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Thunder

By: sawandsword



The clouds hung low in the distance as Karen Parker rushed out the back door to bring in the laundry off the clothesline. The wind had picked up considerably in the last five minutes, and lightning was beginning to flash through the evening sky.

As Karen began to remove her clothes from the clothesline, a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. 

Two seconds later a thunderclap caused her jump in fear.

"Damn storm," Karen snapped as she began to work faster. "I hope Benny gets here before that storm does."

Benny Mann is Karen's eighteen year old nephew. Marge, his Mother and Karen are sisters.

Karen at thirty four is the younger of the two sisters, and a recent widow. Karen had the ranch, but now that her husband is gone, running it alone was becoming too much for her.

Karen's older Sister Marge had suggested that Benny would be a big help to Karen now that he was grown and out of school. She asked Karen to hire Benny as a ranch hand.

Karen quickly agreed.

Benny had jumped at the opportunity to work for his sexy aunt. For as long as he could remember, Benny had been infatuated with her. He never called her Aunt Karen.

She was Karen.

And when they were alone Benny would call her pretty lady. He'd done so since turning sixteen.

Karen chastised the boy at first for being a flirt, but after a while, she decided that he was just being playful and let bit drop.

Benny looked up at the dark sky as he drove down the dirt road to Karen's house.

The flash of lightning made the young man shake his head. "Karen must be going crazy by now," he muttered as he drove.

Early that morning, Benny had left home in his pickup, and headed across Montana to move in with his aunt. With only a few more miles to go, Benny picked up his speed.

"I just hope I get there before she loses it. She hates being home alone when it's storming."

As Karen grabbed the last article of clothing off the line, she looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds had moved overhead, and lightning was flashing above her.

The pretty redhead jumped as the thunder roared through the sky. "Shit."

She quickly grabbed up her basket, and headed back inside. She no sooner got inside when the rain came pouring down.

Karen could tell that it was going to be a bad storm.

"Great," she muttered to herself. "If Benny doesn't get here very soon, the creek will rise and the bridge will be covered. He won't be able to get here until the water levels go down."

Another boom of thunder caused her to jump. "I hate thunder and lightning," she screamed in frustration.

Karen carried the laundry basket upstairs, and dropped it at the foot of her bed. She took a quick glance out the upstairs window, and spotted Benny's truck crossing the bridge over the creek. She felt a surge of joy at the sight of the pickup. Her joy quickly disappeared as another clap of thunder caused her heart to jump in her chest. Karen forced down the lifelong phobia and ran downstairs. She checked on the chicken that was frying, and stirred the beans. Opening the oven door, Karen checked the biscuits, and then bolted to the front door.

Benny had just parked his pickup as the beautiful widow opened the front door.

She was greeted by a flash of lightning and thunder. She physically jumped in terror.

Benny leaped out of his truck, ran across the yard, and bounded onto the porch. He flung the screen door open, and wrapped his arms around his trembling aunt. 

Karen threw her arms around Benny's neck and tightly clung to him.

"I see you're still afraid of thunder, and lightning."

"Storms scare the hell out of me," she nearly sobbed into his chest. "I'm so glad you're here."

Benny slid his arms down around his aunt's waist and gently squeezed her. "I'm glad I'm here too pretty lady."

Karen looked up at her nephew and gave him tiny smile. "You're eighteen years old and still flirting with your old aunt."

He gave his aunt a devilish grin. "First of all, you're not old. Secondly, I like flirting with pretty women; especially when they are as pretty as you."

Another lightning strike drove Karen deeper into Benny's arms. "I will be glad to see this storm pass."

"The weatherman on the radio is predicting that a series of storms will pass overhead throughout the night. He expects lots of thunder and lightning. I'm sorry."

"Great, that means I won't get any sleep tonight. And we have cattle to vaccinate tomorrow."

"How have you slept through storms like this in the past?"

Karen sighed. Not wanting to tell her nephew the whole truth, she said, "Your Uncle Mike used to hold me in his arms. It was the only way I could fall asleep. This is the first storm that has hit since his death."

Benny gently stroked his pretty aunt's back. "If you'd like, I'll lie with you until you fall asleep?"

Karen shook her head. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think that would be a good idea. Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you change into something dry while I get the food on the table?"

"Karen, my suitcases are still in the cab of the truck."

"You'll have to get your things later. But you can dry off. You know where the bathroom is."

"Are you going to be alright alone down here?"

A clap of thunder made her jump. "There's a load of clean laundry in my room. Grab a towel and hurry back, ok?"

"I'll be back in less than a minute."

Benny's clothes had dried by the time they finished eating, and he was feeling a lot more rested from the long drive.

The two got up from the dining room table, and began to clean up. 

Karen tried to get her nephew to rest, but he insisted on helping.

As they washed the dishes, Karen noticed how much her nephew had filled out since the funeral.

Benny stood a little over six foot tall. He had broad shoulders, and a wiry body. His sandy colored hair was neat, and trimmed. He still had a boyish face, but his deep blue eyes had a man's gleam in them.

Benny had been eyeing Karen as well, whenever he could. 

Karen still wore her red hair in a pony tail that hung to her upper back. The habit came from years of keeping her hair out of her face while working the ranch.

The boy couldn't help but notice her hour glass figure. Her ample breasts didn't sag at all. They nearly burst through the blouse she wore. Having never had children, her waist was still narrow, and well defined. Her work shorts accentuated her round backside, and long, shapely legs.

Although the wind was still blowing, and it was raining even harder, the thunder had died down part way through dinner, allowing Karen to relax, and enjoy her meal. 

As she pulled the stopper from the sink, she turned to Benny. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink."

"Do you have any beer?" Benny casually asked.

From the time he was sixteen, Benny's Parents had allowed him to drink beer whenever he was at home. They didn't have a problem with it as long as they were there to supervise him.

"I think there's a six pack in the fridge. I for one could use a glass of wine."

"Why don't you go sit down, and I'll bring the drinks."

"Why thank you kind sir. The beer is on the bottom shelf, and the wine is behind the milk on the top shelf."

Benny and Karen spent the evening drinking and catching up on old times. They hadn't had much time to talk since Mike's passing six months earlier.

Benny told his aunt about school; and breaking up with his girlfriend after catching her with another guy.

Karen talked about how hard it had been running the ranch alone for the past six months, and how much she missed her husband.

Suddenly a light flashed in the window, and the boom of thunder filled the house.

Karen shook with fear. "I was hoping the weather man was wrong, and the storm wouldn't return."

"I'm sorry Karen, but several fronts are expected to move through tonight. It will be thundering and lightning all night long."

Karen looked up at her nephew. She remembered the offer he'd made earlier. "Benny, would you mind if I took you up on the offer of lying with me until I fell asleep?"

"Of course I don't mind. If you want I can sleep with you all night."

Karen started to say no, but a particularly loud crash of thunder caused her to spill her drink. "I would appreciate it if you would?"

Looking at the empty glass, he asked, "Would you like a refill?"

Karen sheepishly handed her glass to Benny. "Thank you. I promise not to spill the next glass."

Benny went to the kitchen to get them both refills. His hands shook as he poured the wine. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that he would get to sleep with his sexy aunt. He only hoped that the thunder would be particularly loud that night, and she would want to cuddle.

They drank until the wine and beer were gone, and then headed up to bed.

It was then that Benny remembered that his suitcases were still outside in the passenger seat of his pickup.

"You can't go out there," Karen said fearfully. "It's still raining, and besides, you could get struck by lightning. You can sleep in your t shirt and underwear."

"Karen, I don't wear underwear. I usually sleep in the buff. I was planning on sleeping in my running shorts tonight, but they are in one of my suitcases."

"Oh," Karen softly replied. "That does pose a problem. I got rid of Mike's clothes a couple of months ago." She drew a breath, and thought about a solution to the problem. "I guess I'll be alright alone tonight."

The thunder quickly reminded her of why she'd accepted Benny's offer in the first place.

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "I will never get to sleep with that storm raging outside. Benny, I'm your Aunt. This shouldn't be a problem. After all it's not like we're two strangers sharing a bed, right?"

"I agree," Benny replied, struggling to keep his excitement in check.

"Why don't you get ready for bed, while I go into the bathroom and change into my sleeping clothes?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'll leave my shirt on, if that will make you feel better."

"No," the frightened woman replied. "If you're used to sleeping in the nude, then don't change your habits now. You will end up staying up all night if you do."

Benny felt a lump rise in his throat. "I'll do my best to stay on my side of the bed."

"Like hell you will. When that thunder starts shaking the house, you'll probably have me trying to climb under your skin."

Karen grabbed a t shirt, and a pair of sleeping shorts out of her dresser drawer. She headed into the bathroom to change.

She took the elastic band out of her hair, and quickly ran a brush through her hair. Removing her clothes, Karen reached for her t shirt.

A loud clap of thunder shook the house, causing her to shriek in terror.

Benny had just finished removing his clothes and was about to crawl between the sheets when he heard his aunt cry out. He bounded across the bed and ran to the bathroom door. "Karen, are you alright?"

The still naked woman slung the door open and leaped into her nephew's arms. She wrapped her long legs around his hips and clung to him for dear life. Karen broke down and began to sob. "I'm sorry," she moaned. "I just wish it would stop."

"It's ok," the young man replied soothingly. "I'm here. You have nothing to fear."

"I know I'm being irrational, but I hate storms. They terrify me."

Holding his trembling aunt close, Benny turned and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, and then scooted in next to her. 

Karen immediately turned and wrapped her arms around Benny's neck.

A crash of thunder brought out a whimper from the terrified woman.

Benny slid his powerful arms around his aunt and drew her close. He held onto her trembling form as the thunder crashed outside.

As the storm began to recede, Karen gazed up at her handsome nephew. She impulsively reached up and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm so glad you are here. I know I've said that already, but I mean it."

Benny leaned close and softly kissed his Aunt's lips. "I am more than happy to take care of you." His voice was soft, and tender.

Karen felt the familiar tingling sensation run through her body. She immediately felt ashamed by the passion that had shot through her. What she hadn't told her nephew earlier was the only way her late husband had been able to calm her down during a storm, was to make love to her. At that moment Karen began to wish Mike was still alive. She desperately needed him to make love to her.

"Perhaps it would be best if you slept in your own bed," she said half heartedly.

Benny ran his right hand up and down Karen's back, causing another wave of desire to course through her. "I told you I'd spend the night here, and I meant it."

He lowered his lips to hers again and kissed her. The kiss didn't last very long, but Karen could feel the hunger in her nephew's lips. She gazed into his eyes and saw the hunger in them. 

Benny gazed at her lovely face. The need to make love to her was written all over his features.

Karen felt the stirring deep in her loins yet again. She knew that all she had to do was give the young man an invitation, and he would drive the terror of the storms away. But deep in her heart, the frightened rancher knew it would be wrong. "Benny, we can't do this. I'm your Aunt, and this would be wrong."

The distant thunder from the third wave of storms signaled its arrival.

Karen cringed in fear.

"I love you Pretty Lady," Benny crooned softly. "I always have. I always will." He drew her tighter against him, and kissed her hard. The feel of her ample breasts pressing against his chest caused his cock to begin to stir.

Karen moaned into her nephew's mouth. Her moan caused her to part her lips.

Feeling her lips open, Benny slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Karen tried to fight the stirrings deep within, but the combination of the storm outside, and the storm raging within her was beginning to make her lose control.

Benny gently slid his hand down her back, and caressed the soft flesh of her bottom.

Karen shook with desire. Her mind screamed that this was wrong, but her body screamed even louder that this was right. It was so right.

Benny rolled his body over, onto his sexy aunt trapping her on her back. He slid his legs powerful legs between hers. Benny was careful not to lay too much weight on her smaller frame.

But she could feel his skin pressing into hers. She could feel his cock beginning to harden against her butt crack. She gazed up at her nephew with a pleading expression on her face.

"Benny, please, we can't do this. It's incest."

He gave the woman beneath him a gentle smile. He recognized the need that she was feeling. "It's a man making love to the woman he loves."

The thunder roared once again overhead.

Karen instinctively flung her arms around his neck. At the same time, she wrapped her long legs around Benny's hips. She clung to the young man as if her life depended on it.

Karen's new position opened her vaginal opening up to the young man.

His cock had grown rock hard, and was pressing into the crack of her butt.

Benny drew hips back several inches, allowing his erection to slide up to the entrance to her pussy.

Karen felt the head of Benny's cock slide between her vaginal lips. She was shocked at how big the head felt. A hunger deep within her loins begged to be fed. She was confused, frightened, and excited all at once.

Benny watched his aunt intently. He knew she was beginning to give in to her desires. 

Very soon she would surrender to the need to be made love to. 

All he had to do was be gentle and patient. He wanted to make love to Karen, not ravage her. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips again.

Karen allowed him to kiss her for a moment before reason began to set in. She pulled back from the kiss. "Benny, this is wrong." Her tone lacked the conviction of her words.

The young man leaned over and took her left nipple between his teeth. Biting very gently, he began to suck on the hardening bud.

Karen moaned with desire. "Please, don't do this to me." Her voice was filled with lust.

The feel of his teeth nibbling on her nipple was becoming more than she could bear. "Please Benny, you must stop. This can't go any further."

Lifting his head, the young man gazed lovingly at the object of his desire. "Do you really want me to stop pretty lady?"

Karen felt so confused. This wasn't supposed to happen. She tried to blame it on the alcohol, but knew in her heart that one bottle of wine wouldn't have lowered her inhibitions that much.

Thunder crashed through the room like a cannon blast.

Karen fearfully grabbed onto her nephew. She hugged him tightly, and squeezed her long legs around his hips, forcing the head of his manhood into her vaginal opening.

Benny felt her pussy lips spread as the head of his cock slid a little ways inside her.

Karen stared up at the young man lying on top of her. Her eyes were filled with lust, desire, and utter confusion. "Benny, the tip of your dick is inside me."

"Do you want me to take it out?" 

"Yes, I mean no." Her thoughts spun in a thousand directions at once. "I'm not sure. We shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong." She felt torn in a dozen directions. "Benny, we are family."

The storm once again decided Karen's fate that night.

The loud crack of thunder caused her to wrap her arms and legs more tightly around he nephew.

Benny's cock sank another four inches into Karen's trembling body.

The confused woman began to writhe as Benny's cock was forced deeper into her. "So good," she whimpered. "That feels so good."

Benny's raging cock had begun to take away the terror she felt, and replace it with a powerful hunger.

The image of her older sister flashed through her mind. "What are we doing? My sister will hate me for this."

Benny leaned close to his aunt's beautiful face. "She will never know. And right now you need this."

Another lightning flash lowered Karen's resistance even further. Using her long legs, she clung tighter to him, pressing a little more of his cock into her.

"Benny, you're so deep inside me."

"I can go deeper," the young man whispered into his aunt's ear. "I can fill you completely, and make all your fears go away."

Karen's confusion increased. She knew this couldn't happen, but the need was so strong. "This is so wrong. But I need this badly." Placing her mouth next to his ear, Karen softly whispered. "Make love to me."

As Karen lowered her head back to the pillow, Benny leaned over and kissed her lips. 

Karen opened her mouth, and allowed his tongue to once again enter her oral cavity.

Pressing his hips forward, the eighteen year old began to sink his shaft into his aunt's willing body.

The thirty four year old woman cried out into Benny's mouth as she felt her already wet vaginal canal opening up to him. Her husband's cock wasn't nearly as big as Benny's. She felt like she was being stretched farther than ever before.

Jerking her head to one side, she screamed, "Oh fuck," as the monster sank deeper into her. Her nephew's cock was already deeper in her than her late husband had ever gone.

Benny thought he'd have to withdraw a few times to lubricate her, but her pussy juices were flowing so freely, that they allowed him to sink almost his entire length into her body with one slow, continuous thrust.

Karen's eyes grew wide as she felt the head of Benny's dick come to rest against her cervix. "I can feel you in my belly," she cried out. "Oh fuck, you are so deep."

"I'm not all the way inside yet," he replied with a devious grin. "But I will be."

She gasped loudly. "No, you can't go deeper. The head of your cock is already pushing against my cervix. If you go deeper, you'll hurt me."

"You have nothing to worry about pretty lady," he whispered. "I have no intention of forcing your womb open. Trust me my darling, your pussy will stretch a little deeper."


Thunder



Karen began to shake with anticipation. She had no idea if she could take his entire length, but the thought of it made her feel giddy.

Benny slowly withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside his aunt's body.

Karen felt her stretched out pussy being emptied inch by inch. "Please be gentle." Her voice could barely be heard.

Thunder struck, rocking the entire house.

Karen clamped her legs down onto his hips again, ramming her nephew's monster back inside her. 

"Oh fuck," she screamed in pain, and passion as the tip of his helmet slammed against the entrance to her womb.

Benny stopped and gazed into his aunt's eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

Her eyes burned with lust and fear. "Don't stop. Fuck me hard."

Benny withdrew his cock again and slammed back into her.

Karen bit her lower lip as the helmet of his manhood slammed against the bottom of her depths. She clamped her legs tightly around his hips. The fear she felt was quickly replaced with other feelings. She became dizzy with confusion, pain, and lust. Her body screamed for more. Karen wanted Benny to pound the bottom out of her womb. She wanted him to saw her in half lengthwise with his wonderful weapon.

Benny rammed into her again and again. His cock was like a pile driver, trying to break through her cervix and enter her womb.

Karen clung to her nephew, and begged him to fuck her harder. All thoughts of right and wrong left her mind. 

The storm no longer terrified her. 

She wanted this. She needed it. She wanted her nephew to pound her right through the mattress and box springs.

Benny felt his cock swelling with each thrust. He also felt her vaginal canal opening more and more. He was almost completely inside her. Just one more inch and their pelvises would meet. He drew back and rammed his monster home.

Karen shrieked as her body accepted the last of his huge dick. "I've got all of you," she screamed. "I can feel all of you inside me. You're so deep. Oh, fuck me baby. Fuck your dirty aunt until she can't take it any more."

Benny pounded Karen over and over. His huge cock stretched her like she'd never been stretched before. 

Karen's mind was reeling with lust. She'd never been used like this in her entire life. Yes, it was her Sister's son pounding her out, but it was also the best sex she'd ever had.

Benny rammed into his aunt over and over. His dick continued to swell inside her with each inward thrust. His balls began to beg for release. 

The couple continued to thrust against one another, grunting, and moaning with lust. Their bodies were saturated with sweat, and they smelled of sex.

Aunt and nephew weren't making love. They were fucking. They were rutting like animals consumed with lust. Neither of them noticed that the thunder had stopped shaking the house.

Karen felt her orgasm building. "Harder," she screamed. "Fuck me harder."

Benny rammed his swollen cock into her body like a piston rod. He growled like an angry dog.

Karen's eyes flew wide as her orgasm ripped through her writhing body. She began to tremble uncontrollably. She whined, moaned, and screamed into the night as her loins threatened to come apart.

Benny felt his balls tightening. He thrust as hard and deep into her as he could. "Oh shit," he shouted as his body began to release his sperm into her womb.

They writhed, and shook together, their lust exploding together. Aunt and nephew clung together as their bodies shook one final time.

