as far as they could see.

Each of the three family members was breathing hard, scared, and also turned on. They were filled with both unresolved feelings about Tess's recent disclosure, as well as apprehension about the storm. 

The tense silence was pierced by Leah's shriek. She screamed and pointed. But as she did a furious blast of wind whipped over them, stealing the sound from her throat. To the southwest a funnel cloud tore downwards from the sky. It skimmed along the ground, clearly wreaking havoc on the ground it touched. It was wide, and it looked like it was heading towards them.

Adrenalin shot threw Tom's veins. He grabbed his mom, and pushed her towards the back seat. He jumped into the drivers seat and turned the car around, headed back eastwards. Rocketing down the road at 70 miles per hour, he kept an eye on the tornado behind them. It seemed as if they were losing ground and the tornado was chasing them specifically.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a house. He slammed the breaks and jerked the wheel to the left. Pulling up to the farmhouse, he scanned for a storm cellar and found it. 

The three of them jumped out of the car and raced to the cellar. They tried to open it, but it was bolted from the inside. Tom hoped that meant that somebody was inside. He pounded on the door with all his might and yelled, hoping to distinguish the racket he was causing from the racket caused by the storm. Mercifully, the door unbolted. Tom grasped the door to pull it open but it was caught by the wind, and it flew open. As it swung outward, the door caught Tess on the temple and her world went black.

___

Tess came to and blinked away the fuzziness from her vision. She was in a well-kempt room with no windows. Its sturdy stone cellar walls were neatly whitewashed. She was on a comfortable couch, with a feather pillow. Feeling tired, she rolled over and fell back asleep.

___

Tess woke up to the sounds of shouting. 

"You stay away from her, you bastard." Tom shouted, but his voice was hoarse, and the helplessness in his voice was obvious.

"I ain't gonna do nothing ain't gonna make her feel good, now. Don't you worry." The voice was not one that Tess recognized. It was deep and confident, and its speaker spoke slowly.

Tess blinked and sat up. She realized she was constrained. Her wrists were tied with rope, but whoever had tied her had lined the loops of rope around her wrists with, could it be velvet? Yes, she thought. She was tied with velvet lined rope. As she adjusted her position, a rush of pain jolted to her head. She remembered the storm cellar, the struggle to open the door, and vaguely, the jarring sensation of the door making contact with the side of her head. She reached to feel her temple. It was tender, but the skin was not broken. 

Then Tess looked up and focused on the room. She saw a carpet, a man in a rocking chair, her son, tied in similar velvet-lined loops of rope, sitting on a couch on the right side of the room. On the left side of the room, her daughter was in the same position. Although, her daughter's ankles were also tied, and Leah wasn't wearing any clothes. Tess saw the clothes piled, in strips on the ground next to her daughter's couch.

"Well looky here. Looks like mom's all recovered from her little knock on the head. Ain't that right mom?"

Tess focused on the figure in the rocking chair. He wore a red flannel shirt and blue jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms and obvious muscle. In his right hand he held a stick with a feather at its end. 

"I guess you folks had some trouble with that twister. That right, mom?" 

Tess didn't reply. She was trying to get her bearings. It was difficult what with the pounding headache.

"Don't believe I have ever, in my whole time on this earth, seen a twister quite so bad. I reckon I'm lucky it didn't bear right down over this house. Twister like that, could take the whole house right along with it, I reckon."

Tess observed more closely. The man was in his middle ages. He spoke with an exaggerated accent. But it wasn't any accent she recognized. He clearly was some kind of freak hick asshole, having tied them up and taken Leah's clothes off. But he also took care to put velvet, of all things, on their constraints. 

As Tess gave him the once over, she realized how the bastard had been entertaining himself. He twitched the feather in his hand, and is landed deftly on Leah's right nipple. He slowly swirled it over her breast, her cheek, her ear, her other breasts, down her ribcage, up over her breasts, with special attention to her nipples, and against her neck. Leah was sitting on her couch, in a seemingly comfortable position. Her arms were constrained, but she had just enough give to hold them by her sides. 

It appeared as if Leah was no longer struggling. She was resigned to the pervert's feather as it traced over her nubile curves.

"Leave my daughter alone, you bastard," spat Tess. 