Benny collapsed onto his aunt in exhaustion.

Karen clung to her nephew, her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him. She kissed the side of his neck. "Baby, I needed that so badly."

"I've wanted to make love to you for as long as I can remember."

Taking hold of his face, she looked directly into his eyes. She gave him a loving smile. "You know that what we did was wrong. If people ever found out about this it would ruin our lives."

He returned her smile. "No one will ever find out. I'll carry our secret to the grave."

"Still, we shouldn't have done this. It was wrong."

Benny stroked his aunt's face. "Do you regret what we did?"

A tear welled up in the corner of Karen's left eye. She leaned up and kissed her nephew. "No, I don't regret it. What we did was wrong, but it was also wonderful. I know this shouldn't happen again, but I need you. I need you in my bed. And I need you in my life." 

"You will have me for as long as you want me."

A sudden thought ran through her mind. The reason she'd never had a child was because her late husband was sterile.

Benny on the other hand was most likely a very fertile young man. And at that moment millions of his sperm were swimming around inside her body, hunting for an egg to fertilize.

Karen did a quick calculation in her head. She was indeed at the peak time of fertility. Yet for some strange reason the thought that her nephew might end up making her pregnant didn't frighten Karen at all. If anything it made her want him even more.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as the lovers lay together.

Karen trembled at the distant sound. She reached up and caressed Benny's face. "Another storm is coming in. You might need to help me keep my mind off of it."

His Aunt's invitation caused the young man's cock to twitch inside her.

Karen gasped in delight as she felt his cock begin to harden, and stretch her again. "Something tells me that I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. And I don't think the thunder will be the reason."



Thunder and Domination



Chapter One

A piercing clap of thunder shook the darkened room. The storm outside couldn't have been scripted any better by a Hollywood writer. Annalise shuddered as a chill passed through her body. She could feel her nipples stiffen, and not just from the chill. She had been waiting for him to come back since he had tied her spread eagled on the bed over a half hour ago. The velvet ropes were tight, but not uncomfortable yet. Her mind raced. What was he doing right now? What would he do when he got back? How long would this go on? Her blindfold made it impossible to see, but she knew it was very dark in the room anyway. She listened to the rain hitting the window outside as her mind drifted back to the scene an hour earlier.

When she had knocked at the door to the mansion, it was answered by the butler. He silently led her into the study, closing the doors as he left. She took in her surroundings, noting the dark wood paneled walls, the heavy burgundy drapes keeping out the sun during the day. It was a room she could curl up and stay in for hours at a time. Each wall was covered in bookshelves. She went to stand at one, curious as to what kind of literature he collected. As she had guessed, he had a taste for first edition classics. A man with tastes that matched her own, in more ways than one. Her eyes rested on a particular novel and she gasped. She pulled it from the shelf and read the title again. "Les Crimes de l'Amour." The crimes of love. Marquis de Sade. 

The door burst open and Annalise spun around. Coming face to face with Dominic actually made her suck her breath in. He was wearing a full suit, but not a modern one. She was reminded of the old Count Dracula movies. It was dark, full length, buttoned all the way down. He was tall, thin, with close-cropped sandy blonde hair and a short, close-shaved goatee. He bowed.

"Annalise!" he said. "Such an honor to meet you, my lady." He brought the inside of her wrist up to meet his mouth. Delicious chills ran down her spine as his breath fell on her skin. She felt herself become moist at the light touch of his lips.

"Master," she said, lowering her eyes. "The honor is mine."

It was as she imagined. After chatting for over nine months online, she felt like she knew him well. 

"Let me take your coat. I've sent Frederick home for the evening."

He took her coat and laid it over the settee. She straightened her form-fitting dress, smoothing it carefully. She had carefully chosen the dress she would be wearing, and from the look in his eyes, she had chosen well. It was ivory in color, enhancing her tan skin and her hazel eyes, at the moment a clear green. The straps rested just on her shoulders, dipping low in front and even lower in back, to emphasize both her back and her ample bosom. The bodice was form-fitting, ending just under her shapely bottom. Her hair was worn upswept, red highlights visible against the chestnut color. She felt beautiful. 

Dominic crossed to the fully stocked bar by his desk and poured them both some cognac. 

"To you, my dear," he toasted as he handed her the glass. Their glasses clinked softly.

Annalise took a drink and it was all she could do to not cough. Wow, this is strong stuff, she thought, her head spinning already.

When they had finished their drinks, he held her elbow and ushered her out of the study. Again, her skin tingled at his touch.

"Come, let me show you to your room," he said. 

They walked up the large open stairway and he opened a door. The large room was dark except for several burning candles. It was an eerie, but warm glow. The room carried on the decor of the study, with dark paneled walls and burgundy and hunter green striped drapes. A king-sized cherry wood bed was in the center, with two tall windows on each side of the headboard. The tall posters had intricate carvings, topped with twisted spires. Each post had a hunter green curtain tied back, and Annalise envisioned herself behind those closed, heavy curtains, unseen by anyone but her lover. She took in the sight with wonder. 

As she turned back to him, he took the snifter from her hand, setting hers down along with his on the night stand at the foot of the bed. Gazing into her eyes, he pulled her close. She felt his warm body pressing into hers and she closed her eyes, awaiting the moment when his lips would touch hers. He pressed his lips into hers, his tongue gently pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth to him and they kissed deeply, his hands caressing her head and moving down to her bottom. God, he kisses so good, 0she thought, enjoying immensely his hands caressing and squeezing her ass. She held him close and caressed his as well. 

He pushed her away and sneered.

"You know your job, slave." he stated, his voice cold. 

"Yes, master," she replied, and immediately knelt before him.

He unbuckled his belt, fumbling a bit with the old fashioned button-fly. She knelt, eyes down, unconsciously licking her lips. This is really happening, she thought. Oh my God. I'm going to suck the cock of a man I just met. But they had really met nine months ago, online. Even though they hadn't seen each until tonight, she knew so much about him already. She knew that he was confident and willing and very well-able to please. She felt her nipples harden and her juices quickly soak through her panties.

Dominic wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock was freed quickly. It was semi flaccid, thick and shaved, just like she had seen on his webcam many times. She salivated even more now, her face just inches from his beautiful member. Her mouth quickly covered it. She moaned as it grew harder in her mouth. 

Suddenly her hair was being pulled hard away from him. He glared down at her as his dick pulled out of her mouth. 

"I think you need to ask permission, don't you? You little slut."

She let go of his cock like it had burned her. Her head bent down again. "I'm sorry master. Yes, of course, I apologize. May I please suck your cock?" This made her even more wet. 

He took his now hard cock and slapped it across her face. "Yes, slave, suck my cock good."

"Thank you master, I will do my best." Her mouth took him all the way in. It felt wonderful, so smooth and hard. 

His hand continued to pull her hair, making her mouth come off his dick, and then pushing her head back on. She gagged a little as he grew even larger, shoving deeper in her throat. She forced herself to relax and quit struggling, making it easier to let his cock slide all the way to the back.

She loved to suck, and it had been so long since she had. Her ex-husband was not one to experiment at all. His idea of a good time was missionary position for about 3 minutes until he came in her. That always left her to finish herself off. Finally she decided there had to be a better way. She had heard of an online site that focused on the sort of pleasure she wanted. Dominic had made contact with her from there, they had chatted and emailed back and forth for a while before he suggested webcam. She had been nervous at first, not wanting him to see her in real-time. They said the camera put on 10 pounds and she couldn't afford that luxury. At his gentle insistence, she relented, and they had shared their first webcam experience. It was so intense, she jumped at his suggestion that they meet tonight. She was so glad she had. 

His gruff voice and rough hands dragged her back to the present.

"Unnnggh, you do know how to suck cock, don't you slave. You're a little slut aren't you. You like this big cock in your mouth. Maybe I should cum down your throat so you can swallow it all."

Annalise mumbled a reply, muffled by his growing cock. "Yes please master; cum in my mouth."

"Not now, slave." He pulled her hair back again. It hurt a bit but that just turned her on even more. "We have other things to do."

He stood back, and pulled his pants back on. She could see the tent of his hard on as he covered it with his trousers. She pouted. She really wanted him to cum for her.

"Take off your clothes," he said. He was staring at her, still kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, master." 

She wasn't proud of her body, so this was not her favorite part. She had put on a few pounds, but still had curves in the right places. She knew he liked her body, the webcam doesn't lie, so she was feeling a little better. Plus, she was so turned on right now she really didn't care. She stood up, unzipping her dress behind her. She slid it down her body, and stepped out of it. She quickly unsnapped her bra, standing there in just her panties. She shivered a bit. Her nipples were rock hard at the tips of her large breasts. 

"Take them all off."

She stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the floor in the pile with her other clothes. She just couldn't resist, and her hand moved between her legs. She was soaked.

"Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?" His voice was loud and she immediately put her head down.

"No, master. I'm sorry. It's just..."

"I don't want to hear it. I tell you what to do. You can't be trusted to take care of yourself. That's why I'm here. Now I will have to teach you a lesson. 

He stepped toward Annalise, grabbing her by the shoulders, picking her up, forcefully moving her toward the bed. He pushed her naked body onto the bed. She looked at his face and was a little surprised at how determined he looked. She could also see that his hard on, back inside his pants, was not going down at all. She smiled to herself. He's hard because of me, she thought.

Dominic quickly straddled her body, pushing his weight down on her. He pulled Annalise's arms over her head, and bound her wrists with ties that must have been attached already to the headboard's posts. As he tied her securely, she could feel his stiff cock pressing against her leg through the material. She knew her pussy was dripping onto the bedspread. He quickly moved lower on her body, opening her legs, and tied her ankles one at a time to the foot posts.

Silently, Annalise watched Dominic pull a blindfold out of the drawer by the bed stand. He lifted her head off the bed slightly, slipping it around her head and making sure it was firm. Everything went totally dark for Annalise. If she'd had any doubts or fears about this sexual session, it was too late to turn back now. She would have to – did – place her complete trust in the man kneeling next to her. It both scared and aroused her to give herself over so completely to this virtual stranger.

There was no movement and complete silence in the room now. It bothered her a little bit that she didn't hear Dominic now. 

Suddenly she felt a weight on the bed next to her. She heard his harsh breathing, its warmth caressing her skin. She relaxed, knowing he was still close, but still she shivered in anticipation at the thought of what was to come. The thrill of not knowing what was going on, blind to her surroundings and the things he was doing was the ultimate high for her. Her pussy quivered, aching to be touched, licked, sucked, invaded. 

She felt his hands caressing her heavy breasts. Her nipples extended and he took one in his hands and pulled it hard. 

"Ohhh," she moaned.

She couldn't get any more moans out because her mouth was suddenly filled with his hard cock. Kneeling at her side, he had pushed the head of his massive member between her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and he pushed inside as she turned her head to face him. Not being able to see him was such an erotic sensation and it only heightened her desire. He felt good in her mouth and she fervently sucked him, trying to get more of him in her mouth. The storm continued to rage outside as she felt the room rumble again. She squirmed on the bed, wishing she could touch her own pussy. She really needed the attention.

Dominic was fucking her face harder now. She was straining to breathe and take him in at the same time, sometimes gagging as he pushed deep. He was breathing hard now, and she wanted to tell him to cum for her. But she knew she had to be silent for her master. She loved the taste of cum, and had fantasized about his sweet juice on her tongue for so long now. 

One hand pinched and pulled her nipples, while the other was behind her head, pushing it closer to his body, then pulling her hair back, only to then shove his cock in her mouth deeper. 

"Fuuuck!" 

Suddenly his hand stilled on her head and she could feel him tremble as he started to cum. His orgasm overwhelmed her. Her mouth was flooded by his hot cum, his salty-sweet taste intoxicating. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but his cock was still deep in her throat and she struggled, feeling it dripping down her chin and onto her neck. It felt so good in her mouth, his cock pulsating with each new wave. 

Finally, as his cock slowly softened, she was able to regain her breathing. Her mind raced as she lay bound on her back, his cock so wonderful, even better than she had imagined. She knew that he would soon be ready to fuck her and she could finally cum all over the beautiful shaft. For now, though, she just enjoyed the sensation.

And then all was silent and still again. He must have slipped out of the room. 

She licked as much cum as she could reach from her lips and chin, wishing she could eat it all. Now, she wondered, just what was he doing?




Chapter Two

Annalise replayed the scene that had happened over in her mind. She was still very turned on, even having to wait in the dark. She knew she would cum as soon as he touched her again, she felt so ready. If only her hands were free she would have been touching herself for sure. The more she thought about it though, she decided she wouldn't touch herself unless her master told her to, remaining loyal to him. She trusted that he knew what was better for her, she knew he would make sure she was taken care of.

She snapped to attention when she heard the door open. She froze, waiting for his voice. It was quiet, but she felt his presence standing there in the room. She thought about how she must look, spread eagled on the bed, bound hand and foot. 

"Dominic? Um, I mean Master? Is that you?"

She got no answer, but she heard footsteps approaching closer. She could sense his body next to her. Then she felt his hand running over the bindings around her ankle. Slowly he worked his hands up her leg, caressing every inch, making her squirm from his warm touch. When his hand reached her thigh, it lightly brushed over her pubic hair. She felt his fingers dip between her spread legs.

Something was different. Wait a minute, she thought. His hands were too soft! Then she realized what was happening as chills of sensation ran up her body. These hands weren't Dominic's. They were a woman's hands! Annalise felt the strange woman's fingernails lightly brushing over her stomach and then across her heaving breasts. 

A shockwave of desire spread through her whole body. Her mind raced. This was another fantasy she had thought about often. Dominic knew that she had never been with a woman, but had wanted to be able to please one orally for a while now. It was really a craving, and it came back to her very strong now. 

Her nipples were being played with by the woman now. Softly, not rough. But then she pinched one, rolling it between her soft fingers.

Her blindfold came off. The room was still dark, so her eyes adjusted quickly. The woman standing over her had long dark hair. It framed her pretty face nicely, her dark brown eyes moving up and down Annalise's body, her hands caressing her breasts. She was wearing a black leather corset, with red laces crisscrossing up and down the front. The cups did nothing to hide her ample breasts, Annalise could see her nipples resting just over the top. The corset bottom ended in garters attached to black silk stockings. She had red, see-through panties on that just barely covered her tight-trimmed snatch. Annalise's eyes now focused on her body. This woman was taller than her. She wasn't a thin girl, but had lovely curves. Annalise swallowed hard. She glanced down at her own nakedness and suddenly felt even more exposed. But she also felt more excited than ever. 

Now the woman stood at her bedside, her hands on her hips. Annalise was drenched now, her eyes taking in the beautiful sight of the woman. 

"Do you like your little toy, Slave?" 

It was Dominic, standing just behind her in the shadows. Annalise gasped, the fact that he had been in the room this whole time aroused her even more. Just hearing his voice, catching her by surprise, sent shivers up her spine, made her even more wet. She felt her juices start to flow again, sliding out of her moist box. She tried to lift her body to see him, but she was held by her restraints. 

"Yes, master. She's beautiful."

Dominic moved closer and stood directly behind the woman. He put his hands around her waist, slowly moving upward to caress her large breasts. Annalise wanted to feel them too. She even felt a little jealousy, wanting his hands on her own body, but also, wanting to have her own hands on the woman. 

As if reading her mind, the woman moved closer to the bed. She leaned over Annalise's body and reached to untie her ankle restraints. As she accessed the ropes, her breasts dragged across Annalise's mid section, the leather fabric barely containing their fullness. Finally free, Annalise raised her knees, feeling the blood return to her lower legs. 

"Thank you," she mumbled. 

"Leave the hands up there, Victoria," Dominic said. She was silent and did as she was told, perhaps participating in her own fantasy.

Victoria turned to Dominic, her back now to Annalise. Annalise admired her ass, completely bare. She was not heavy, but had generously rounded cheeks. Dominic took her in his arms. They kissed, Dominic looking at his captive all the while. Then he began to untie her corset. He took his time untying the ribbon, prolonging the mystery of what lay beneath. He unsnapped the garter unhurriedly, watching Annalise as he licked the inside of Victoria's thigh. Both women moaned. Finally he let the binding corset drop to the floor. His hands on her shoulders, Dominic slowly turned her around to face Annalise. 

Victoria was naked and facing her, and Annalise again took in her beauty. Her breasts were large and heavy, her areolas a dark shade of pink. Her rose colored nipples stood out, very hard, very sexy. Their color was in stark contrast to her dark olive skin. 

Annalise lowered her eyes past the slight mound of her smooth belly, down to her tightly trimmed pussy. She could see Victoria's pink outer lips, and the reflection from the candles made her appear already moist. Annalise unconsciously licked her lips. 

Squeezing her freed legs together now, Annalise felt her own hot juices between them. Dominic gave the woman a slight nudge and she moved closer, climbing up on the bed, straddling her. She leaned back, her ass sitting back on Annalise's thighs. Her long dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. Annalise couldn't remember ever being this close to a beautiful naked woman. She couldn't help but stare at her beautiful tits, dangling only inches from her face. 

"You like those don't you?" Dominic sneered. He was watching the two women take stock of each other.

Victoria was smiling. She took her heavy breasts in both hands and squeezed them together, leaning closer, just out of Annalise's reach. 

Both Annalise and Victoria glanced over to Dominic. He was standing about ten feet away, his pants gone, his hard cock in his hand, stroking slowly. 

Victoria leaned all the way forward, her full weight on Annalise's body. Annalise opened her legs automatically, and felt the woman slide between them. Their breasts were touching now, she could feel Victoria's hard nipples on her breasts. Her face was in front of her, and her tongue slipped inside her mouth. Annalise closed her eyes as she experienced her first kiss with another woman. 




Thunder and Domination



Oh my God, she thought. Soft. Sweet. Sexy. Better than I had ever imagined. 

Annalise's knees automatically came up higher. Victoria settled in between her legs. Annalise could feel her own wetness beginning to mingle with hers. She was so soft there, slippery too. Victoria began to move back and forth, up and down over her wet pussy. Their bodies pressed together, making contact along their entire length. Annalise felt her clit begin to grow harder and her lover's own nub pressing into her. She began to grind her hips upward to meet her thrusts. 

Annalise was at such a heightened state of arousal from her sensory deprivation that her orgasm surprised her. Suddenly and without warning, she was cumming hard, and that was just from the pressure of her Victoria's pussy against her own. Her legs stiffened, and her moaning grew louder. She glanced over at Dominic who was stroking faster now. That sight brought on the second wave, and she succumbed to the orgasm as it ran the length of her body. Victoria smiled, kissing her on the lips one more time. 

"Untie her hands and let her up now, Victoria," said Dominic.

Victoria obediently obeyed, and Annalise at once put her arms around her in thanks. Victoria then moved aside.

"Get on your hands and knees, you little slut." Annalise knew Dominic was now addressing her. 

"Yes, master." She lowered her head and did as he said. She knelt on the bed, her breasts hanging below her. 

Dominic moved behind her, climbing onto the bed. 

"Sit by the headboard, Victoria," he said to the other woman.

Victoria put her back against the headboard, sitting cross legged in front of Annalise.