"Oh, she won't be harmed. Your young son there, he's been singing the same song, but it don't do much good."

He twitched the feather again. It moved over her lips, which were slightly parted. It passed over her closed eyelids, and then again down over her body, her neck, her shoulders, up and over the curve of her breasts, her ribcage, stomach, and then further down, just below her belly button, where he dallied, swiping from side to side, stopping at her hip bone and the tracing slowly to the other side of her hip bone. 

Tess tried again. "Leave her alone. This is rape. You'll be thrown in prison, you asshole!"

"I ain't rapin' nobody. Plus, I ain't ever heard no rape victim with nipples hard as diamonds, and a pussy just bout weepin' with sweet honey. No, I don't reckon this here feather a mine's raping your daughter. Though, way she been reacting lately, I'm not so sure she'd be complaining should someone offer'n rape her just now. Reckon she just might enjoy that sorta thing."

"He's been at it with that damn feather for hours," said Tom, from his couch. He sounded resigned.

"Young man over there, well, he yelled and screamed for a while. And young lady here, she struggled herself some too. But sooner'n later, they calmed down, and unless I'm just imaginin' things, well, I swear, both'n yer here children just about turned on as can be."

It was true. Tess could see that her daughter's pussy lips had bloomed and it was obvious that there was glistening fluids at the entrance to her daughter's young pussy. Her son, meanwhile, was sporting a massive hardon through his shorts.

"Matter of fact, this one here," he paused to wiggle the feather in Leah's navel, "well, she was just about moanin' before you done woke up. And your son, well, he'd given up hollerin' at me and was just enjoyin' the show, before you woke up too. He tried yellin' just now, put on a little show for you, be a noble son and whatnot."

He lowered the feather. It traced down past Leah's pussy and fluttered alternatively against her inner thighs. Then, slowly, he twitched it against her pussy lips, and over her clit. 

Unable to control herself, Leah shuddered, and released a weak little moan. Out of shame, she kept her eyes shut, unwilling to meet the gaze of her mother or brother.

As her shudder subsided, a single trail of liquid seeped from her pussy and traveled down her left leg as she orgasmed from nothing more than the persistent touch of a feather.

"Well, that sure was exciting, wudn't it? Had yerself a lil' orgasm in front of yer mother and yer brother here."

The man stood up. He was an imposing figure, clearly over six feet and built like a rock. He wore tan workboots, which fell with authority on the cellar floor with each step he took. He walked toward Tess, and took her chin in his hand. His hand was massive. It felt calloused and rough against her well-preserved skin. Tilting her chin to the side, he examined her wound.

"Nothin' too bad, I don't reckon. May wanna keep on the lookout, though, should any more doors come flying yer way." He chuckled. It was an ominous sound, though.

"Tell me what you think about yer daughter's performance over here. Orgasming from nothin' more'n the touch of a feather? Why, she must be some kind a randy girl. Maybe a bit of a slut with the young fellers, is she?"

Tess spat at the man's face. He wiped it away and took a step back. He walked to the end of the rope that held her right hand. It was fastened to a loop on the end of the couch. He pulled it taut, forcing Tess's arm away from her body. Then he did the same with her other arm.

Slowly, the man walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a huge garden shears. Tess gasped and her heart raced with danger. She screamed. Oddly, though, neither her son or daughter, who looked on, looked too concerned.

"Now hush up, won't you? They can tell ya I'm in no kinda mood to go mess up such a pretty body as yours."

With that he put the metal to the side of her shorts. The metal felt cold and hard against her skin. It wasn't easy, but eventually he cut away the fabric of her shorts and underpants. Her clothes lay tattered on the floor and her bare pussy was exposed to the occupants of the room.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised with your shaved pussy. You must be the one who taught young lady over here how ta tend the bushes down there, eh?"

He took a finger and pressed it in to her vagina. She was embarrassed at her wetness. He soon withdrew his finger and traced it up her pussy lips to her clit, which he rubbed for a moment. Tess's nipples poked through her shirt. She was mortified that this kidnapper-asshole-freak had turned her on sexually, and in front of her children!

"Please let us go. Do you want to fuck me? If I let you fuck me, can you let us go?" Tess pleased. From across the room, Leah noticed Tom's dick jump against the fabric of his shorts.