Dominic slapped Annalise's ass. "You liked her pussy against yours, didn't you slave?"

"Yes master, I did. Very much," she whispered.

"Then you will like to taste her too." From behind her he pushed Annalise's head into Victoria's lap, who quickly opened her legs wide, sliding down a bit to lay on her back, closer to Annalise. 

"Lick that pussy."

Annalise wasn't really sure what to do. She had thought about this moment often, but wasn't sure how to proceed. The sight of Victoria's drenched lips in front of her face helped her to focus again. Dominic's hand on the back of her head gave her no choice anyway. She timidly brought her face to Victoria's moist snatch, breathing in her musky, spicy scent. Annalise closed her eyes and breathed her in, reveling in her smell. When she was ready, she timidly touched her lips to her lover's, kissing her softly. Victoria watched, breathless. Annalise then touched her tongue to the moist mound and slipped it between her lips. She tasted her lover's juice, unsure at first, but then greedily. Victoria moaned and opened her lips to Annalise, allowing her better access to her pussy. Annalise brought her tongue down to the bottom of Victoria's hole and licked upwards with her whole tongue, ending at her clit, which she flicked hard with her tongue. Victoria gasped and jerked, her eyes widening. She did not expect such wantonness from this woman between her legs. 

Annalise was amazed at how much she loved the sight, the smell, the taste of Victoria's pussy. She tasted even sweeter than her own juices Annalise had licked off her own fingers so often.

Victoria was enjoying every minute of Annalise on her, and so was Dominic. His hand tightened in her hair and he pulled her head back hard. Both women sucked in their breath, Victoria at the loss of her lover's mouth, Annalise in pleasure at the pain her master had caused her.

And then Dominic rocked her world again. She felt his hardness penetrating her own soaking wet pussy. With one quick thrust, he was deep inside of her. Annalise groaned loudly.

"Do you like that wet pussy, you little slut?" he demanded.

"Yes master, I love her taste. It's even better than I thought it would be."

With that, he continued to hold her head back by her hair, but he pulled his cock back, almost out of her pussy at the same time. Then quickly and forcefully, he shoved his cock back in. In quick thrusts, he fucked her hard, still holding her hair. This was what Annalise was waiting for, craving. She had loved going down on Victoria, but there was nothing so primal, so exquisite, as her master's cock pumping in and out of her. She could feel his length opening the walls of her pussy, the head reaching the back of her hole. She closed her eyes in total pleasure, until Dominic tightened his grip on her head, making her look at the woman in front of her.

She watched as Victoria began to rub her own pussy, her two fingers circling her hard clit, occasionally dipping in deeper to wet her finger tips. Then, Dominic pushed her head back down and she was able to also taste her sweetness. She pushed her tongue inside Victoria's wetness, trying to reach deeper with her tongue as if it were her own little cock. Her lips closed on Victoria's clit, the hard nub prominent now. She began to suck on it, flicking her tongue over it as she sucked and licked all around.

Victoria watched Annalise eat her, sucking her own juices from her fingers. Her pussy ground into her face, wanting more. 

Dominic increased his pace, and she could feel his cock growing inside her. His balls slammed into her pussy. "Make her cum, slave-whore." His breath was short, Annalise could tell he was nearing orgasm.

Victoria was writhing, pushing her hips into Annalise's mouth, moaning. 

Annalise felt her wetness increase, and she pushed her tongue firmly against Victoria's nub. Victoria had her hands on Annalise's head, pulling her into her firmly. Dominic was fucking her wildly too. She loved being sandwiched between two beautiful bodies. 

Dominic then jerked her hair back, pulling her away from Victoria's pussy. He quickly moved around in front of her, his massively hard cock in his hand. Annalise needed no instruction now, she eagerly licked and sucked him, taking his cock all the way in. As she let it slide out, she felt Victoria's face next to hers, licking the shaft down his left side, while Annalise sucked and licked down the right. 

"I'm cumming for you now," Dominic moaned. His semen started as a small drip, but then a big load sprayed over Victoria's face, dripping down on her breasts. The next few bursts hit Annalise in the same way. Both women had cum in their mouths and on their tits. After Dominic was spent, he withdrew from the bed, standing on the edge. He looked at them for a long time, then moved to the door, leaving them alone in the room. 




Chapter Three

Dominic did not tell them they could talk, so they were quiet just in case he didn't want them to speak. Victoria turned to Annalise, and they both knelt upright on the bed. Victoria leaned in closer, and they kissed deeply. Annalise could taste the salty remnants of Dominic's cum on her new lover's tongue. They moved closer together, arms around each other's waists. Their breasts pressed together. Annalise could feel his cum on them as well, and she pressed more firmly into Victoria's body. Their lips and tongues danced together, and Annalise felt herself melting into the sexy woman's body once more. 

Victoria hugged her, almost like they were best friends, only closer, running her fingers on Annalise's hair, caressing the back of her neck, kissing her mouth tenderly before moving to her neck. Annalise closed her eyes in pleasure, enjoying the feel of Victoria's warm mouth and breath on her skin. While Dominic was rough and unyielding, she was soft and tender. Annalise reveled in the difference. She loved having sex with Dominic, it was exhilarating, liberating, everything she wanted in a submissive role. But kneeling here next to Victoria, holding and being held, was just as exciting.

Victoria reached up and took out the pins holding Annalise's hair up, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders. Annalise reached up and caressed Victoria's hair as well. There was something about her dark features that turned Annalise on, something sultry and exotic. She took the hand that Victoria held to her hair and brought it to her lips, kissing her palm, her wrist, then brought it to her own breast, her tan skin light against her lover's olive complexion. 

Victoria watched Annalise's face while she squeezed and taunted her nipple, her own face revealing her pleasure. She brought her mouth to the sensitive area, licking and sucking the hard nipple into her mouth and Annalise shuddered. The sensation made her juices flow even more, running just outside her lips. She brought her fingers there, dipping into her wet pussy, feeling her moistness. Victoria watched as Annalise brought her fingers up to taste herself, then touched them to Victoria's mouth. She groaned as her lover sucked in first one finger then another until they were free of her juices.

Victoria gently pushed her down on the bed, moving between her legs, bending them up and around her arms, her face inches from Annalise's pussy. She breathed in her scent, taking in as much as she could. Annalise opened her lips to Victoria's mouth, spreading them wide in anticipation. She sighed as she felt her lover's warm breath on her, shivering in anticipation of the pleasures her tongue would bring. Victoria lowered her mouth and brought her tongue to Annalise's clit, taking long licks, savoring her juices flowing freely. Annalise shuddered, her eyes heavy lidded with desire. She held Victoria's hair back so she could watch her lapping up her juice like a cat with milk. 

Victoria's tongue made small, almost imperceptible circles on her sensitive clit, just barely noticeable, yet almost enough to drive Annalise to the edge. She began to move her hips slightly, fucking Victoria's tongue. Her hand wound tighter in Victoria's hair, lost in the feeling of deep desire. Victoria must have liked it because she moaned and started licking her even faster, her hand straying to Annalise's hole. She slipped in a finger and Annalise gasped, bucking up against her hand, climax bubbling up to the surface. 

Victoria sensed it and slipped two more fingers in, pumping them in and out even faster, her mouth sucking and licking her clit. Annalise thrashed on the bed, her orgasm coming on hard and fast. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and it was all she could do not to scream out. She pushed her lover's face tighter to her pussy, riding out her orgasm as long as she could. 

After a few more pleasure pulses, Annalise released Victoria's head and lay on the bed gasping. Victoria moved to the head of the bed and covered Annalise's body with her own. Her mouth held her lover's cum, and she kissed Annalise long and deep, letting her taste herself on her mouth. Annalise moaned, loving her own taste. 

Her hands moved through Victoria's hair, her fingers running down her smooth back and down to her supple ass. She rolled her lover over until she was on top, ready to reciprocate. Still kissing her, Annalise moved her hand down and cupped Victoria's hairless mound. She slipped a finger in to see how wet she was, she was dripping. Annalise removed her finger and brought it up to Victoria's nipple, rubbing her juices on first one then the other, before licking them clean. Victoria moaned in pleasure, trying to remain quiet. It was getting hard for both of them not to tell each other how good they made them feel.

Annalise kissed her way down Victoria's tummy, leaving little nips along the way. When she reached her pussy, she placed her mouth over it and slipped her tongue inside. She lapped up Victoria's sweet taste and moved on to her clit. Victoria's orgasm began to undulate, rising like the swell of a tide. Annalise kept her mouth fastened to her love button, two fingers in her hole. Her juices trickled down her fingers and on to her hand. Annalise began to pump her fingers in and out vigorously, all the while licking and nipping and sucking Victoria's clit. Victoria started to come, her body went rigid, her thighs wrapped around Annalise's head. Annalise kept up her assault until Victoria went still, then licked her clean. She then crawled up to meet her lover, her face wet with Victoria's come. They lay in each other's arms, holding and caressing each other.

At that moment Dominic came in and closed the door. He threw a small traveling bag on the bed, turned to go, thought better of it and sat in a chair near the end of the bed.

"Enjoy."

Annalise took the bag and opened it, spilling out the contents on the bed. Her eyes lit up and she looked at him.

"Can we use these, Master?" 

"Yes. But no speaking. You speak only to me."

"Yes, Master." She lowered her eyes, not looking at him.

Her gaze returned to the bed, and the goodies on it. He had brought an array of brand new sexual toys and lotions. Her eyes fell immediately on one in particular. It was a flesh-colored vibrator, long and thick in size. She put that one aside for later and looked at the lotions and creams, spotting her favorite. It enhanced the pleasure of oral sex. She couldn't wait to use this on Victoria. She put the rest in the bag, excluding the vibrator and set the bag on the night stand. 

Victoria was waiting for her, eyes excited at the new turn of events. She lay back and reached for her lover and they kissed. Annalise then moved between Victoria's legs and spread them wide. She opened first the vibrator and put in the batteries Dominic had so graciously brought. She turned it on and Victoria began to squirm, wanting it between her legs. Annalise brought it to her mound and rubbed where her clit was. Victoria moaned. Annalise smiled, took it away and turned it off, laying it to the side. 

Victoria let out a little whine, but stopped when Annalise opened the jar of cream. She took a tiny amount on her finger and opened Victoria's lips so she could see her clit. She rubbed the cream into her skin and immediately Victoria starting writhing in pleasure. The cream was very powerful, making her clit very sensitive. It almost burned. Victoria was obviously enjoying it. 

Annalise looked to Dominic, who was still sitting on the chair, but now his cock was out and he was rubbing it absent-mindedly. He looked at her and nodded, and Annalise lowered her head to Victoria's pussy, her own in full view of him. She breathed on her clit and Victoria gasped, then groaned in pleasure. Annalise licked her clit, tasting the butter-cream flavor mingled with Victoria's own juices. The taste was heady, Annalise licked her whole pussy then, excited by the cries and moans of her lover. Victoria was bucking against her face now, so Annalise pushed her tongue deep inside her pussy and began to fuck her. She took a finger and stuck it in as well, getting it all wet before taking it out and placing it on Victoria's ass. She circled the puckered hole then inserted it in. Victoria screamed in pleasure, Annalise was barely able to keep her mouth on her. An orgasm rocked the dark-haired beauty and her body shook in its intensity. 

When she was through, Annalise released her mouth from her pussy and took the vibrator, turning it on low. She rubbed Victoria's highly sensitive clit with it and Victoria closed her eyes, her mouth agape, no words coming out. Annalise continued this for several strokes then brought the vibrator to her tight hole. She rubbed it against her, getting the fake cock slippery with her come, then slipped the head in just as she turned the speed up to medium. Victoria ground her pussy against the head, wanting more inside her. Annalise slowly put in more, until it was buried all the way in her. She took it out slowly, until just the head remained, then plunged it in again, and again, and one more time. 

Annalise took it all the way out this time, then put the tip to Victoria's ass, pushing ever so slightly but firmly. She met slight resistance, then Victoria relaxed and Annalise could push the head in. She left it there for a few seconds until Victoria began to move, turned on by the cock in her ass. Annalise moved the cock inside slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. She moved her head to Victoria's clit and licked it, all the while moving the cock slowly in and out of her ass. Victoria couldn't take both the cock and tongue for long, she began to wriggle and moan as another orgasm came on. Annalise increased the speed of the cock and the pressure of her tongue and Victoria screamed, her already sensitive clit even more so now. Annalise waited until she was finished then took the vibrator out.

She gasped when strong hands pushed her head to the bed and raised her ass in the air. Dominic's hand went to her pussy, he shoved two fingers in her hole to see how wet she was. She was, of course, dripping wet and ready. He brought his cock to her pussy and shoved it in full hilt. Annalise cried out in pleasure, her hand straying to her clit. He slapped her hand away and used his own, his thumb finding her pleasure button and rubbing hard. She bucked against his hard cock, loving the feel as he pounded in and out of her, not caring if it hurt her or not. 

Suddenly, his cock was out and he was jerking her around, her face in his crotch. Her mouth was shoved on his cock and he began to fuck her rapidly, ignoring her gagging movements. Annalise began to relax, to take more of him in, the gagging gone. She looked up from his crotch to find him watching her, his eyes like steel. He fucked her mouth a few more times before he came hard, filling her mouth with his come. Annalise took it all, swallowing every drop. When she was finished, he pushed her back on to the bed and lay beside her, breathing hard. 

Victoria came around to her and began kissing his taste out of her mouth. When she was through, she grabbed Annalise's breasts, kissing and sucking them until the nipples were hard. She then moved down between her legs, spreading them wide with her hands. Dominic had raised himself on his arm and was now watching, his own hands straying to Annalise's breasts. He squeezed them just as Victoria tasted her pussy. Annalise groaned and wriggled her crotch, pleasure evident on her face. Dominic kissed her mouth softly, his tongue finding hers in a dance of desire. It didn't take her long to come, she was so aroused by the sensation of two people on her at once, two feelings of pleasure simultaneously. She became still, not wanting it to end, but all too suddenly it was gone. 

When she was through, Dominic moved her in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his hand in her hair. Victoria lay up against her, her leg thrown over her, her hand on her breast. Exhausted, they fell asleep intertwined in their pleasure playground.




Chapter Four

When Analise awoke the room was still dark. Lying on her stomach, she reached for Dominic but grasped only the empty sheet. She rolled over onto her back looking for Victoria, but again, nothing. As her eyes adjusted to the darkened room she saw that it was empty. She felt sad in a way to be alone, but at the same time the euphoria from the evening's activities remained fresh in her mind. She replayed the scenes in her mind. The feeling of Victoria's soft skin, the hardness of Dominic's cock, his come taste in her mouth while kissing the other woman, all of these sensations repeated in her mind as she gazed at the ceiling.

"Don't touch that cunt without my permission!" Dominic's voice brought her back to reality. 

She hadn't even realized that she was touching herself. She felt the wetness on her fingers as she withdrew them from between her legs. She sat up quickly and looked up at him, standing near the bed. He was wearing a black silk robe, his strong face stern but not harsh. Her eyes looked down.

"I'm sorry, master," she said. She was glad to see that he hadn't left her by herself for long.

"I guess I can't leave a cunt like you alone," he said. "Such a fucking whore you are."




Thunder and Domination



Analise's eyes still at his feet, she could see his bathrobe parting on its own. Dominic's cock was hardening, and was beginning to strain against the material. It made her smile a little. She was careful not to let him see that.

Dominic was on her quickly. He grabbed her hair, pushing her back onto the bed. He knelt beside her, his robe now opening fully. His beautiful thick cock was almost fully erect now. Analise's mouth began to water. 

But he didn't put it to her mouth just yet. "Does my little cunt want to suck this again?" he demanded.

"Yes, master. I do. Please let me suck you!"

"Not yet." With that he pinched her nipple hard.

"Owww!" Analise couldn't hold in the moan, it really hurt.

"Shut up whore," he spat. She could see his cock grow even harder, still just out of reach of her mouth. He twisted her other nipple. Both were stiff as hell.

Analise was dying to touch herself. She could feel her wetness soaking into the sheets. God she needed his cock inside her. Where was Victoria anyway? She smiled thinking about how her incredible tongue felt so good on her pussy. She could use that now for sure.

Dominic moved closer to her. He took his cock in his own hand and gave it a quick stroke. Analise could see the precum forming on his beautiful tip. He slapped it against her full breast, the softness of his skin in contrast to the hardness of his shaft. He rubbed it over her breast and nipple. It felt really good.

"Now suck it."

She greedily took the shaft between her lips, slurping as she pulled him deep into her mouth. Her hand caressed his balls as she sucked and licked his hardness. He felt so good filling her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum. 

"Yes, slave. You do know how to suck a cock, don't you. Take it all in."

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it toward him. His cock slid down her throat, and she took it easily. He held her head to his body, his thick hard on deep in her mouth. Analise was struggling to breathe now. She hoped he would pull out soon. She started to panic a little, but kept his shaft inside her throat. Finally, he pulled her hair back and she was able to gasp some air before he shoved his cock back again.

He continued to fuck her mouth like that, keeping her struggling to breathe just long enough to excite her even more. She loved the feel of his strong hands on her head and hair as he made her please him.

After a few minutes, his cock growing even harder and thicker, he pulled out completely. "That's a good slave," he said. "I love how you suck my cock. I would cum in your pretty mouth but I need to fuck that wet pussy now."

He quickly turned her over on the bed, bringing her to her hands and knees. Moving behind her, he slapped her ass cheek hard. 

"Ohh I can see that pussy dripping for me," he said.

"Yessss, master. I am so wet for you," she whispered. She wanted to feel him now.

He pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks, leaning against her as he reached around to pinch her nipple again. She squirmed under him, anticipating that feeling of fulfillment. Pressing back against him with her ass, she heard him moan a bit too.

"Mmmm you really do want that cock inside you. I can see that," He whispered. "Let me see that hot little cunt of yours." He pulled back, moving his hand over her smooth ass. With a quick slap, he made redness appear on her cheek. His hand moved lower as she spread her legs wider for him, leaning down on her elbows, giving him full access to her soaked cunt. His hand slipped between her legs, caressing her wetness. He pushed two fingers inside of her with no resistance whatsoever. 

"Ahhhh, yes master. Fuck my cunt, please," Analise moaned.

"You need this cock, don't you whore," Dominic spat. With that, he pushed inside her hard. His cock stretched her pussy more than she was expecting. With the sudden thrust, Analise saw stars, but then quickly turned to pleasure as he began pumping in and out of her wetness. Dominic was possessed, he fucked her fast and hard, each thrust pushing her hard toward the headboard. 

She pressed against him, wanting to feel every inch of his glorious cock. Analise knew she would not be able to hold back her orgasm. The sound of her wetness coating his cock as he pushed in and out made a loud slurping noise which just added to her excitement. He pulled her hair back hard and she wanted to scream in pain, but knew it was so good. He was in total control of her body, and the pleasure was overwhelming to her.

Without warning, her orgasm overtook her. She began moaning uncontrollably, at first trying to muffle the sounds with her face against the sheets, but as he pulled her hair back, she couldn't help but scream out. Her pussy clenched against his thrusting shaft, and she heard Domnic begin to moan louder too.

"I'm cumming in your slut pussy!" he shouted. His cock spasmed as his orgasm shook his body too. He ejaculated a big load deep inside her, and she could feel the combination of their juices dripping out of her onto the sheets below as he pulled out slightly. He pushed back inside as another spasm came over him. 

"Thank you master," she said quietly, fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams.

"You deserved that orgasm, Analise," he said softly. "And many more."



Thunder & Lightening



"Hun, is everything alright in here?" Alex asked as he poked his head into the kitchen where his girlfriend, Scarlett, was washing dishes.

"Uh yeah. I'm fine," she replied, not at all convincing as she began to pick up the pieces of a plate that had shattered as soon as it hit the ground.

"Are you sure?" he asked, bending down next to her and grabbing a hold of her hands, shaking them free of the plate fragments first.

Scarlett tilted her head to the side. "I'm fine, Alex. I promise."

"If you say so," he said, shrugging unconvinced as he stood up and went about his business in their apartment.

"Crap," Scarlett hissed under her breath as the glasses in the cabinet rattled from the loud crashing of thunder outside.

"I knew it!" Alex announced jumping back into the kitchen and wagging his finger at Scarlett.

"You knew what?" she asked, turning back to the sink to wash the rest of the dishes like nothing was wrong.

"You're afraid of the storm!" Alex accused.

Scarlett shook her head and forced a laugh. "You're not serious. I'm twenty years old. I am not afraid of-" 

Before she could complete her sentence another, much louder, crash of thunder was heard and Scarlett jumped about five feet off the ground.

"Yeah. What was it that you were going to say?" Alex asked, coming to his girlfriend's side.

"Fine," she huffed. "I'm a little jumpy, okay?" she admitted, more to the kitchen tile than to Alex's face.

"Scar," Alex said, lifting her chin with his finger so she'd look at him. "You're more than just a little jumpy. You are totally and completely scared shitless."

Scarlett pouted a little, squeezing her eyes shut at the flash of the lightening outside. "Okay, I'm terrified," she admitted, smiling only slightly when Alex's arms slid comfortingly around her waist.

"Thank you for admitting it," he laughed, kissing the side of her head. "What can I do to fix it?"

Scarlett shrugged, leaning her forehead against his. "Keep my mind off it?" she suggested, her body shuddering at another bang of thunder.

He smiled, kissing her forehead. "I got it!" he said, with a look in his eye that usually meant he was up to something.

"What?" Scarlett asked. "I know that look."

"What look?" he asked, playing innocent.

"That look where I know you're up to something. You don't date a guy for 2 and a half years and not know his looks."

"Scar, go sit in the living room. And don't get up until I come back for you, okay?" he instructed, leading her over to the couch.

"Come back for me? Where are you going?" she asked nervously.

"Right upstairs," he assured her with a quick kiss. "It will only be a few minutes. I promise. But please stay here, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay. But you disappearing defeats the purpose of you being here to distract me from the storm."

"I promise if you give me five minutes, you'll be plenty distracted," he said, kissing her again before bounding up the stairs and to their bedroom.

From where she sat in the living room, Scarlett tried her best to concentrate on the sounds of Alex's foot steps running back and forth across their bedroom upstairs and then what seemed like the rest of the house. 

But all she could do was hear the rain slamming against the windows from the high winds, the crashing of thunder and the crack of lightening.

"What the heck is he doing up there?" Scarlett mumbled to herself. 

Knowing Alex, it could be anything.

A few more minutes and one more loud crash of thunder, and the next thing Scarlett knew, she was sitting in the living room in pitch black darkness. If there was one thing she hated more than thunder and lightening, it was the dark.

"Ugh," she yelped. "Alex!" she called out. "You're five minutes are way up!"

"I'm right here, Scar," Alex said, coming down the stairs, already holding a lit candle.

"What the heck were you doing?" 

"You'll see," he smiled coming to her side, helping her up from the couch.

"Alexander," she warned, linking her arm through his. "No funny business."

"Hey," he looked at her. "Trust me."

Scarlett nodded. "I do. And somehow I know that'll bite me in the ass later."

Alex leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, the kind of kiss that could only come from the boy who never remembered to put the seat down, and even though it was Scarlett's biggest pet peeve, she never got mad at him. 

"How about now?" he asked when he pulled away.

"Okay," she smiled, sliding a little closer to him as the entire room filled with light from a flash of lightening outside.

Alex smiled contently and led Scarlett up the stairs. He was careful to hold the candle out enough so they could both see where they were going.

"Close your eyes," Alex told her once they reached the top of the steps.

"Baby, I love you. And I swear I trust you. But why would I close my eyes? It's already dark!"

Alex laughed a little and kissed her quick. "You said you trust me right?" She nodded. "Then just do it."

"Okay," she sighed and close her eyes as Alex led her into their bedroom.

"Open them," he instructed once he had Scarlett standing in the middle of the room.

"Alex," she gasped looking around the room, that was completely outlined by every candle that was in the house.

He smiled, touching the side of her face. "I told you I'd find a way to distract you," he said before pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

"Aww baby," Scarlett gushed. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

Alex smiled against her skin, trailing kisses across her throat as the storm raged on outside.

"Alex," she sighed, leaning back just enough to give him more access to her neck.

"You alright?" he asked, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt and sliding it over her head.

She nodded her head. "Yeah."

Alex smiled, pressing his lips to hers fully and slowly backing her toward their bed that was completely surrounded by the glow of candles.

Scarlett's knees bucked against the edge of the bed and soon her back was touching the mattress. Alex slowly slid her jeans down her legs, tugging them passed her feet and tossing them to the floor. 

He made his way back up her body, lightly fluttering kisses over her soft skin until his lips were on hers again.

Scarlett's tiny hands started fumbling with the button on Alex's jeans and quickly pushed them down his legs. 

She then tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it away. "I hope nothing landed on a candle," she giggled.

Alex smiled, kissing her shoulder. "I think we're okay."

Scarlett melted into the mattress just a little more as Alex began to trail more kisses over the exposed parts of her body before arching her back off the bed and Alex worked on unhooking her bra and adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Alex couldn't help himself when he paused his actions and looked down at Scarlett laying underneath him. He always knew she was beautiful, but there was just something about her being completely exposed under the candle light that made Alex's heart beat just a little faster. He was aware that nobody was perfect, but in his eyes, at that very moment, his Scar came so damn close to perfect it scared him.

"Alex, why are you looking at me like that?" Scarlett asked suddenly feeling self conscious.

Alex shrugged. "I just can't believe how beautiful you are sometimes."

Scarlett smiled a little, ignoring the blush creeping up her cheeks and the rumbles of thunder still going on outside, and leaned up just enough to press her lips to his.

"I love you," Alex said against her mouth.

"I love you too," she replied, wrapping her fingers around the waist band of his boxers and pushing them down.

It didn't take long before they were both laying there, shed of all clothing, moving their lips against each others while the rain poured down in buckets outside.

"Alex," Scarlett said in that breathy way that made him crazy. "I need you."

He gently moved his lips over hers. "You have me," he assured her, pulling his lips away from hers.

Scarlett whimpered at the absence of his lips on hers, but was quickly silenced when his lips connected with her skin.

Alex's lips started at the hollow of her throat and slowly continued to make their way south, while the fingers on his right hand started at her right knee and slowly danced their way north.

His lips finally met the area of her breasts, and Alex was sure to pay each of them equal and loving attention with his lips, tongue and maybe even his teeth.

With perfect timing, Alex slipped two fingers passed Scarlett's opening and pressed them hard against her aching bud, just as a loud clap of thunder boomed outside and lighting filled the room.

Scarlett let out a sharp gasp that Alex had hoped was a result of him, and not the storm.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

Scarlett smiled and leaned up to kiss him. The way he kept asking her if she was okay was very reminiscent to the first night they had done this together and made her heart jump. 

"I'm fine," she said, stifling a moan as Alex began to rub his fingers in a steady, circular motion.

"Good," he smiled, bringing his lips back down to her left breast where he closed his mouth over her perky nipple and quickly took it between his teeth.

At the same time, Alex removed his fingers from her bud and slipped them into her warm hole.

Scarlett let out a soft moan as the pain and pleasure she was experiencing coursed through her body.

"Dammit, Alex," she gasped as he sped up his movements just enough to bring her close to the edge, but not all the way there.

He knew her body perfectly.

"Please, baby," she whimpered, reaching between them and grasping his wrist to aid him in his motions.

He smiled inwardly as he moved over to her right breast and dragged his tongue in lazy circles around the nipple. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Once Scarlett slipped her own finger into her body, meeting Alex's two in the middle, Alex quickly grabbed her two tiny hands in his one hand, and pinned them to the mattress above her head.

"I got this," he assured her, bringing his lips down to hers before quickly removing them and pressing them to the side of her neck.

As his lips began to make their way south again, he slowly began to slid his fingers out from inside her.

"Wh-Wh-What are you d-doing?" she stuttered, arching her hips up to him in hopes of any kind of contact.

Alex didn't respond. He continued to move his mouth south, leaving a trail of reddish marks down the center of her body from where his lips and tongue and teeth had been.

Alex knew that while she always denied it, Scarlett loved to be teased in the bedroom. She loved to be brought to the brink of oblivion, but never really pushed over that brink for a while. And Alex also knew exactly how to do it to her.

"God dammit, Alex," Scarlett hissed again when Alex dipped his tongue into her belly button. "You're going to make me beg for it, aren't you?"

Alex smirked to himself, nudging her legs apart just enough to duck his head between them and attach his lips to her inner thigh.

"You're killing me here," she continued, threading her fingers in the hair at the back of Alex's head, in an attempt to guide him where she needed him.

Deciding she'd been teased long enough, Alex moved his mouth from her thighs, to her warm, and by this time, very wet center.

His tongue flicked over her clit a few times in slow strokes before he began to move it in quick circles causing Scarlett to cry out.

"Holy shit," she moaned, tugging lightly at the hair between her fingers.

Offically, Alex knew he had succeeded. As soon as a swear word slipped passed Scarlett's kiss-swollen lips, he knew he had done a good job.

Generally speaking Scarlett didn't make a habit of swearing. In all the time Alex knew her, he could count on just one hand how many times he'd heard her curse outside the bedroom, and not use all five fingers.

But when she was enjoying sex, like really, really enjoying sex, she could possess the vocabulary to make a truck driver blush.

Each time Alex flicked his tongue over her clit, or ran a circle around it, Scarlett would arch her hips up to him, voluntarlily or not, begging for more.

Fulfilling her silent pleas, Alex plunged his tongue deep into her juicy hole, swirling his tongue in alternating directions.

"So- shit- good," Scarlett moaned, tightening her grip on the hair at the back of his head and holding him in place once his tongue ran over the spot that made her toes curl.

Alex could sense all the signs her body was giving that she was just moments away from orgasm. Her hips began to buck up at him more rapidly, her legs had bent at the knee and the muscles surrounding her pussy were contracting like crazy.

In an attempt to guarantee she hit her peak, Alex slipped his fingers back inside her and began to roll her clit between his thumb and pointer finger while flicking his tongue one last time.

"Oh my God," Scarlett cried out, a wave of pleasure flowing through her body as she orgasmed.

Alex happily lapped up every ounce of her juices before moving back up her body, dragging his tongue and teeth across her skin again as he did so. 

"Damn baby," Scarlett sighed as Alex rested his head on the pillow next to her. She was desperately still trying to catch her breath.

"You okay?" he asked, using the corner of the bed sheet to wipe away a few beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.

"Never better," she nodded, before she shifted her position and was straddling Alex's waist. 

"Scar," he half said, half moaned, when she bent down and pressed her lips to his bare chest. 

"Yes baby?" she asked, looking up at him as she continued to kiss down his stomach. 

"You don't have to," he forced out, as she dragged her tongue just above the waistband of his boxers, but quickly pulling them away.

To add to the long list of differences between Scarlett and Alex, he absolutely hated being teased in the bedroom. If he had any say in the matter, he would get what he wanted, he would get off, and he'd call it a day. Of course, in a much more romantic and passionate way.

Sometimes Scarlett obeyed his demands of "God baby, I need it right now," but sometimes she made him beg for it even worse than he made her beg.

This night in particular, she decided to be a good girlfriend and cut to the chase. He did her right, now it was her turn to return the favor. 

As soon as she tossed his boxers away, her lips instantly attached to the skin at his inner thigh, where she began to kiss, lick and even nibble a little at the skin, and okay, maybe she was going to tease him a little bit.

"Fuck. C'mon baby," Alex hissed, arching his hips off the mattress. 

She looked up at him for a quick moment before she shifted and took the tip of his penis between her lips. 

"That's it," Alex cooed, quickly threading his fingers through her hair and gently forcing her head down more. 

Another loud crash of thunder exploded right outside their window, and Alex couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips when he noticed that again, Scarlett had not reacted at all.

Inch by inch Scarlett began to take his dick further in her mouth, swirling and flicking her tongue in every direction.

Soon, Scarlett had taken Alex completely in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, with a mix of her tongue and teeth that she knew drove her boyfriend crazy.

"God dammit, Scarlett," Alex hissed, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, and gently pushing her head up and down enough to quicken her movement. 

Scarlett then fought against Alex's movements and released some of his dick from her mouth, but quickly covered the untouched skin with her hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around it.

"Fuck," Alex moaned, as Scarlett's hand moved in fast strokes to keep up with the bobbing of her head and the flicking of her tongue.

Just like Alex knew Scarlett's body perfectly, Scarlett knew Alex's, and Scarlett knew that right now, Alex was nearly seconds away from exploding.

"Oh God, Scar," Alex moaned again as Scarlett's hand moved from his shaft to massage his balls, as she took the rest of his dick to the back of her throat, awaiting his release.

"B-Baby," he gasped, "I'm- so- close-" he panted in a warning to her. 

The first time Scarlett had ever gone down on Alex, was the first time she'd ever gone down on anyone and when Alex was brought to the point of orgasm, and came in Scarlett's mouth, she had not been expecting it, and spent the next half hour locked in the bathroom, embarrassed that she had to run off to vomit.

Since then Alex would warn her just when he was about to come, that way she could pull her mouth away and finish him with her hand. But soon enough, she got over her embarrassment and began to finish him off with her mouth completely again.

This time was no different. Scarlett held Alex at the back of her throat, relaxing her muscles back there as she gave his balls one last tug, before Alex moaned her name loudly, one last time, shooting a sticky, sweet load down the back of her throat.

She held his dick in her mouth until she was sure he was finished, and happily lapped up whatever sticky fluid was left over.

Moving up his body, Scarlett collapsed next to Alex as he struggled to catch his breath, just like her.

"You weren't supposed to do that," Alex said, rolling to his side to face Scarlett.

She shrugged. "I wanted to," she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

"Well, I'm glad you did," Alex smirked, lightly kissing the top of her nose.

Scarlett's eyes fell closed as Alex's lips started to roam the side of her neck again and his left hand cupped her left breast, massaging it gently. A soft moan escaped her throat. 

In practically one swift motion, Alex was able to shift their position, and was soon holding himself above Scarlett's body.

She snaked her arms around his back, and grasped his broad shoulders. "Alex," she said breathily. "I need you."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss between her breasts, and moving his way back up north.

"Alex, please," she whispered, arching her hips up just enough so she could feel the heat of his growing erection on her thigh.

"Soon, baby," he assured her, lightly kissing her lips. "Soon."

She should have expected it, but even though he almost always did it, Scarlett was always shocked at the ways Alex would tease her body. And it seemed like every time they slept together, he found a new way to do it.

As his lips continued to wander the rest of her body, Scarlett was beginning to explode with the desire to be, well, fucked.

"Alex," Scarlett said; this time in a more demanding voice, wrapping her fingers around the back of his neck and holding him in place as they made eye contact.

"Yes baby?" he asked.

"I need you inside me."

"I know you do."

At this point, the rumble of thunder outside their bedroom window was lost by each of them. The world could come crashing down around them, but at this moment, the only thing that mattered was each other.

"Please," she whispered, as his lips brushed hers.

He nodded, feeling overcome with desire in the moment as well.

He nudged her legs apart with his knee before settling himself between them once again, holding his, now extremely hard, cock at her opening. 

He slowly rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the length of her pussy lips, causing her body to essentially writhe underneath him. There was one more thing he needed her to say to him, and he knew exactly how to get her there.

"Dammit, Alex. Please," she whimpered, arching her hips up again, and causing the tip of Alex's dick to just slightly penetrate her.

He leaned down close to her ear and asked, "Please what?"





Thunder & Lightening



"Fuck me, Alex," she whispered. "Please fuck me."

That's exactly what he wanted to hear. And with one quick thrust of his hips, Alex had his dick buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy.

"Holy shit," Scarlett cried out, pleasantly surprised by the sudden extreme pleasure, and little bit of pain that spread through her body.

Alex held himself above her, bracing his hands on the mattress, one on each side of her head as he moved his hips in quick circular motions, hitting all the right spots that made Scarlett cry out even louder.

"Oh yeah, Alex," she moaned loudly, tangling in legs with his and digging her nails into his back.

Alex switched his position quickly, moving to a more kneeling position and grasping Scarlett's hips with his hands as he continued to thrust quickly in and out of her.

"God, Baby- I'm so close," she panted, reaching around Alex's neck and pulling him back up to her, crashing her lips to his. 

Alex cradled her body in his, as he desperately tried to keep up the same pace of his thrusts, but he was just as close to orgasm as she was. "Me too, Scar," mumbled against her mouth, as they continued to kiss.

Scarlett lifted her legs, bending them at the knee, and squeezed Alex's hips between them as the first signs of her orgasm began to ripple through her body and she gasped.

Alex pulled away from her lips and Scarlett whimpered just a little bit in protest, looking up at him with wide eyes.

His dark brown eyes bore into her bright green ones. Her eyes were one of the things he loved the most about her. And his eyes, for Scarlett, were like a book. She could read everything he was feeling through them. And right now, looking into his eyes, she knew more than ever how much he loved her.

"I love you," he told her anyway, brushing some hair off her forehead.

She smiled, loving tender moments like this. "I love you, too," she said.

Alex smiled too and with one more thrust of his hips, deep inside her, he cried out as he reached his orgasm and seconds later Scarlett came, screaming his name, along with a string of other expletives. 

Willing his heart rate to return to normal, Alex collapsed on top of her and she quickly wrapped her arms around his body.

They stayed quiet for a little while, the only sound filling the room of their heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. The one obvious thing was the lack of thunder from the storm.

Alex leaned his chin on her chest and looked up at his sleepy girlfriend. "Looks like the storm ended.

She smiled a little, having completely forgotten the reason for their intense sex session. "What storm?"



Thunder and Lightning



The thunder crashed around your house. The lightning raged, the flashes coming so fast at times, that it seemed like daylight. The wind howled over the ocean, whipping the waves into a foamy frenzy. They seemed so far away, because of the noise of the thunder.

You focus on your book, on the wine in your hand hoping to distract yourself from the discomfort you feel in the storm. It's working, but only partially.