"No, mom. That's not what I want. You see, I can't fuck you." He said it through gritted teeth. For the first time, emotion came through in his voice. He paused and seemed to regain his composure.

"You see, I am what some people call a hard ass. Never lost a fistfight. Could pound most men to bits. I'm that way cuz I was in the United States Army. Felt like my country might have a need for someone like myself, so I joined up. Was in for fourteen years. Had a command post in Iraq, Fallujah to be exact. And whilst there, my pretty little mom, I took to leadin' a tour to ferret out some faggot towelhead terrorists, when one of them IUD's exploded. Took my nuts clean off. One moment I had a big swinging dick, with nuts so full they'd a filled you right up, and don't think I wouldn't a done it." He paused. Tess saw his face soften. "And the next minute I'm a goddamned eunuch."

Nobody said a thing. The family was relieved. Nobody would be raped, at least. 

"So here you are, kidnapped and tied up by a hardass army man, who also happens to be a eunuch. Bet that ain't ever happened to ya." He paused, and then started pacing slowly to the other side of the room. He stopped at Leah and took a nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed. Then he let go.

"So I bet yer wonderin' what comes next. What's a hard-ass eunuch want with some pretty little city folks, like you all." He paused again, and grabbed his feather stick. He ran it slowly over Tess's body. Even through all the tension, and perhaps because of it, the feeling was exquisite.

"I gave my balls for this country. Two of 'em. And now you folks, who ain't ever gonna see a shithole terrorist haven like Fallujah, well, you're gonna give me something in exchange for my balls. Each of you owe me one task for each of my balls that I lost. Got that? There's three of you all, and I lost two balls. So, I reckon that's six tasks you all are gonna do before I let you all outta this here cellar."

All three family members breathed another sigh of relief. He was going to let them go! But after that they thought about the six tasks. What sick shit would he make them do?

"You all just about ready? Because I got your six tasks in mind."

Apparently the man was waiting for their response.

Leah piped up first. "Lets just get it over with." She said it more to her mom and brother than to the man. She knew they were in for a crazy experience, and since she was the one who gave her mom so much grief for her infidelity, she felt she needed to make it clear that she was ready to do what was necessary to get out of this jam. Both Tess and Tom also nodded their agreement.

"Good. Well, I tell ya what. Since you all are such good sports, I'll go easy on you with the first one. Mom, I want you to come over here and give your young daughter here a kiss."

The man went over to Tess and started to untie her bonds. "Now I'm gonna untie you now, because I want you to be able to kiss your daughter proper, but I don't want you to make me do anything unpleasant." As he said it he nodded over at the garden shears. It wasn't necessary. Tess was certain that she had no chance physically to escape from this man. She hoped that Tom wouldn't try anything either. It was better to just do what he wanted and hope he let them go.

Released, Tess moved over to her daughter. She wasn't sure what to do. It was hard to even make eye contact with her daughter. So she went over and sat next to her. She stroked Leah's hair. But Leah sat still. Tess wasn't sure if Leah was still mad about her behavior at the party last weekend or what. She leaned to her daughter's ear and whispered, "Baby, I'm sorry, just let mommy give you a kiss."

She felt her daughter's resistance falter. Almost instinctively, Tess put her hand on Leah's waist, pulling her in to her lips. Leah tensed up again. It was clear to Tess that Leah was just uncomfortable kissing a woman, and the fact that that woman was her mom just made it worse. Tess had had a few lesbian experiences during her wild youthful days, but she was pretty sure the experience would be new for Leah.

Tess moved her lips towards Leah's and pressed them against her daughter's lips. She held them there, letting her daughter adjust to having her lips pressed against another woman's. Slowly, Tess opened her lips around her daughter's upper lip. She let her tongue slip slowly between them, wetting her daughter's lips. She felt her daughter recoil at the slippery sensation of her mother's tongue sliding ever so slightly into her mouth. Leah turned her head to the side, away from her mother.

"Well that sure as shit ain't gonna get the job done, is it? If I went into Iraq with that kinda effort, I'd a gotten more'n my balls blown off. You all better get goin', cuz I don't have much patience for this kinda bullshit. That I can tell ya fer sure."