Then, from nowhere, a massive gust of wind blew your front door open. You sighed, put down your glass of chardonnay, set your book on the end of the sofa, and got up to close it. 

The lightning flashed, and you see a shape in the darkness. At first the outline of the man shocks you, a sensation of fear tingles down your spine. The shape steps forward, and instinctively you begin to slam the door. 

"There's no need for that,love," the shape says. You instantly know my voice, the confident, powerful tone of it filling you with warmth.

"Oh my..." you gasp and run into my arms. The rain begins to soak quickly through your robe.

"There's no sense both of us getting wet," i say with a wicked smile. You take my hand and lead me inside, and lead me into the laundry room. You toss a pair of boxers and a tshirt in to me, trying hard, but still failing, not to look.

I smile wickedly, the skin tight around my freshly shaved balls, my cock already beginning to harden. "Just a moment dear. I'll be right out," I call to you.

The rain rages on outside, the pattering it against the glass window of your upstairs balcony almost as fast as the pounding in your heart, in your pussy.

I walk up to the bedroom, and lay down beside you, my body totally encasing yours, wrapping you in the safety and warmth of me. "I know you don't like these storms dear, but i'll show you how much fun they can be."

My hand travels lightly between the folds of your robe, finding your nipple and pinching it gently. You moan lightly and lean in for a kiss. Our lips touch first, parting ever so slowly, allowing tongues to tease, to slowly lick around the outside of your teeth, gently but firmly tasting you.

I get up off the bed, pulling you along with me. I lead you down the stairs, pausing only to grab a blanket. I drag you along with me, across the road and over the dunes, onto the beach. I spread the blanket out on the sand, and lay in the rain, luxuriating in the feel of it hitting my legs, soaking through the tshirt. 

I feel your eyes on me as i soak in the power of the storm, feeling it wash over me, as i feel your look. The desire, and the love in your eyes causes my cock to swell again as soon as i look at you. The rain soaked boxers hide nothing from your view.

You see me there, swiftly getting ready for you, and remove the robe. Dropping it to the blanket, you roll on top of me and press yourself into me. Gently grinding your shaved pussy against my totally hard cock causes me to moan.

Your lips lock over mine to savor my moan. We kiss, feeling the wind raze our bodies, the rain pelting your exposed back, the thunder crashing behind us.

You reach down, pulling the tshirt over my head, and quickly slide your hand down over my cock. Rubbing me gently through the boxers, you take one of my nipples into your teeth, biting down on it, and pulling it a bit. I feel your tongue flick across it, teasing me with your tongue. 

You look up at me, and smile evilly, your teeth still holding my nipple. I push against your hand in approval at how we look.

Your tongue slides slowly down my chest, teasing the curly red hair that's there. Working slowly down my stomach, i can feel your hand working faster, then suddenly releasing.

I see you still looking up at me, your eyes never leaving mine, as you grab the bottom of the boxers with your teeth and pull them slowly down my legs. I smile down at you, before closing my eyes to savor you.

I feel your lips working their way slowly up my leg, kissing, licking, nibbling, as you tease closer to what you want.

Your mouth closes slowly over my ball, sucking it into you, slowly licking the smooth skin, tasting it and working your perfect lips around it. With a pop, you let it out, and work the other. Your fingers begin stroking my cock, thick and rigid under your touch.

I feel your tongue lick up the vein, slowly tasting me, and flicking your lips ever so lightly around the head. Your tongue darts around the head of my cock, ever so slowly working your mouth's lubrication onto it. As quickly as you can lick, the rain washes it away, and you just take all of me into your mouth. You begin bobbing your mouth up and down on me, sucking deeply with each stroke, teasing carefully around the head and the slit of my cock.

My breathing becomes shallow and ragged under your incredible attentions. I can feel your fingers wrapping around my balls, slowly kneading and massaging my balls. I moan at your talented mouth, and fight the urge to just start fucking your mouth. I want to feel your pace, your speed, your wants.

Your head continues to dance over my cock, your fingers working my balls ever so slowly, massaging them in your hands, and then gently, slowly raking the very tip of your fingernails across them.

I cry out to the night, "I'm going to cum!"

You suck harder, working your mouth faster and faster over me, the lightning flashes, the report of a thunderclap slams over us, and i cum, shooting deeply into your mouth, watching as you drink me in, savoring the flavor in you.

You slide slowly up my body, kissing me all the way up, until your lips find mine, and close over them. The kiss still tastes of the slight saltiness of my cum.

"Now, it's your turn dear," you say with a wicked grin, pushing me down your sexy body.

I comply willingly, slowly licking down your neck, nibbling on it. Pausing at your perky breasts, i start by licking the underside, admiring how they stand straight up, tightly supported by your muscles. I lick around to your nipple, sucking it into my mouth slowly at first, then with more insistence.

My tongue works back over your nipple, imitating the way you teased me, my eyes locked on yours, seeing them roll back in sheer pleasure. I bite down gently, and then release. 

My tongue works between your breasts, down the firm line of your abs, slowly blowing on the rain soaked skin. I pause to tease around your pierced navel, the shining silver standing out proudly against your perfectly flat stomach. 

My fingers work their way across your thighs, slowly teasing and raising the goosebumps across your body. I see you react and know how ready for me you must be. 

My fingers slide quickly to your wet lips, parting them slowly and sliding two into you. I press on your gspot, teasing it lightly, then with faster insistence as my tongue reaches your clit.

I suck your clit into my mouth, holding onto it with my teeth, flicking my tongue across it. Teasing you faster and faster with my tongue. Working inside you with my fingers, feeling the tension of you leaving with my touch.

My tongue licks slowly around your clit, then moves faster, watching you as you twist and moan under my touch. My fingers work your gspot, teasing and working on you. I moan in to your pulsing pussy, "Yes, hon, give me your cum."

As the waves beat on the sand mere feet from us, I can almost see the waves of your orgasm washing down your stomach. Muscles tighen and release, then your pussy clenches around my fingers, your legs tense underneath me, and i feel the wash of your pleasure.

I slide my fingers out of you, and offer them to you to suck. I feel your tongue around them, your lips surronding them, and the pressure from your sucking.

As i slide up you, you flip me over and mount me. Your pussy so wet and ready for my hard cock. Your legs spread out to either side of me, i feel the pressure of you as you guide my cock into you.

Your wetness and tightness surounds me. I moan in sheer pleasure, feeling you around me. I raise my hips to meet your thrust, seeing your body sillouhetted in the lightning. A vision of perfection above me.

I feel you thrusting down on me, your pussy filled by my cock, the firm, strong strokes bringing me more pleasure with each one.

You lean forward, kissing me deeply as you rock back and forth on my cock, milking the second orgasm from me.

You sit back up, riding my cock faster and faster, putting your hands on my chest to stead you as you begin using your legs to lift you up and down on me. I can see your face contracting in pleasure, ready to explode on me.

You reach down and start rubbing your clit as you fuck me, faster and faster, working me harder, with a moan, my entire body tenses. The shudder of cum from my cock fills your pussy, and drives you over the edge, our orgasms in time with the thunder, an explosion of noise that seems to be a celebration from Nature of our pleasure.

You fall into my arms, and we kiss, and laugh in sheer joy at what we've just done.

We roll over on the blanket a bit, enjoying the sound, the feel of the rain on our naked bodies. I pull the robe around your shoulders and smile at you. You help me with the wet boxers and the dripping tshirt.

We hold hands as we dash back to your house, dripping all over the foyer as we strip naked again. With a soft chuckle, i look at you and say "Shall we shower?"

You laugh heartily and take my hand, leading me upstairs. Your turn, giving me a lovely view of your body, and say, "thank you hon, i think i'll lose some of that fear of storms i have after this."

I simply smile and look you up and down, drinking in the lovely form in front of me.



Thunder And Lightning



The sound of running water, the trilling of birds in the trees and the sun peeking over the mountain were what woke me. As I lay there luxuriating in the freedom of the Idaho Rocky Mountains, I became aware of the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the crackle of a fire outside the tent. I groped the sleeping bag next to me looking for my lover to discover that she had already gotten up.

I crawled from my warm bed and stepped out of the tent to greet the day. The chill on my naked body was quickly warmed by the fire and the sight of Gail's firm body. The sun bathed her in soft light, highlighting her firm little breasts, the nipples rock hard. 

I stepped behind her and gathered her in my arms cupping her titties as I nibbled her neck. Her soft moan began to cause my semi hard cock to stiffen. She reached behind her and softly cupped my balls as she pressed back into me. I lightly pinched her nipple and caressed her belly, moving to her clean shaven pussy.

Gail pushed my away with a soft" Down boy" and poured me a cup of coffee. We sipped from the steaming mugs in quiet contemplation of our surroundings and each other. I was very aware of how much I adored my wife as I devoured her with my eyes.

Her body was perfect to me, her high pointed titties, and the puckered reddish nipples like little rocks. Her firm rounded ass that fit so perfectly in my hands, but best of all her bare naked puss. I could see her clit poking out of her sweet fat lips as she stood there with her legs slightly spread. 

She was eyeing my rising cock. She snuggled into my arms and again cupped my swollen balls. Her hard nipples left little trails of tingles of tingles on my chest as she stroked my hard cock. I felt her other hand slip between us and into her sweet cunt lips. As usual, she quickly flooded her hand with her sweet juice as she came close to her orgasm.

Stepping back she released my shaft and jammed two fingers into her steamy pussy. Her moans and trembling grew louder as she came once and rapidly once more time. As she began to come down from the high of her first orgasms of the day she offered her dripping fingers to my eager mouth.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply to thank her for the little show she had just given me. The exhibitionist in her definitely satisfied the voyeur in me. I thoroughly enjoyed every gift this sensual, erotic woman gave to my willing eyes and body.

We went back to enjoying the morning, our coffee and the freedom of our life together. After a few moments Gail suggested a walk to the nearby hot spring for our morning bath.

Grabbing towels and a bar of soap, we held hands on the short walk. I was so proud of Gail displaying her firm body to the other campers around us. Her titties were bouncing slightly with each step. Though nudity was common at the springs we both attracted more than our share of attention whenever we went there. My tall husky body was offset very nicely by my wife's sweet body as she displayed her charms to the world.

Slipping into the hot spring water, we let it begin its magic. As usual for this early in the morning there were only a few others there... I enjoyed the variety of naked bodies we found at Gold Fork, from sexy to plain unattractive all enjoying the naturist life...

Gail pushed herself from the water and sat on the edge of the pool to cool down. She displayed her pretty pussy by pulling one leg to her chest and let the other dangle in the water. Seeing her clit poking out was just too much for me. I moved between her legs and began to nibble on her love button. She pulled my face tight into her puss urging me to lick deeper into her warm folds.

I could taste her arousal as her pussy began to replace the taste of the water with her juices. I buried my tongue deeper trying to drink every drop. Her rubbed her plump slit against my face as her ass began to jump and buck as she came, her warm juices flooding my mouth. Licking harder I took her through another quick climax.

She pulled me to my feet to lick her juices from my face, and then whispered into my ear that the other half dozen people around the pool had watched every second of our play. Knowing how much that turned her on I asked her to suck my cock. Slipping back in the water, she took my eager cock in her mouth. I could feel the tip hit the back of her throat as she took me fully in her mouth. Her flickering tongue on the underside of my shaft was heaven. This lovely woman knew just the right combination of teeth lips and tongue to quickly bring me to the edge of filling her mouth. Before I could cum, she stopped. Lifting her head and looking me in the eyes, her grin told me that this was going to be a tease day. Her grin told me she had other plans as she whispered in my ear "I want you to cum in my ass, later."

Stepping back in the water I looked around at the other people. The naked desire evident on their faces was obvious with at least two of the men trying to surreptitiously masturbate under the water. Sexual activity was common when there were no kids at the pool. Gail and I had watched many shows similar to the one we had just put on, occasionally taking part when there was someone we both wanted to try.

After several more minutes of soaking we moved to the bathtubs at the lower end of the pool for our baths. I washed my wife's body lovingly, paying attention to the things I knew that she liked having done. I soaped her firm little titties playing with her nipples until she began to squirm. I moved my hand down her belly caressing her firm skin but she stopped my hand before I could get between her legs. Handing me her razor she sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. I soaped her folds and carefully shaved the fat lips that gave us both so much pleasure. By the time I scraped away the last of the stubble prom her beaver she was so close to coming that it only took two licks at her pussy to get another shower of her squirt.

Gail returned to the water and finished her bath, then began to wash my body. She returned the favor I had done for her and shaved the light stubble from my almost hairless cock and palls. She was intent on her tease as she would bring me to erection and then let it soften, only to repeat the process.

Finishing our baths, we strolled naked back to camp enjoying the warm morning sun on our skin. We spent the rest of the morning doing camp chores and just enjoying each other and the freedom of being naked and the eroticism radiating from each other. 

Gail was constantly touching her pussy every time she got a chance. I continued to follow her lead knowing that my lover was going to make me come from my toes when she was ready. I could smell the scent of coconut in the air as we lay and baked in the sun. 

Every time I looked at her she was fondling her pussy or titties. I have no idea how many times she shot off that morning, but her moans and whimpers were driving me nuts because she wouldn't let me touch her or myself. The show was wonderful, but it was very difficult to restrain myself. I was almost out of my mind with desire when a thunderstorm swept in.

We had both been so focused on Gail's playing that we didn't even notice the clouds until the drops of rain soaked us. Shocked, we scrambled for the tent. The humor of the situation hit as we began to dry each other off. Our giggles gave way to caresses and kisses.

Gail pushed me back on the air mattress and took my hard cock in her warm mouth. She sucked me so deep into her throat I felt her lips on my naked pubes. Her plump pussy was just out of reach of my mouth, the fingers buried in the plump folds. Her mouth didn't even slow as she came twice, her juices raining down onto my face and into my waiting mouth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her dripping cut to my eager mouth. I had to push her eager mouth off my cock so I wouldn't shoot my load too soon.

Her warm wet pussy was as soft as silk in my mouth. I drank all the sweet nectar of her dripping cunt that I could but she was shooting off so quickly I thought I was going to drown in her squirt. Her body heaved and bucked as one orgasm after another took her.

Slipping a finger into her ass, I began to lubricate it for what I knew she wanted. I didn't think she could get any hotter but Gail did. She shoved back onto my finger taking it to the knuckles. She quickly came again and collapsed to the mattress. I rolled her to her stomach and pulled her ass in the air. Slipping two fingers into her ass, I pushed two in her sopping pussy. I could feel her asshole loosen and lubricate as I hand fucked those sweet love tunnels. 

Positioning my self behind her, I pushed my cock into her pussy and began to pump. As I stroked into her gaping puss I became aware of the storm outside that seemed to match the storm in the tent. A crash of thunder rocked us as Gail was creating her own rain shower. The hammering rain on the tent was drowned out by our panting and moans of ecstasy.

Pulling her cunt off my cock, she guided me into her ass. I knew that I wouldn't last much longer as her anus clinched my cock. I buried myself to the hilt as I cupped her dangling titties in my hands. 

My senses were on fire from the storm inside our bodies as we slammed into each other. I know that we were matching the intensity of the storm as we neared the fire of mutual orgasm. Gail begged me to fill her ass with cum as she began to buck again.

My balls erupted, flooding her tight ass with hot jism. I had never felt an orgasm that intense as the tent was again rocked from a burst of thunder. To this day I don't know if the flash I saw was lighting or my overloaded brain.



We collapsed into each other arms, sharing that joy that only two lovers that are perfect for each other know. Although we had many other escapades together, that day was probably the best that we ever had together, 

The Day of Thunder and Lightning. 

Dedicated to Gail, the best lover I have ever had.



Thunder and Lightning



Thunder rumbled in the distance accompanied by flashes of lightning that ripped the sky in twain. Rain fell in near thunderous streams, never ending torrents of water like an eternal waterfall. Night had already fallen and darkness swallowed the world with no moon or stars to light the way. The only shelter for miles in the rocky crags and mountainous peaks was a single cave that looked big enough for a small family of bears to live in. Two figures lay asleep on the caves cold rocky floor, shinobi of Yumagakure, ANBU on one of many missions. A particularly bright flash of lightning lit the cave up and a loud crack of thunder quickly followed, Natsuhi Kururugi whimpered in her sleep, sweat beaded on her face. The slight figure of the young shinobi curled tightly around herself, the woolen blanket covering her, tightly wrapped around her body. She awoke with a start as another flash of lightning ripped the sky, the throws of her nightmare clutching her insides in its dark tendrils. Natsuhi sat up and pulled her knees into her chest resting her chin on the bony joints, she stole a glance at her companion, Kuroi Muramasa. He looked so peaceful sleeping on the cold ground, his usual troubles not apparent on his pale skin. She reached down and brushed a lock of feathery, dark mahogany hair from his eyes hoping not to wake him up but he did and he growled, grabbing a kunai from his pocket, pinning the young shinobi the kunai at her throat. Normally he would have killed first and asked later but this time, his killer instincts didn't take over, as they should have.

"K-kuroi." She breathed. "I-I'm sorry."

Kuroi deftly flipped the kunai around in his hand and shoved it back into his pocket, reaching back down to the pinned Natsuhi. He silently slid his hands down under her head and back and shifted her onto his lap. Natsuhi's vibrant emerald eyes were wide and full of fear, the nightmare still gripping her enough that Kuroi frightened her. His expression softened and he slid his hand from the back of her head through her knotted ruby tresses to her face where he placed a single finger to her face to silence her. She tried to talk but he silenced her with a soft "Shhhhhh" gently shifting her so that she sat more comfortably in his lap with her head pressed against his chest.

"I know you've had a nightmare Natsuh." Kuroi spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded slowly against him, a light flush gracing her cheeks. He closed his dark chocolate eyes gently rocking the two of them knowing that the grip of terror still held Natsuhi firm in its grasp. Natsuhi in turn also closed her eyes, paying heed only to the solidity of Kuroi's body and the dull even thuds of his heartbeat. She almost instantly relaxed, his warm scent filling her nostrils, cinnamon and cloves. He started gently stroking her hair, a calm aura surrounding them both.

       Natsuhi sighed softly in contentment and wrapped her arms around Kuroi feeling immensely better than she did before. Her mind began to wander from the terrors the nightmare had her gripped in to the person who held her on his lap. Kuroi was her most dear friend in the world outside of Kakashi and a few others; she knew that she had fallen in love with him and there was no way she would let him leave her life. As Kuroi tightened his grip on her waist, she knew that this was the time to say something about it, unfortunately her mouth dried up and her tounge seemed to stick to the roof of her mouth. Thankfully Kuroi started to talk instead.

"Natsuh, can I ask you something?"

"Hmmmm?" She managed to say, somewhat sleepily.

"What would you do if I kissed you?"

Natsuhi froze, kissed her? Was he really saying what she thought he did? Her heart began racing, a bright red blush formed on her cheeks, and her eyes opened, her head tilting up so her eyes met with Kuroi's smouldering gaze. She almost didn't reply, her words catching in her throat; her eyes glimmered with so many unspoken emotions.

"I-I u-uhhhhhhhh..." Kuroi didn't wait for Natsuhi to finish speaking before he softly cupped her cheek, bringing her face to his own and pressed his warm lips softly against hers. She didn't know what to do at first except blink but a second later realized what was happening and kissed him back. Her grip tightened around him and Kuroi responded by pulling her closer to him, tightening his own grasp on her. As the kiss deepened, Natsuhi's heart began to flutter and she felt almost lightheaded, her mind reeling. Just about three seconds later, Kuroi broke the kiss, grinning sheepishly at her with a blush of his own tingeing his cheeks. It took a few seconds before either of them could speak, their eyes locked in a smouldering gaze; finally Natsuhi spoke up.

"That's what I would do. " Her formerly sleep-laden voice quietly sounded in the noise of the storm, her voice barely above a whisper. Before he could get anything else in, Natsuhi leaned forward pressing her lips to his in another kiss, passions unbridled and free to do as they pleased. Kuroi hummed in appreciation and repositioned Natsuhi so that she straddled him, his hands reaching up to tangle themselves in her cherry tresses. She tilted her head to the side and pressed herself closer to him, her breasts flattening against his solid chest. Kuroi hummed again, smiling into the kiss a bit before nipping at her lower lip tenderly causing Natsuhi to gasp softly and her lips to part. As her lips parted, Kuroi deftly delved his tounge into her mouth, coiling it around her own. He tasted her sweetness and it was every bit as sweet as he imagined. Their mouths moved against one another, they could feel each other's passions, their suppressed feelings finally showing to each other.

       Natsuhi pressed ever closer to him and gave off a low hum from the back of her throat, feminine and deep. She hungrily drank in everything he had to offer, holding his gaze just as he held hers. Their tounges continued to dance in a passionate tango, their bodies heating rapidly. Kuroi broke the kiss to trail a string of kisses down her jawline to her neck where he dragged his teeth down her flesh causing her to shiver in pleasure. He trailed his lips down to the crook of her neck and softly bit down on the exposed flesh, moaning her name out. More shivers ran up her spine and electricity sparked through her body, she felt lit up like a live wire and her fingers dug into the hard plane of his back.

"K-Kuroi!" She moaned back, his gentle nibbling's turning her on oh so much. He chuckled getting the response he wanted and bit down harder on her flesh, his tounge circling the area with small, darting strokes. His left hand trailed from her back down to the supple mounds of her breasts and cupped one lightly while his other hand trailed down the length of her body to her hip where he softly caressed it through the fabric of her clothing. Natsuhi felt fire coursing through her veins; he knew what to do to make her melt and it seemed that, that was his goal. She slumped into him, pressing herself as close into his hand as possible, her eyes finally slinking shut to the sensations. Natsuhi buried her head in the crook of his neck to stifle a particularly loud moan, her hips rocking into his of their own accord. Kuroi groaned and roughly squeezed her breast in return, whispering in her ear.

"Moan my dear, moan for me. No one will hear but me." Kuroi nibbled on her ear lobe a little before trailing more searing kisses down her jaw back down to reclaim her lips hard and with all the passion he could. Natsuhi's heart melted knowing fully now, how he felt about her and she moaned his name loudly but the sounds were swallowed by his lips against hers.

       Her breasts tender peaks hardened against his hand and chest, aching against the restraints of her breast wrappings and fishnet shirt she wore over to sleep in. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple softly through the layers of her wrappings. Kuroi deftly pulled the net shirt up and over the mounds to rest just above them and he went back to playing with her hardened peak. She groaned again and Kuroi took the time to delve his tounge back into her mouth. He lightly pushed her down so he could unzip his own vest and slough it off behind him before he grasped both of her breasts in his hands, his thumbs dancing over her diamond hard peaks eliciting another moan from Natsuhi. She realized how wet he made her and a blush crept up onto her cheeks, staining them a deep red. Kuroi arched one of his eyebrows, trailing kisses back along her jaw to her ear so he could whisper to her.

"Why the blush, feeling embarrassed? We can stop if you'd like..."

Her blush deepened and as she replied, her voice sounded heady and thick and she opened her eyes to gaze into his. "No, please don't stop. I-I..."

"Are you sure you want this? You can say no and I won't pursue this any farther and things will go back to the way they were." Kuroi spoke softly, an almost sad tinge to his voice. Natsuhi brought a hand up to cup his cheek, her gaze softening, welling with love.

"Kuroi, I love you, I want this more than anything right now so please, don't stop. I want you, I want you Kuroi."

His own smouldering gaze changed, softening to a fire fueled by his own passions and his own love upon hearing her confession. "I won't stop Natsuhi, I won't stop now or ever, I promise you this. I love you as well Natsuhi Kururugi, I have for a long time. I want you to be mine, I need you."

She beamed and their faces collided yet again, her mouth opening to his so that again their tounges could dance together as one. He trailed one of his hands from her breasts down body, tracing a circle around her belly button before dipping his hand lower to caress her inner thigh. Natsuhi whimpered softly, her legs opening even more than they already were. Kuroi traced his fingers even further up her thigh and stroked them along her folds through the fabric of her pants, she hissed but her hips arched back up into his hand and he kept stroking. Her hips rocked against his fingers, each stroke sending her closer to that point of no return.

"You're so wet my love."

Natsuhi nodded, whimpering again; she slid one of her own hands down to stroke his hardness through his pants. Kuroi grunted, quickly getting harder under her ministrations.

"N-natsuhi... I can't take it anymore. I'm going to snap."

"N-neither can I." She replied, feeling her own pressing needs and slid the stretchy sopping material off her lithe legs, revealing her wet pink folds. Kuroi groaned again and practically ripped his own pants and boxers off in passionate fervor. A heady glint shone in both their eyes as he joined the two of them, mind body and soul, a low groan rumbling through him at her tightness.

"K-Kuroi! A-Aaaaaan..." Natsuhi moaned out as he slid into her, her hands wrapping themselves around him, her fingers digging again into the hard planes of his back. "Y-you're so big..."

"Let me know if this hurts too much and I'll stop. We can finish another way." Kuroi breathed back to her, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck.

"N-no, please don't stop; it feels good."

He nodded and began slowly moving, innnnnnnnnnn, ouuuuuuuuuuuut; gradually picking up pace as Natsuhi acclimated to the feeling. Natsuhi moaned in a simpering, feminine way, Kuroi groaning in chorus.

       Natsuhi slowly began to keep pace with him, matching the rhythm of the most ancient of songs; a most pleasured of smiles spread on Natsuhi's face. Quickly Kuroi trailed more kisses down her neck, biting hard down on many places, his tounge sliding across each of the bite marks eliciting more hard moans from her who in turn bit down on his neck to muffle the moans out of habit. A low rumbling groan slid past his lips as he tilted his head back and arched his hips forward to thrust deeper into her. Natsuhi arched herself into him as well in return, forcing him even deeper inside her as she sped up, Kuroi easily matching the new pace.

"K-kuroi....Nnnnnnnnnnnn."

       He smiled, bringing his face toward hers to yet again clam her lips, capturing the moan with the tender of kisses. She happily returned the kiss and caught Kuroi's tounge with her own. The two sped up with reckless abandon, driving each other toward the brink of release as fast as they dared. Sweat glistened off their bodies running rivulets down the dirt of the day. Thunder clapped again in the distance, lightning flashed, illuminating the pair of lovers in the heat of passion in stark relief.

"I'm.... Not going to...Last much nnnnnnnn, longer my dear." Kuroi moaned in Natsuhi's ear, her tightness sucking him in and holding him like a clamp. He couldn't take it much longer at all, she drive him to the edge much faster than he expected and he loved her for it.

"N-neither am I. A-Aaaaaaaaaaa..." She responded with another moan, digging her fingers harder into his back. Another flash of lightning lit the sky up, illuminating the two just as Kuroi and Natsuhi couldn't take it any longer. Thunder rumbled in chorus to their cries of release, Natsuhi's orgasm flexed and pulsed through her whole body as Kuroi tensed, releasing his seed deep inside her. Both shinobi collapsed on the stone floor, Kuroi still inside her. They both panted and Kuroi shifted the two of them so that Natsuhi lay with her back against his chest. He stroked her hair and she had a glow of contentment surrounding her.

"Did you like that my love?" He asked, trailing a few chaste kisses along her neck.

"Yes, yes I did, I've never felt anything like that before." She breathed, her eyes slinking back shut again.

"I'm glad I made you feel as good as you made me feel." Kuroi draped an arm over her midsection and kissed her neck one last time.

"I aim to please..." Natsuhi mumbled sleepily. He pulled her closer, grabbing one of their blankets that migrated over a bit from them and threw it over their forms.

"Sleep my love, sleep well."

Soon both Yuma shinobi were fast asleep, the rain finally ending.



Thunder and Lightning



Many, many thanks to my friend Gayle for editing this story! Comments welcome.

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I'm not going to lie to you; the last few years of my life were not exactly a non-stop highlight reel of happy events. My wife Janet and I had been having trouble for quite a while, but decided to stay together until our only child went off to college. We made it a point to appear every bit the loving couple in front of our daughter Heather, but in reality we had fallen out of love some time before. Just weeks after Heather left for university, Janet had filed all the necessary paperwork and our union of twenty two years was dissolved in the blink of an eye. 

It was a difficult period for me, trying to adjust to life without both my wife and daughter. I purchased a small home closer to my job, while Janet was awarded our old place as part of the settlement. I think Heather blamed me for the divorce as when she was home from school she seemed to gravitate towards her mother more than to me. Maybe it was just that she enjoyed staying in the old house as it provided some stability and comfort. Regardless, I rarely got to see her, although we often exchanged e-mails and chatted on the phone regularly. 

I could never tell my daughter the truth of course, that her mother was a frigid bitch. When we dated, Janet said she was saving herself for marriage, so I looked forward to many nights of passion after our wedding. The reality proved much different from my fantasies, as she was strictly a missionary girl, and even then only when I begged. I was surprised when we received word she was pregnant with Heather as we made love so infrequently. Up until then I had actually contemplated divorce, but after the happy news that quickly went on the back burner.

When Heather was born I can honestly say I fell in love on the spot. She was a tiny little thing, all of four and a half pounds, but just as cute as a button. As she grew into a toddler and beyond, my love only grew right along with her. Every day I found something new and wonderful to cherish about her. 

Heather was in every way a completely normal child, until an event changed one aspect of her life. Around the time she was six or seven, our neighbor's home was struck by lightning, and burned to the ground. Janet and I did our best to shelter Heather from the reality of what had happened, but of course the older children on the block were not as cautious. As kids are wont to do, they spoke about the horrors of lightning, and its destructive capacity. Heather would come home telling tall tales of people being hit and exploding into millions of pieces, or having their bodies incinerated on the spot, all courtesy of the neighborhood kids. 

From then on, anytime we experienced an electrical storm, Heather was sure to be found nearby. When thunder and lightning rolled by during the evening, she would instantly be between us in our bed, her head buried in the nape of my neck, holding on for dear life. Her pediatrician told us she would outgrow it, and she did to a small extent, yet still became scared by the slightest rumble even into her high school years. 

Time flew by and before I knew it Heather was in her junior year at State. In the two-plus years since she started school, I had probably seen her no more than a dozen times, which bothered me immensely. I felt like a big part of me had been taken away, and I was left with a huge void in my life. 

Janet's and my relationship was pretty much nonexistent, so I had not been aware that she had begun dating again until Heather mentioned how much she despised her mom's new boyfriend, Grant. I must say, I did feel a momentary pang of jealousy that my ex had chosen another man, but in reality it was high time we moved on. Unlike Janet, I had poured myself into work and had only dated one woman a few times before we both realized we just didn't click. I was puzzled that the one who seemed to hate affection found a partner, while I could not. 

I was thrilled when Heather asked if she could move in with me for her summer break. She had spent the previous two summers with her mom, but apparently did not want to be around Grant on a frequent basis. Naturally, I instantly agreed, and looked forward to having my princess back. 

The first few days after Heather moved in seemed awkward as we both tried to reestablish what had been so natural only a few years before. My home was smaller than what my daughter was used to, but we quickly settled into a peaceful coexistence which seemed to work for us both. I did my best to provide her as much privacy as possible, but welcomed every minute she chose to spend with me.

About three weeks after she was home, the weather forecast called for a strong front to blow through that evening, packing heavy winds, thunder and lightning. Heather and I were watching the news together when the meteorologist passed along the details. While I tried to appear outwardly unconcerned, inside I was actually quite worried about her reaction. I glanced over at her and could see the tension written clearly across her pretty face. 

When we made ready for bed, Heather gave me a long hug. I could tell she was nervous, so I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'm always here if you need anything, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Daddy," she responded with a forced smile, just before she trotted off to her room.

I'm not sure what time it was, but the house was dark when a loud crash woke me from my slumber. The storm had clearly rolled in and was unleashing its fury. Rain pelted my windows and wind whipped over the house, causing it to shudder. Only seconds later, I heard a soft voice from my open door, "Daddy, are you awake?"

I could just barely make out a small form near the door, and replied towards it, "Yes, baby."

I knew what she was going to say before she uttered another word, so I was not surprised when she asked, "May I get in bed with you?" 

At twenty one years of age, Heather clearly had not outgrown her fear of thunder and lightning, so I just had to say yes. I pulled the thin sheet off my body and patted the open spot beside me and said simply, "Get over here."

Heather pretty much sprinted across the room and dove into the bed alongside me. She instantly burrowed her forehead into the nape of my neck and pressed her body tightly against my left side, just like she had as a child. Her groin was pressed to my hip and her left thigh rested over my own as she readied herself for the violent weather. She was wearing what appeared to be a matching set of pajamas, with a button-down top and a pair of shorts. The result was that I felt her warm skin against my own bare leg as I was clad in only a pair of boxer shorts on the humid summer evening. 

With each flash of light I felt her body stiffen in anticipation of the bang that was sure to follow. When the thunder rolled, she often whimpered, just as I remembered from years before. I wanted to let her know she was safe, so I held her tight and whispered words of encouragement into her ears. I repeated variations on, "I've got you sweetheart," over and over again. Even though she was frightened and I worried about her greatly, it still felt wonderful to have her back with me to once again assume the role of her protector. 

After what seemed like ages, but in reality was probably no more than an hour, the storm waned. From her soft, rhythmic breathing I knew Heather had finally drifted off to sleep, much to my relief. Finally feeling relaxed myself, I eased back into my bed and fell asleep holding my princess. 

I awoke a few hours later with a wonderful feeling washing over my body. I had not been in bed with another warm body next to my own in ages, and the change was refreshing and candidly stimulating. It took a moment for me to clear my sleepy head and recall just who it was pressed so tightly against me, yet when I did I was troubled that the wonderful feeling I was experiencing came from being so close to my own daughter. 

I felt a heat from my crotch, and realized that my cock was hard as a rock, yet something was different than usual. Shockingly, I immediately understood that there was a hint of pressure around it, like I was being gently squeezed by something soft and warm. I fought to see into the darkness, but I soon realized the cause of the pleasurable sensation. Apparently at some point my erection must have grown through the fly of my underwear, because Heather was holding it in her small hand. I was absolutely stunned, and my mind raced. What I should do?

My daughter was motionless and breathing steadily with her head still resting on my chest, so I prayed she was still asleep. I tried my best to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake her and embarrass both of us with our predicament. It had been over a year since a woman had held me so intimately, and as much as I loved the feeling, just had to extricate myself from her sensual embrace as carefully as possible. 

Since Heather was partially atop me and my left arm was buried under her, I slowly moved my right hand towards my crotch. Very gently, I eased her fingers open one by one, until she released my throbbing cock from her hand. Once open, I grasped her wrist and pulled it up and set her arm upon my chest. She never flinched, so I hoped a major crisis had been narrowly averted. 

As she lay close, I pondered her life. When she went off to college, Heather reminded me a lot of her mother. She was rather shy, and candidly I suspected she was a virgin. She certainly was attractive, yet appeared more interested in her studies than boys, which delighted me. I wanted her to have options in her life and not subjugate herself to the whims of the first guy she dated. 

I also contemplated what she did during storms at school, and who may have been providing her comfort. Did she have a special male friend, or did she just cling to her roommate Marissa in the dead of the night? I was more comfortable with the latter, but would understand the former of course as she was no longer a child. 

When Heather finally awoke, she looked tired but none the worse for wear. She gave no indication of discomfort with being close to me, so I assumed she had no idea about where her hand had been earlier, which relieved me greatly. She gazed up at me with her pretty blue eyes and said, "Morning Daddy."

"Morning sweetheart," I responded. 

She smiled back, and after a long yawn, stated, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you."

I didn't say a word; I just leaned forward and lovingly kissed her forehead. I was reminded so much of when she was young and how much I treasured our time together. Heather may have grown, but she was still very much my little girl. 

It was a Saturday morning and neither of us had to work, so Heather got up and made a hearty breakfast. I watched her move around the kitchen confidently, very different from the frightened girl who was in my bed earlier. She had a certain grace as she moved about, probably from the years of dance and ballet classes she attended. 

Heather was still dressed in her cute peach pajamas, which in the light of day showed off her tanned legs and a hint of cleavage. I couldn't help but soak her in beauty. She stood about five foot five, with long natural blonde hair, blue eyes and a wonderful figure. Of course I'm biased, but my daughter really was lovely both inside and out. 

Heather proudly served me what she had cooked and joined me at the table were we enjoyed both the meal and each other's company. We chatted casually throughout the meal, but as I sipped my coffee after eating, Heather became more serious. She apologized for not seeing me more over the previous couple of years, and said it took her a while to realize just how much she missed me. "The more men I'm around, the more I realize just how special you are, Daddy," she said, which made me feel wonderful.

After breakfast we washed the pots and pans side by side at the sink. Heather told me it was her job and she could handle things, but I relished the opportunity to stand aside her as we had done many times years before. We occasionally bumped hips intentionally and laughed like kids as we made light of our work. It was wonderful to hear the giggles of a woman in my home once more.

Over the following days, it was hard to shake the image of Heather holding my cock. I had never thought about her sexually prior to that episode, but suddenly it was hard to think of her otherwise. It had been a long time since someone had held me in such a sexual way, and my mind kept wandering back to the feeling I had with her small hard wrapped around my rigid tool.

I found myself looking at her more often, noticing subtle things I previously had not appreciated before. The way she played with her hair when she watched TV. The way she bit her lip as she studied the latest crossword puzzle from the morning paper. She had a number of cute little idiosyncrasies, and I wanted to learn them all. 

Heather had a summer internship at a local high-tech company. I noticed that she dressed rather conservatively during her work day, but as soon as she arrived home she usually slipped into a short skirt or shorts and tight top. Regardless of how she dressed, she looked sexy, but I must admit I loved seeing her in the skimpy evening outfits.

We chatted over dinner almost every evening, and it was wonderful to catch up on everything I had missed over the preceding years. I was curious about her love life and tried to subtly inject comments without being too overt. She told me she dated a couple guys at school, but, "Nothing serious." I must say, that gave me a great feeling of relief, but I was still troubled by how she came to have my cock in her hand the morning of the last storm. I did the best I could to repress the memory, but it was difficult since she was the only woman in my life at that moment.