Leah turned her head back towards her mother with disgust. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. As her mother tried to kiss her, Leah basically tried to fend her mother's tongue off with her own. While Tess tried her best to simulate a deep romantic, french kiss, Leah did everything she could to avoid it. 

After about a minute of the awkward kissing, the man told them to stop. "That sure as shit don't cut it. Nobody pays off their debt on account of my balls fer that bullshit. I hope you, little lady, fix yer attitude up, cuz at this rate, yer gonna rot down in this here cellar."

"Mom, go kiss yer son."

Tess was feeling a little desperate. If Leah wasn't gonna cooperate, it was likely that the man wouldn't let them out of the cellar. 

Tess went over to her son and instead of sitting next to him, she straddled his legs. Her naked pussy pressed againt his throbbing crotch as she leaned in and started to kiss. Getting her son's cooperation was no problem. He eagerly leaned back into his mother and their tongues playfully dueled. Tess could feel her son's lust and she could feel that he was not pretending for the sake of the man. He was really enjoying kissing her. He was even making barely audible little grunts from the back of his throat as they made out.




The Tornado



Leah lost track of time, as she lost herself in the kiss. Then she felt her son's hand creep up and grasp her breast. She wasn't sure if the man could see, but she thought it was a bad idea to show the man that Tom was enjoying it. It might make him think of even crazier tasks. So although she wanted to feel her son's strong hand on her breast, she pushed him away and broke off the kiss. As Tess stood up she felt the cold stare of her daughter's hatred. Tess couldn't even look her in the eye.

The man clapped slowly. "Now that's what I'm talking bout. You two was going at it like a prom date in a limousine. Real nice effort with that, there, son. I didn't know better, might a thought you was enjoyin' yerself. Now, I am proud to say that that performance right there earns you all one of my balls. Juts five more left, and you've earned yer freedom."

The man noted the tension between mother and daughter. He looked at Leah and said, "That kinda attitude sure ain't gonna work out fer you down here, missy. Yer mom just did a good piece a work toward savin' yer pretty lil' hide. Least you could do is not stare at 'er like she some kinda evil bitch." He paused. "Least ways, yer gonna be doin' much more'n that 'fore you get yerself up and outta here."

"Matter a fact, the next task is for you. And I picked out somethin' special fer ya. Gonna make sure you do it right, cuz if ya don't, well there's an easy way to tell."

The man disappeared around the corner. Before he came back, Tess and Tom looked pleadingly at Leah. They both knew she could be stubborn, but they hoped against hope that she would play along with this man's perverted games. The man came back quickly, holding a stopwatch.

"Little lady, you'd better get yerself limbered up cuz I'm raisin' the stakes here. Your task is to give yer brother here a blowjob. But there's a twist. If this here stopwatch goes off before he's cum in yer mouth and you've swallowed each and every bit of his seed, well, then you won't have earned yer ball fer this task. And if that happens, I'm gonna take that ball directly from yer brother." As he said that, he nodded at the garden shears. His meaning was not lost on anyone in the room.

"Please Leah, do what the man says," pleaded Tess.

The man undid Leah's restraints. "Clock's runnin' ladies. Six minutes."

Leah was done being petulant. She moved quickly over to Tom. First, she kissed him and whispered in his ear, "I don't mind this task one bit." That statement was the best thing Leah could have done. For one thing, it turned on Tom to know that his sister was pleased to suck his cock. More importantly, though, it allowed Tom to relax, without fear that he was somehow abusing his innocent sister.

Leah expertly fished Tom's cock out of his shorts. It was big, and it was already rock hard. Leah thought to herself that with a cock this turned on, six minutes was time to make him cum twice. She wondered if he'd orgasmed at all while he was alone up in the woods. Part of her reasoned that it was impossible for a guy to go that long without cumming. But another part of her thought that maybe Tom was the kind of guy that wouldn't want to jerk off alone in the woods. It crossed her mind that he might have quite a substantial load of cum waiting for her.

She pulled his shorts off and licked up and down his cock. As she grasped his rod, she kissed and sucked on the head of his cock. There wasn't any precum, but she knew that some men didn't produce any, so she wasn't discouraged. She started stroking up and down with her hand while she engulfed his cockhead with her mouth. She loved the soft feeling of the skin of his penis, and the hardness underneath the skin. 

Tom loved seeing the top of his sister's head as she gave her full erotic attention to making him cum. He had always looked at her as a paragon of innocent beauty. Her small mouth, with its slight overbite was exactly the kind of thing that most men dreamed of having suck on their cock. He loved how her blond hair draped over his lap, so it was known only to him what secret maneuvers she was deploying on his cock. 

Of course, the man and Tess could see that Leah was working hard, to both of their delights. Her neck and back muscles tensed rhythmically as she moved up and down with coordinated sucking and lapping at her brother's dick. It made Tess's pussy even more wet to see the spectacle. She felt dirty but she realized that it was nice to see her daughter, who had given her such a hard time after finding her fucking three guys at a party, acting like a little slut herself. Tess was tempted to touch herself, but she resisted. The man was enjoying his show, and she didn't want to do anything to disturb what could be a volatile situation.

Leah was getting into the blowjob, and was really enjoying sucking and slurping, but she started to worry that he might not cum in time. She reached down and felt for his balls. They were the biggest, heaviest balls she had ever felt! She realized that with such heavy balls, and taking longer than she thought he would to cum, she might be in for a heck of a load of cum. 

Just then, he brother's dick began that familiar spasm. She felt the cum begin to rise, and it felt like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her hand, which was wrapped around the base of his cock, felt like it was ahold of a fire hose, as the force of the liquid rushed through his pipe. The first spasm sprayed a big load of salty brine into the back of her throat. 

Leah heard her brother moan, and it made her feel good that she had caused him so much pleasure. But she was also focused on the part of her task that involved swallowing all of his cum. She gulped. The heavy cream nearly made her gag as she swallowed, but she suppressed the urge. But despite having swallowed, her mouth was quickly filling up with spunk. Again, she swallowed quickly, wondering if his spurts would ever end. It still hadn't. It took her two more big gulps until her brother was finally spent. As she lapped up the final dribbles of sperm, she swelled with pride. She was proud of her brother's big cock, and his huge capacity to produce sperm, and she was proud that she had been able to make him come and to swallow it all. But before she removed her mouth from his cock, she went back to her sullen demeanor. She didn't want the man to know that she enjoyed herself performing one of his tasks.

With a loud final slurping sound, Leah took the cock from her mouth and stood up and walked back to her couch. She walked with attitude, swaying her naked hips and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She hoped the man couldn't tell how wet she was between her legs.

"Well done, little lady. I like the new attitude. How'd he taste?"

"He tasted great. Like strawberries and cream," Leah said, and she stuck her tongue out at the man.

"Well, you succeeded in your task. I don't see a drop of cum, I'm pretty damn sure that young man came in your pretty little mouth, and my clock says you have about a minute to spare."

"I'm an overachiever," Leah said.

"That's great to hear. Because you all have four more balls to earn. And yer second task is next. Since yer so damned good with yer mouth, I want you to give yer old mom there a ride on yer face. It'll be a good way fer ya to apologize fer refusin' ta kiss her proper earlier on."

Both Leah and Tess stiffened. Tess wished that the man had asked anything else. She would gladly lick her darling daughter's pussy, but she didn't want her daughter to have to lick her. Tess didn't want her daughter to see how turned on she was from watching her son get blown. Plus, she didn't know if Leah could deal with sucking on a woman's cunt for what she assumed would be the first time.

The man could sense the hesitation. "Now, it's a little bit difficult to verify whether or not you make yer mother cum. So I guess I'll just have to judge based on effort. Once again, for motivation, I'll remind you that one of yer brother's recently emptied balls is on the line."

Leah was starting to panic a little. She was grossed out at the idea of licking pussy, especially her mom's pussy. She didn't know if she could convincingly lick her mother to orgasm.

"I'm waiting."

Leah moved to her mother's couch. Like with her brother, she moved first to her mother's ear, and whispered, "you're prolly gonna like this, aren't you slut?"

Tess gasped, and her heart sank. The worst part is that her daughter was right! She was going to enjoy the feel of her little tongue snaking through her pussy lips. She was a slut! The realization made her care less about what her daughter thought about her. So what if she enjoyed sex? Was it her fault that she was in a loveless, and largely sexless, marriage? Suddenly, Tess lost patience with her daughter's moral bullying. Tess was glad that the little prude was going to have to lick her hot cunt! After all, Tess had just watched Leah suck her brother's cock, and it didn't look like it was the first time she'd gone down on a guy. 