Before bed every night Heather usually slipped into a cute pair of pajamas, but occasionally I found her in one of my old tee shirts and a pair of short shorts. I never imagined one of my old colored tees could look so sexy but they certainly did. 

About two weeks later, a severe storm passed through the area just before the evening's rush hour. I happened to leave the office early, and was home when Heather pulled into the driveway. I watched through the window as she exited her car and ran towards the front door. I quickly made my way over to open it for her, and was almost bowled over as she flung herself headlong into my arms. 

I could feel her shaking as she clung to me for dear life. Clearly, the drive home must have been hell as I could hear her whimpering as she nearly squeezed the life out of me. After a few minutes holding her near the door, I was finally able to extricate myself from her arms and lead her into the kitchen where I sat her at the table. The worst of the storm was long gone, so I hoped a spot of tea might calm her nerves.

As I prepared her drink, I couldn't help but notice the rain had made her white blouse almost transparent. I could clearly see her nipples through the thin cotton top and bra, poking two small, dark mounds in the wet fabric. They simply looked perfect and immensely suckable, but I quickly glanced away before she could see where I was staring. 

I had to shake my head to try and clear the erotic vision from my head. As lovely as she was, I had to keep reminding myself that she was my daughter and not some bimbo I could ogle without regard. Feeling the need to escape her, if even for a moment, I retreated to the bathroom to fetch Heather a fresh towel. 

Upon my return, she was standing and throwing her long blonde hair from side to side, shaking the water off. I had a vision of a woman writhing in the throes of passion doing the same, and my body once again tingled all over. I didn't want to stand in front of her as seeing her breasts was too much for me to handle, so I moved behind Heather and wrapped the bath sheet around her shoulders. I began softly working the towel into her skin in an attempt to dry her off. Deep down I felt terrible doing so, but I actually took my time, wanting my touch to feel sensual to my daughter. I slowly ran my hands up and down her arms, gently pressing my palms into her soft flesh.

I couldn't help myself and silently leaned my torso forward until I could look down upon her chest. Although partially covered by the towel, from my vantage point I could see a good measure of cleavage and a hint of her hard nipples. Occasionally there was a flash of light, and I'd wrap her in my arms tightly, knowing from experience was about to happen. 

We stood in the kitchen like that for a good twenty five minutes until the thunder appeared to completely die out. I leaned down to kiss the top of her head and said, "I think the storm's over, sweetie."

Heather eased herself from my arms, and then turned to face me. She slowly pulled the towel from her shoulders and stated, "Guess I should go get out of these wet clothes."

"Probably a good idea," I replied with a nod, trying to avoid looking at her impressive chest as she left the room.

As hard as I tried to keep things as they had always been, it was impossible to see Heather as anything other than a sexy young woman. She seemed to spend more and more time at home, usually dressed in a provocative, but not slutty manner. Wherever I went around the home, she was sure to be close by. 

My head swam with visions of her, and I stopped trying to fight them. I actually was praying for another storm to roll through so I could have an excuse to hold her. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long.

A pressure cell drifted through the area early one evening only a week or so later, and as expected Heather sought me out. We sat aside one another on the couch watching the Weather Channel, my right arm wrapped tightly around her. After a particularly loud crack of thunder, she nearly jumped out of her skin and climbed up onto my lap. She pressed her forehead into my chest and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I wanted to keep her safe, but all I could think about was the last time we were together. Blood flowed to my prick and I felt it begin to swell. I did my best to think of anything else to ward off a full-blown erection with her taut bottom resting against my crotch. Each time the lightning flashed or thunder rolled, she would squirm a bit, adding more pressure against my groin. I pressed my ass back into the cushions, trying my best to keep my cock as far away from her as possible and hoped she had not noticed my overheated state.

I could smell her hair as I kissed the top of her head, while my hands rubbed her back lovingly as I tried to comfort her. It really was surprising that such a mature young woman could turn into a frightened child in seconds with only a simple crack of thunder. I could feel her trembling through the thin material of my red tee shirt she was wearing. I wanted to let her know she was safe from the lightning in my arms, but if she felt my arousal, I'm sure she would not have felt safe at all.

The storm raged on for just about an hour, when finally the interval between the flash of light and the boom of the thunder became greater until we barely heard it anymore. Heather looked at me with relief in her eyes, and I felt relief as well. I was worried she'd be able to see into my soul and know her Dad was actually a dirty letch, but her face showed nothing of the sort. 

I couldn't help but stare back at her for a while as she truly was a lovely creature. The silence seemed deafening, so I felt the need to say something. I mumbled, "Well honey, time for bed."

She smiled and replied, "Yeah, I guess it is." 

After planting a soft kiss on my cheek, she rose from my lap and headed towards her room. I sat still for a moment, my lap still tingling from her presence. My cock was hard, and I wanted to make sure the pressure had subsided a bit in the event I bumped into her in the hall. I walked into the kitchen, and after a tall glass of cold water, I too headed off to bed.




Thunder and Lightning



After only a few minutes lying down, I heard a voice in the dark. "Daddy, I'm still shaking. Can I sleep with you again?" Heather asked sweetly, almost pleadingly. 

I was nervous about being in bed with her again given what happened of late, but felt powerless when I heard the longing in her voice. "Of course sweetie," I responded and made a spot for her beside me. Like before, she snuggled up against me, and I held her close. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she settled into bed, and I basked in the feeling of her warmth beside me. After the stress of the storm, we both drifted off to sleep quite quickly. 

I awoke to a wonderful feeling once more, yet this was simply beyond description. Even in my sleepy state, I instantly knew something was very different. Something warm and wet was surrounding my cock, as clearly someone had their mouth around my morning erection. Obviously it could be only one person. My beautiful daughter was sucking my hard prick.

My mind raced; what on earth should I do? On the one hand, it felt absolutely wonderful to have someone lavish that type of attention upon my body. On the other, it was my only daughter sucking me so expertly. 

I was too stunned to move, and truth be told, was enjoying my daughter's ministrations too much to stop her at that moment. Janet had always refused to give me oral sex, so Heather's attention was the first BJ I had experienced since before I was married. The feeling was overwhelming both mentally and physically. My daughter, my princess, was sucking my cock. 

In the pale light of morning, I could just make out her head slowly bobbing up and down above my crotch. I was certain if I let her continue much longer, I'd blow my load. As much as I wanted to, I was sure I wouldn't be able to pretend I was still asleep after tossing a nut. 

Reluctantly, I moved my hands to Heather's head and pulled it up off my throbbing cock, saying, "No baby." Her mouth moved away from me, and as much as I knew it was the right thing to do, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing to continue.

I let go of her head, and she turned her face towards me. Her eyes shined even in the low light, so I knew she was staring at me intently. Heather interrupted the silence when she asked, "Why?"

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. My body sure wasn't helping me come up with reasons why my daughter's eager, willing mouth shouldn't be licking and sucking me to oblivion. I grabbed at the first answer I could think of: "Because I'm your Daddy, princess. I'm supposed to protect you and keep you safe, not take you as..." I stumbled over the words, "My lover."

"But I want to be your lover. More than anything," Heather pleaded, and my body shivered, soaking in her words.

I felt her hand wrap around my shaft before she began lashing my cock with long, slow strokes. She was staring at me intently, as if testing my resolve. I momentarily closed my eyes to bask in her loving attention, but I quickly regained my senses and told her to stop once more. She ignored me and continued her manipulation of my erection, and said, "You know you need this, Daddy. Please let me."

Of course she was correct, but it just wasn't right. I reached down and pulled her hand off my prick, and pulled her up away from my crotch. She quickly twisted her body as I eased her forward until she sat across my groin, which was not at all what I had intended. She settled down upon me and stared into my eyes without a word. 

"No," I nearly begged, trying to maintain my authority, yet feeling remarkably weak at that moment. 

"Why Daddy?" she whined, as she wiggled her bottom into my groin, obviously determined to wear me down. 

"Because I said so," was all I could think to say. I chided myself silently for uttering words I swore I would never speak to my child. I then moved my hands to Heather's hips and pulled her off me. She landed on the bed to my right side, and immediately snuggled up against me. 

My erection was still standing tall, and with her head on my chest I'm sure Heather could clearly see it in the morning light. It seemed beyond surreal, that we lay side by side in such a state. I had to change the situation as quickly as I could, so I told her she needed to go back to her own bed.

Heather moved until her face was right above my own and said, "You've always been so good to me Dad, why won't you let me be good to you?"

I looked up into her face and saw complete adoration in the eyes staring back at me, and had no idea what to do or say. There was complete silence for a moment; all I could feel was the beating of my own heart and her soft breath on my cheeks. Without a word, she slowly lowered her mouth to my own. Thunder rolled in my head as Heather kissed me in a most un-daughterly way. 

I moved my hands to her shoulders with the intent of pushing her away, yet for some inexplicable reason pulled her into a tight embrace. My body surrendered into the warm, erotic feelings as I began kissing my daughter back in earnest. God help me, but I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life. 

She made sweet, whimpering sounds as our tongues danced together, much like the noises she uttered during storms. It made me happy that the sounds I normally associated with fear from my baby were all of the sudden ones of pleasure. 

I felt her hand run down my chest until she once again grasped my cock in her hand. She broke our kiss for a moment and said, "Let me love you."

From the pit of my soul, I wanted to put a stop to things. Everything I had ever known about being a father appeared under attack, yet I seemed powerless against the wonderful feelings coursing through my veins. As much as I hate to admit it, there was absolutely no way I could deny her. My mouth could not form words, so in spite of my better judgment, I simply nodded my consent.

Instantly Heather lowered her head once more until our lips met and we resumed kissing with great passion. Her soft hand began running up and down the length of my stiff dick, as I felt her grinding her groin against my hip. 

After making out for a few minutes, Heather broke away and slowly moved lower as she kissed and nibbled my chest. She toyed with my nipples, which was a new experience for me, but one I thoroughly enjoyed. 

Her soft tongue traced around my belly button as she continued to manipulate my shaft. I felt her soft hair tickle my abdomen as she moved her head over my groin, and once again I was inside her mouth. Heather sank her head down as far as she could, then sucked me hard as she pulled back. She began bobbing her head up and down, swallowing most of my shaft, then easing away over and over again. Her small hands toyed with my belly and balls as she pleasured me like nobody ever had before. I was unsure just how she learned to please a man, but I tried not to think about it.

My body started moving on its own as I slowly rocked back and forth in time with the tempo Heather had set. Everything about the moment was so overwhelming; I knew I would not last long. The fact that it was the best blow job I had ever received in my life, and from my own daughter no less, was beyond description. 

I felt my balls tighten in her hand and knew I was about to toss my nut. I tried to warn her of the impending eruption, but she ignored me and worked even harder and faster, coaxing my climax forward. My hands wrapped around her head and my body convulsed as my cum burst forth like a bolt of lightning, filling her warm, wet mouth.

Tingles ran over every inch of my skin as I basked in the best orgasm of my life. Heather kept gently sucking my sensitive cock as it deflated in her mouth. I felt weak as my hands flopped off her head and landed on the bed beside me. 

Heather finally removed her mouth from my cock and looked up at me with a smile and asked, "You like that, Daddy?"

"Oh God sweetheart, you were amazing," I responded as I tried to regain my composure. 

My daughter slowly lowered her head to my belly and began kissing her way up my body once more. She finally reached my neck and snuggled in closely against me. She seemed content to have gotten me off without any need for reciprocation, which made me happy to know how unselfish she was. But of course I could have none of that.

I sank my fingers into her hair and gently pulled it back so I could look at her pretty face. I leaned my head forward and softly kissed her forehead in a fatherly way, then said, "Thank you, honey."

She smiled back sweetly and simply said, "Don't thank me, I wanted to."

I was filled with more love than I ever even knew was possible, but I was determined to give Heather great pleasure as well. I moved my hand to her shoulder and pulled it away from me until she lay on her back beside me. Sitting up, I moved above her and looked down. Her blonde hair was spread out around her head and her cheeks glowed, looking like an angel had just been dropped on my bed. 

My hands went to her torso to grasp the tee shirt she was wearing. "Let's get this off you," I said, and she eased her body off the bed, assisting me in its removal. After I pulled the shirt off, she flopped back down onto the mattress and looked at me intently. 

I couldn't help it as my eyes wandered her body. Her breasts looked flawless, a perfect little handful capped with pretty pink nipples. Looking further down I saw she was left in only a tiny pair of shorts, and I knew they would be coming off soon as well. I just had to take a moment to soak her in before I lowered my head to her chest.

Much as Heather had done to me, I began lavishing attention on her nipples. I kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled them, trying to take my time to give her as much pleasure as possible. I know when I was young I was always in a rush to get to the good stuff, so I hoped I would be able to give her an experience the likes of which she'd never known in her young life. She seemed to enjoy it when I gently bit her nipples, so I alternated attention to heighten her arousal. 

After a long time toying with her chest, I kissed my way down her warm, soft belly. I used my fingertips to softly tease and tickle her sides as I slowly moved lower and lower with my mouth. When I reached the seam of her shorts, I eased my face between her legs and nuzzled her damp crotch with my chin. I lowered my nose against the fabric and inhaled her sweet aroma. It was heaven. 

I slid my fingers beneath the top of her shorts and began tugging them down. Heather pressed her feet to the mattress to lift her bottom off the bed, making it easier the pull them down her sleek legs. I lifted them off her feet and unceremoniously tossed them onto the floor. 

I reached a hand down under the knee closest to me and lifted it up around my back as I climbed between her legs. I looked up and saw her looking down at me with lust in her eyes, and hoped she was feeling as excited as I was. My eyes slowly wandered back down, over her breasts, her taut tummy, until I gazed upon her precious flower. She was spread wide, and her petals were open and covered in dew. I just had to taste her.

I lowered my face and began nibbling on her thighs as I moved towards her sex. I wanted to take my time, but was driven with the need to taste my baby's nectar. My tongue finally touched her sex, and I slowly ran it around her lips. I could smell her arousal and taste her tangy secretions as Heather whimpered with the contact. 

My daughter rolled her hips slightly and her thighs opened and closed rhythmically as I lapped her pussy. She wrapped her hands around my head, holding me close to her special place. I drove my tongue inside of her, wanting to drink as much of her juice as I could and hopefully drive her wild. I consciously avoided her clit as I wanted to tease her as long as possible before bringing her off. 

Never in my life had I tasted a sweeter snatch, and I loved every second of our illicit union. My lips sucked at her labia, and I gently tugged them as I sucked them into my mouth. I eased a single finger inside of her as my tongue continued to work her over. I could hear her moaning as she rocked her crotch in time with my probing digit. 

Heather's body began to grind harder against me and her vocalizations rose in volume, so I assumed she had to be close to a climax. I decided the time was right to lap at her clit, so I slowly licked higher until my tongue circled her little button. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her nub rapidly as I drove my finger in and out of her wet little pussy. She kept repeating, "Oh, Daddy," over and over as she came on my face.

My cheeks were drenched with her juices as I kissed her sex, wanting to extend her pleasure as long as possible. I felt wonderful knowing I'd given my daughter a powerful orgasm. I looked up at her face and saw her staring back at me with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. 

My cock was once again fully erect. I slowly crawled up her body, kissing and licking her sweaty skin as I went. Her torso jerked slightly as I touched a particularly sensitive spot, and I loved the way she reacted to my attention. 

I finally brought my face above hers, and lowered it to softly kiss her forehead, nose and finally, her lips. I backed away slightly, and looked down upon her. There were so many things I wanted to say, but how could I put them all into words she could understand? All I could do was be honest, so I said the one thing I absolutely knew was true, "I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Daddy," she replied, and her eyes beamed. 

My erection was lined up directly over Heather's wet pussy, and I so wanted to be inside her, even knowing how taboo it would be to take that final step. I hesitated for a while as we gazed at each other lovingly, but I had to see if she was as ready as I. 

Moving a hand between us, I grasped my cock and brought it to her damp pussy lips. Very slowly, I began tracing it up and down her slit with just a hint of pressure. I never broke eye contact, wanting to gauge her reaction to see if I'd possibly gone too far. I did not have to worry long as Heather wrapped her legs around me and said, "Fuck me, Daddy."

Three simple words had never sounded so wonderful, and I was more than willing to comply. With a smile on my face I could not contain, I slowly lowered myself into my daughter's soaking pussy. She was tighter than anything I had felt in years, but felt perfect wrapped around my stiff shaft. We both grunted as I went balls deep inside her.

I lowered my face to hers once more and softly kissed her lips. Heather wrapped her hands around my back and traced her nails across my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I slowly rocked my hips back, drawing my hard cock out of her by a few inches before I pressed it forward once more. 

Heather hissed in my ear, "Yes," as we began moving together. My mind and body seemed like they had gone to a completely different dimension as I based in the new sensations wracking my body. I was actually fucking my own daughter, and I simply loved it. 

I had my hands pressed to the mattress aside Heather's body as I began driving in and out of her more rapidly. Her pussy seemed to pull me in with each downward thrust, and squeeze me as I eased back. Our bodies moved in perfect union as if we had done that dance many times before. I wanted to last as long as possible, intent on giving my baby as much pleasure as possible. 

Sweat was dripping off my forehead as I pistoned in and out of her, both of us grunting like animals. Heather dug her nails into my back and started pulling me to the side. "Let me get on top, Daddy," she pleaded, and as much as wanted to do the work, just couldn't say no to her request. Without breaking contact between our crotches, I rolled onto my back and pulled her atop me.

Lying here with my daughter above me, I basked in her beauty. She instantly began rising up and down, fucking me with an enthusiasm I had not experienced with any other partner. She seemed intent on bringing me off quickly, and if she kept it up she certainly would achieve her goal.

My eyes were drawn to her bouncing breasts. They looked perfect on her frame, maybe a solid B cup, and I had to touch them once more. I leaned up off the bed until I was able to lock one of her nipples between my lips. Heather moaned as I nibbled on her nub as she rode me like a champ. The sensations were overwhelming and I knew I would not last long. 

My daughter began groaning a throaty, "Yes," over and over again as we rocked together. My balls began to tingle and I knew my climax was close. I hoped she was close as I did not want to disappoint her by coming too quickly.

Heather quickened her pace and began driving herself against me rapidly. She was making loud huffing noises as she pressed her hands to my shoulders for more leverage. 

I felt a shiver run down my spine and knew my orgasm was imminent. Heather began shrieking as she rode me with abandon, her hair whipping wildly side to side. Unable to hold off another second, my balls emptied as I shot load after load deep inside my beautiful daughter's welcoming cunt. 

Heather screamed as she lost herself in passion as well, and came on my hard cock as it spewed inside her. She slowed her thrusting as she came down until she finally collapsed upon my chest. 

Our sweaty bodies heaved against one another as he gasped for breath. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, wanting her to know how much I enjoyed what we had done, but more importantly for her to know just how much I loved her. Her sweaty hair and face were pressed to my neck, and I basked in the feeling of having her so close after such a wonderful experience. 

My cock had deflated, but it was still tucked safely inside her warm, wet depths. I could have stayed like that forever, but Heather raised her head off my chest and brought her lips to my own. We kissed softly for a long while, and then we stopped to stare into each other's eyes. 