Tess grabbed her daughter and pulled her close. She whispered back, "Damn right, you little slut. Now lick mom's pussy clean, just like you sucked your little brother."

Leah had never been talked to like that, but it stirred something inside of her. She liked it that her mom called her a slut! All of the sudden, her mom's pussy wasn't a gross task that she had to pretend to lick. Instead, she looked at is as a challenge. Why couldn't she make her slut mother have an orgasm? She'd had her own pussy licked by several boys, and they never seemed to mind the taste. Why should she? Plus, she was a woman herself, and knew exactly what parts of a pussy to lick and suck to make a woman get off. She resolved to give her mother the best orgasm that her slut pussy had ever experienced.

Newly devoted to her task, Leah kissed her mom fiercely, swirling her tongue through her mother's lips, before sliding down and sucking briefly on each of her mother's hard nipples. It dawned on her that she had done this before, but under much different circumstances. She kissed little butterfly kisses trailing down her mother's abdomen. 

The smell of her mother's arousal greeted her, but it didn't turn her off. She liked it. Leah started by sucking on her mother's clit. She created low pressure in her mouth, applying suction to her mom's clit, and meanwhile she delicately tongued the sensitive nub. She knew she was being a little rough with her mother but she didn't care. Her mom was probably so turned on that she was ready for any amount of sucking and licking on her clit. 

Leah was right. Tess was completely surprised by the energy with which her daughter attended to her cunt. First she had sucked her clit, evoking involuntary moans of pleasure. And now she had flattened her tough and was licking up and down over the upper regions of Tess's pussy, and her clit. Then, completely taking Tess by surprise, Leah dipped her tongue deep into Tess's vaginal canal. the sweet taste of her mother's arousal was richest there, in the depths of her pussy. But it didn't matter to Leah. She was fully given over to the task of orally pleasuring her mother. She lost herself, moving her tongue and lips everywhere, seeking the greatest erotic effect on her mother's cunt. 

Her efforts were not wasted. In no time, Tess loudly proclaimed that she was coming. Although the man initially suspected that the two women may try to fake an orgasm, there was no doubt as to the authenticity of Tess's orgasm. The man made eye contact with Tom, and they both shrugged with surprise at the vigor of the mother-daughter lovemaking. 

After her initial orgasm, Tess started to talk. "Oh you little slut, lick mommy's pussy!" yelled Tess, before shrieking with pleasure.

"That's it, baby, suck my clit! Now stick your tongue in my pussy!" Tess put both hands on the back of her daughter's head and ground her pussy against her daughter's willing mouth. "Lick me baby! That's it, lick out your mommy's cunt!"

Leah heard her mom's instructions and followed each of them. She was quickly becoming a grade A pussylicker. But she knew that enjoying one's work is the key to success, and this was work she was clearly enjoying. It struck a perverted chord with her to know she was licking her mom's slutty vagina, a vagina that the weekend before had been vigorously pounded by three of the most notorious frat boys in the area. 

Tess lost track of the number of times she came. But after nearly half an hour, after tonguing her mother to another in a string of orgasms, Leah raised her head up from her mom's quim, kissed her mom lovingly on her mouth, and stood to face the man and her brother. Her face was shiny with pussy juice, which was spread from cheek to cheek and down over her cute little chin. And her nipples were rock hard with arousal. 

She sashayed back to her couch, her pretty ass swinging from side to side. As she sat down, she brought her knees up and spread her enflamed pussy directly towards both her brother and the man. 

"Did I earn one of yer little balls with that, mister?" she asked, mocking the man's exaggerated hick accent. 

The man chuckled. "Honey, you sure did. I don't believe I have EVER seen a girl suck pussy like the show you just put on. And to think ya couldn't earn one of them balls for just kissin' yer dear sweet mother."

"So what's next?" asked Leah, all of the sudden a rather willing participant in the man's perverted schemes.

"Lookin' to me like that lil' cunt a yers might could use a good fuckin'"

"Well, I know you ain't gonna be fuckin' me, so I assume its up to my brother, then."

Without hearing any response, Leah locked eyes with her brother and approached. She straddled his naked legs with her own and guided his cockhead to the entrance to her pussy. She was extremely turned on, and very wet, but she still had to lower herself slowly on to her brother's penis. As her tight lips wrapped around his cockhead, she stared deep into her brother's eyes, and kissed him gently on the lips. In a throaty voice, she said, "fuck me, Tom. Fuck my sweet pussy."

In no time she had bottomed out on his cock. But she sensed something was wrong. A look of frustration flashed over Tom's face, and then resignation. Then she felt his cock jerk as he prematurely ejaculated his seed in her tight pussy. After seven weeks, his first orgasm took some coaxing, but his second orgasm came too easily. The sensation of his sister's wonderful cunt enveloping him was too much to bear, and he lost control, coming deep into her depths. 

"Its ok brother. I understand you haven't had much in the way of pussy up in the woods." She kissed him lovingly on the lips.

She lifted her cunt off of her brother's cock and lay next to him on the couch. She then felt a sensation on her pussy. Tess was positioned between her daughter's legs, ready to suck her son's seed from her daughter's pussy. To Tess, her daughter's quim tasted wonderful. She produced copious amounts of sweet juice, which balanced the saltiness of her son's discharge. Tess couldn't get enough of her daughter's lovely sex.

Meanwhile, Leah urged her on.

"Suck me mom. Lick my pussy hole. Lick Tom's cum out of me and swallow it slut."

It was Tess's pleasure to obey her daughter's commands. Hearing her usually composed daughter lose herself to sexual frenzy was extremely hot for Tess. Her tongue twisted and twirled and sucked and licked every which way, driving her daughter to an explosive orgasm.

"Aahhhh, that's soooo good!" Leah shrieked as her pussy spasmed on her mom's face.

Tess continued nibbling at her daughter's quim, but with less energy after her daughter's big cum. Meanwhile, the man announced the last task to be completed. 

"Mom, I want you to stay there. I'm sure yer daughter won't mind you continuing to pleasure her little cooch."

"Son, I'm gonna untie you, and I want you to give it good to yer mom, while she eats out yer sis!"

Tom positioned himself at his mother's cunt, and drove his dick slowly into her entrance. He felt her walls contract against his cock as he pressed himself home. Soon enough the three family members established a nice rhythm. Tom pounded into his mother's pussy from behind, which drove Tess's tongue into her daughter's hole. Leah just looked on, enjoying the amazing sensation of watching her mother getting fucked while her mother pleasured her with her mouth.

As Leah looked on, she realized that part of the reason she was so mad at her mom for fucking three random guys was that it turned her on. Perhaps deep inside she was jealous that her mom could let loose and be a slut, and that she could be a slut without Leah being a part of it.

Just then the family heard a pounding on the cellar door, which was still bolted shut. The man went to the door, unbolted it and stepped outside. 

The man realized he had been caught. It was a police officer. Perhaps his captives had somehow sent a message with a hidden cell phone. He prepared himself for his punishment.

"Just checking to make sure you was ok, Mr. Thomas. Tornado came awful close to your property."

The man, Mr. Thomas, sighed with relief.

"Yes sir. Pretty lucky I reckon. Good thing I got myself a well-appointed storm cellar." He nodded to the door, which he had shut behind him. He realized the family was too caught up with fucking to try to escape.

"Alright, well I'd best be going. Lots of other folks need checkin' in on."

They said goodbye, and the man returned to the cellar.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Tom's face strained with the throes of orgasm. He also heard Tess's throaty whimpers as she received the final set of pounding jabs from her son's magnificent cock, and ultimately, received a load of his cum deep inside of her. Distracted by the conclusion of her son's fucking, Tess could no longer concentrate on licking her daughter. Instead, she simply rested her face against her daughter's soft pussy.

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Ten minutes later, Tess and Leah kissed Mr. Thomas on the cheek, before getting into their station wagon. They were each wearing old pairs of overalls, and grey t-shirts, which were necessary parting gifts from their captors.

Tom had agreed to drive, and Tess was going to get in the front seat. But instead she got in the back seat, and cuddled up close to her lovely daughter. As they pulled away into the night, Mr. Thomas saw the silhouettes of two beautiful women kissing each other lovingly.