I wrapped my hands around her head and ran my fingers into her damp hair and said simply, "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Daddy," she replied, then rested her head on my chest once more.

I had no idea what the future was going to hold for the two of us, but at that moment I really didn't care. My baby girl was back in my life, and I could not have been happier. I just hoped we wouldn't have to wait for another storm to make love again.



Thunder and Lightning



The story of a young man who looks back almost 40 years later at the woman who was the first love of his life, and in many ways the only one. Their relationship had been a conventional until just before the night described in the story, but the night of the storm changed all of that completely and forever.

..........

"Grandma?" I whispered in the direction of the bed, unsure whether my grandmother would be huddled under the covers or in the closet, which I understood to be her refuge when she was home alone during storms.

"Here Michael."

.......

The voice came from the bed, and when the faint glow of lightning came I saw the shape of the little woman. When the thunder followed a few seconds later I heard her gasp from beneath the sheets. Judging by the time that lapsed between the two events, the storm was still a little distance away, but it was supposed to be a bad one.

Grandma hated storms. Hated thunder and lightning with a passion, and her reactions to the meteorological events would have been comical if she wasn't so serious about it. Seeing this woman, who would pick up snakes in the garden without blinking, go to pieces over the sound of rolling thunder in the distance was strange, but was one of the reasons that I loved her so.

I spent a lot of time at my Grandma's house over the space of my 18 years, and for many reasons. One reason was that after Grandpa left her, she had nobody and I felt bad for her. Another reason was that my mother and father spent most of their time with each other fighting.

They would later tell me that they only stayed together for as long as they did for my sake, but if I had known that I would have told them not to bother, because being around the two of them was not very pleasant at all. Since Grandma lived fairly close, choosing to be there was a no-brainer.

That explained why I spent my childhood hanging around Grandma, but why would a boy who had just become a man, at least chronologically, spent almost every weekend with the grandmother? I had a driver's license and a car, so it wasn't like I had no other options.

The reason was simple in my mind. I loved my grandmother, and by that I don't mean the way we love most of our family. I had two grandmothers, but the way I felt toward the two of them couldn't have been more different. My Grandma Effie made really good toll house cookies and would shudder whenever she heard a swear word, even hell or damn. I got a kick out of her, but it wasn't like it was with Grandma Meg.

I got horny when I was around her, and being somewhat of a chronic self-abuser back then, I admit that most of the time I came while thinking about my grandmother.

The beginning...

It all started that time when I first saw my Grandma naked. It wasn't an accidental occurrence either. I had planned it out well in advance, fixing the blinds so that I would have a great view of her from outside when she went back to her bedroom after taking her evening shower, which was her ritual before turning in.

Over the years I had gotten many little glimpses of Grandma, but had never seen all of her. Since I started noticing girls, I had noticed the way that age had changed her, but the differences only enhanced her beauty in my eyes.

Grandma was always a tiny woman, and I suspect that by that summer of 1973 she wasn't even carrying 100 pounds on her barely five foot frame. When I first started noticing Grandma as something more than my mother's mother a few years earlier, I was about her height, but then I towered over her by over a foot, and was probably twice her weight.

Grandma was so slender that I was able to circle her bicep with my thumb and index finger, and I would do so often. She would get a kick out of it when I would tell her to make a muscle to force my fingers apart, while my heart raced from being able to touch her skin like that.

I figured that Grandma's breasts were small, having looked at her bras in the clothes hamper and examining the lacy cups of her harnesses, which were so old that the size tags were faded into oblivion, but since she had a very boyish build even in her sixties, I figured they would look perfect on her.

So with that in mind I had plotted to see my grandmother naked. I had arranged the blinds just so, and before she took her shower I claimed to be sleepy and turned in early. After hearing the shower go on, I tiptoed out of my room and went outside, positioning myself so I could see perfectly from my vantage point.

The wait that first night was sweet agony, shifting my weight from foot to foot while wondering what she was doing in the bathroom. I pictured her washing her hair, which had become silver grey by then after evolving from the original light brown, not having any idea that her favorite grandson was thinking thoughts that would probably make her faint.

A dog started barking from down the road as I imagined her lathering her hands to scrub herself all over, and I hoped that the dog would shut up so that when Grandma got into the bedroom she didn't peek outside to see why the dog was barking.

Maybe Grandma was shaving her underarms now in the shower, I mused. I had noticed that she had little patches of peach fuzz under her arm earlier in the day when she had made her little muscle for me, so maybe she was running a razor through her armpits and maybe shaving her legs in there while I waited impatiently. 

The dog stopped barking, and now the only sound was my heart beating. I felt a cool breeze down below, and when I glanced in that direction I saw that my cock had found its way out of the fly of my pajamas and was standing straight out.

My hand went down and stroked it a couple of times, feeling the blood pumping through my boner as I waited... and waited... and waited some more, until finally, the bedroom door opened and Grandma entered her bedroom, closing the door behind herself.

Grandma had a bathing cap over her scalp, which suggested that she didn't wash her hair that night, and was wearing her old pink robe. As Grandma puttered around the bedroom I wondered whether she would just go to bed like she was, or turn out the light first and then slide under the sheets. That wouldn't be fair, and why would she? She had no neighbors to see her, and her beloved grandson was supposedly fast asleep across the hall.

"Take off the robe, Grandma," I whispered to myself, while she kept fussing with things on her dresser.

What if she didn't look like I had always fantasized? That thought had crossed my mind before that moment, and while my grandmother was an adorable looking woman, maybe there were things underneath the clothes that weren't all that becoming.

I had caught a glimpse of my mother nearly naked once, and the slight of a nasty scar on her thick stomach hadn't been all that pretty to look at, but Grandma was different. So what if she wasn't how I imagined her to be? The woman was on Social Security, for crying-out-loud. My expectations were that she would look fine to me.

As it turned out, I was wrong. When that robe finally came off, and I saw her as naked as the day she was born, she was not fine. She was so much more beautiful than fine that I thought I was seeing things, and as my semen sprayed the siding of the house and my knees buckled, I took everything in.

Over the next three minutes I was able to see almost every pore of my Grandma's body, because she stayed naked as she did stretching exercises, exposing that petite frame to my eager eyes.

The first thing that caught my eyes were her breasts, and as I watched them sway away in front of her I was stunned at how large they were. Part of that was illusion since her waif-like body was so slight, but the way they hung down to her waist was a shock, and while they did sag and seemed very pliant, the bell-shaped tits looked great.

Grandma's nipples were large as well, long thick pegs that jutted out from wide pink aureoles that covered most of the ends of her breasts. What I could see of her stomach suggested that while there was a little softness, she was still pretty trim underneath those pendulous tits.

Another shock was seeing the large triangle of hair my grandmother had between her legs. Her bush looked thin, since I could see her pussy lips through the hair that seemed to still be brown, but the delta was wide and high. Since Grandma's arms were smooth and she had such a tiny patch of peach fuzz under her arms, my theory of being able to guess what was going under a woman's panties by checking out those other areas got disproved that night. 

No scars or any other imperfections, outside of a little hint of veins on her skinny thighs and her breasts, and as she finally got the kinks out and slipped on her nightie, I knew that what I had just witnessed was a once-in-a-lifetime event that I would remember forever.

That was wrong. Not the part above remembering that night forever, but the part about never seeing her again like that. I did see her naked like that; the next night and the next time I came over. I also started to drive over from home when I had nothing going on, and usually the blinds were just like I needed them to be.

Part of me felt guilty, seeing how I was violating her privacy, but another part of me said that beauty like hers should not be hidden away. Grandma needed to be appreciated, and I appreciated her more than anybody.

Our relationship changed...

After seeing her naked, I started treating her differently. I was always affectionate, but I started getting a little more forward. Nothing outlandish mind you, but I was always touching her whenever possible. Running my hands up and down her smooth arms, gently squeezing her shoulders and even kissing her on the back of the neck while she was doing dishes.

The first time I did that, I could feel her tense up after I had nuzzled up under that silver shag cut hair and kissed that sweet skin, but I acted like it was just a little show of love, and after that she accepted it as a harmless thing.

What I really wanted to do was to reach around her and grab her breasts, just to figure out how all of that flesh could fit in those worn out bras. I wanted to reach under her house dress and feel that bush to find out whether it was as soft as it looked, but I didn't do that of course.

My turn...

It was just the month before when Grandma had run me ragged all day, lugging bags of dirt from the garden center in town and then dumping it as she directed. By the time I was done I was a sweaty and dusty mess, so after we wrapped things up for the day I went in to take a shower.

After I watched the dirt off of me I did what I knew I would end up doing later anyway, because after being around Grandma all afternoon, catching glimpses of her slender yet shapely legs as she puttered in the garden.

So I began stroking my cock while thinking of watching Grandma later that night in her bedroom after she got out of this very same shower. In my mind my hand jacking my dick became hers as I fantasized the absurd vision of us showering together.

I saw the little yellow Bic razor on the shower shelf. A razor she must have used last night, because I had gotten many glimpses of my grandmother's underarms during the day, and their creamy white smoothness against the slightly tanned background of the rest of her arms was a stark contrast.

After a very satisfying orgasm, I stepped out of the shower and dried off, but the orgasm didn't drain me because after I had toweled my private parts I was already getting horny thinking about Grandma. 

I peeked out of the bathroom, as I always did, and heard Grandma humming in the kitchen, so I stepped out and went down the hall to the guest bedroom, which had been my home away from home for a long time.

I had become rather lax in closing the bedroom door behind me after showering, and it wasn't because I was forgetful. I wanted Grandma to see me naked, just like I saw her almost every night I was there. I wanted her to see that I wasn't the little snot-nosed kid anymore, and was a man in every sense of the word.

It was while I was standing in the middle of the room drying my hair when it happened. I was looking at the bedroom window, which was kitty-corner to her door that went to the hall, and as I often did I was putting on a little show while imagining that my little grandmother was outside the house peeking at me while I dried myself.

How long Grandma was there, I don't know, because my head was buried in the towel that I was drying my hair with, and since my dark brown locks were long in the fashion of the time that process took a while.

At some point in time, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of her in the doorway. Grandma. Thankfully, I didn't spin around in shock, but kept drying while pretending I was unaware of her presence, but that had to change because my cock, which was semi-turgid to begin with, was getting hard.

I nonchalantly turned a bit and glanced at the doorway with the help of the dresser mirror, hoping to see her leering at her grandson with lust in her eyes, but to my dismay she was gone.

Still and all, she had seen me naked, and that thought turned me on so much that I couldn't believe it. Was Grandma like me? Would every time she would see me from then on, would she picture me naked like I did her? 

Of course not. Grandma was the sweetest and most innocent woman on the face of the earth, and had probably just been going down the hall and had looked into my room in passing, paying no attention to my cock swinging around as I dried my hair and turned away and went about her business.

......

The night of the storm...

Grandma had taken her shower early that evening, since the weatherman had been hyping the oncoming storm on the news all day, and there was no way that she was going to be in a shower when it came because in Grandma's book that was a dangerous thing to be doing.

Since it was light out, that meant I was deprived of seeing my dream girl in the nude, because that was just too much of a risk. The thought of her catching me staring at her through the window was horrifying, so when we went to bed that night, I was so horny that I knew I would be jacking off before the night was over.

When I heard the storm in the distance, I was half-expecting my grandmother to come into me room, or ask me to join her. It had been awhile since we had done that, but I was hoping, so when she didn't come and the thunder got louder, I went to see her, and this is how the story originally started.

"Grandma?" I whispered toward the bed, unsure whether my grandmother would be huddled under the covers or in the closet, which I understood to be her refuge when she was home alone during storms.

"Here Michael."

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered in a voice that indicated anything but okay.

"I was expecting you to come to my room when the thunder started," I said casually.

"Thought I'd try to ride this one out," she said as another roll of thunder came from the west, and I counted the seconds until the room lit up a little from the lightning. "I'm not a baby, you know."

"I know," I said, chuckling to myself at hearing the words she always used. "Just thought you would like some company."

Silence.

"Want me to go back to my room?" I asked, and after an awkward silence Grandma whispered no.

"Want me in climb in with you?" I asked. "You know, ride it out together like we used to?"

"Things have changed, Michael," Grandma whispered, and just before the thunder rolled she added, "You're not a child any more."

"I know," I said. "I don't understand."

"Yes you do, honey," Grandma said just as lightning crackled, signaling the storm was coming closer, and after she gasped the rain began pelting the roof.

I wanted to hold her, and while part of me wanted to feel her little body against mine, I also wanted to comfort her and let her know everything was going to be alright, but what she had just said sent a chill down my spine.

"I love you Grandma." 

"I love you too honey."

"Do you want me to go back to my room?" I said while still standing in the doorway. "I will if you want."

"No," came the whisper from the bed, and it was then that I started walking towards the bed.

"Is this okay?" I asked after climbing under the sheet, and even though I could feel the heat from her body, we weren't touching.

"Yes," Grandma said, and as the room lit up for a second I saw my grandmother on her side, facing me, with her hand on the pillow next to her head.

I reached over and took her hand after subtly reaching into my pajamas and sticking my erection between my legs and keeping it in place with my thigh. Her little hand was moist and disappeared inside of my meaty paw, and when I squeezed it I thought I heard her sob a little.

"I love you, Grandma," I said softly.

"I love you too, Michael," was her response, her speech chattering like she was cold.

"I mean I really love you," I blurted out, sliding a little closer. "I don't know how to ..."

"I love you too Michael." Grandma said. "I know what you mean, and I love you too. I really love you. That's why I couldn't go to your room, no matter how bad I wanted to."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Neither do I," Grandma said, and now she was sliding over so that our legs were touching. "I don't understand my feelings, because they are feelings that I shouldn't have toward you. Feelings that started even before you started looking into my bedroom at night."

I let out an involuntary gasp when I heard that, and now I was the one at a loss of words, so we lay in silence on our hips facing each other, so close at I swore I could hear my heart pounding.

"When did you see..."

"A few months ago," Grandma said. "Don't know how long you were doing it."

"Little longer than that," I admitted.

"Didn't understand it, especially when I go past the mirror and see what I look like these days," she said, and promptly hushed me when I began to protest. "But I enjoyed it. God help me, I enjoyed it, especially when you would come over even when you weren't staying over. Made me feel special, and made me feel less guilty about the way I felt about you."

"What?"

"All these years I've looked at you and wished that I was not your grandmother. Wished I was your age," Grandma confessed. "I thought I was going crazy, or maybe it was because I was going through the changes, you know? Then I saw you. Saw you naked one day after you took a shower, and you didn't know I was..."

"I knew you were there," I said. "I wanted you to see me."

"The things I was thinking when I saw you standing there," Grandma admitted. "If you only knew. When I saw you, I wanted to go in and tell you how I felt, but I just couldn't."

"Same here," I said, reaching my free hand under the sheet and touching Grandma's shoulder, and it was then I realized she was naked.

"When you were outside looking at me, what were you doing, honey?" Grandma asked. "I need to know. It's important to me."

"Masturbating," I said while rubbing her shoulder. "Wishing I had the guts to be inside the room instead of outside jerking off. Sick, I know."

"No. You know what sick is?" Grandma asked, and the rain was pounding on the roof, the thunder was rattling the foundation of the house and the lightning was crackling so loud and fast that the room was lit half the time, yet Grandma didn't seem to care as she continued.

"Sick is climbing into bed and playing with yourself," Grandma declared as she took my hand off of her shoulder and brought it down between her legs, and the bush was just as soft as I had imagined it would be.

"Feel how wet I am?" Grandma whispered as she directed my hand to her opening, and as I felt the dripping opening she sighed. "I was playing with my self - thinking of you - wishing I had the courage to go into your room like I used to. Afraid of what would happen."




Thunder and Lightning



"Where?" Grandma whispered as her hand reached down between my legs and finding nothing below my pubes her wrinkled fingers had raked through thanks to my pinning my boner between my thighs.

"Didn't want to poke you," I confessed.

"Are you hard? Please. Give it to me."

I lifted my leg to free my cock from the vice that was my thighs, and it sprang up fully engorged, practically leaping into Grandma's hand. I think we groaned in harmony when I felt her bony fingers wrap around my member, my dream becoming reality.

"Oh my word," Grandma sighed as her hand went down to the stump of my tool and then slid slowly up to the tip. "I still can't believe a boy can be so large."

I let the word 'boy' go by without correction, because even though I going to be 19 before she would turn 62, I knew that in her mind I would always be her little Michael, even if I did somehow end up with a cock that's over 8" when erect, depending on how you measure them. Maybe it was to compensate for having been a lousy speller all through school.

My dreams were coming true as my Grandma slowly stroked my cock under the sheet, and when she asked me to make love to her I felt her hand start rubbing my cock head into the cloud-like bush.

"Put it in me honey," Grandma was saying. "Put it in before I chicken out."

I didn't need to be invited twice. Thunder rumbled so loudly the house shook, but Grandma didn't seem to care anymore, and after I climbed on top of her it was good fortune that lightning lit the room as my cock was sliding into Grandma, allowing me to enjoy the sight of her face contorting as I slid inside the warm and snug opening. 

The moan she let out as I penetrated her sent shivers up and down my spine, and the fingers that were squeezing my biceps dug so deep and hard into me that it seemed impossible for a woman her age to be so strong, but I felt no pain. All I felt was the incredible tightness of Grandma's pussy as I slowly impaled her until she had taken it all.

Grandma came in less that a minute, with her having gotten herself aroused before I came into the room no doubt playing a part more than my lovemaking techniques which were probably crude even by a teenager's standards, but the way she reacted almost had me cumming as well.

I pulled out of my grandmother, and after getting on my back I help her straddle me. Even in the near darkness she looked magnificent, and even more so when the lightning flashed as she was putting my cock inside of her.

I helped Grandma keep her balance by grabbing her breasts, kneading and massaging the very pliant jugs as she moaned while lowering herself down onto me, crying out that I was splitting her in two but not stopping until she had fully impaled herself with me.

"Oh Michael," Grandma gasped as she moved her hips ever so slightly, rocking on me while pressing her hands over mine, forcing me to squeeze the rubbery tits harder. "My word! You're so huge - I'm - I'm...."

I was fighting a losing battle, with the sight of my grandmother above me, the feel of her tight pussy and her words maybe even more that anything else about to bring an end far sooner that I wanted, but I delayed it as long as I could until Grandma let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Above me, the image that would remain in my mind forever was illuminated by another flash of lightning. Grandma's face, always so sweet and innocent looking, looked like something from a horror movie as she howled at the ceiling while every vein and tendon bulged in her face and neck as my hands mauled her breasts.

She was cumming again, and when her pussy contracted around my cock I lost it, sending my cum deep into her womb as she collapsed on top of me, letting out little sighs as my cock twitched with what seemed like an endless series of spurts.

I hugged Grandma tight, keeping her body pressed on top of mine as her breathing began to slow down, and it was an emotional time. She sobbed a little bit at first while I kept telling on I loved her, and then we kissed, a kiss that was unlike any we had shared before.

"Ooh!" Grandma gasped when my cock finally slipped out of her, and then she rolled off of me to rest of her side while I rolled over to face her.

"I'm so glad I waited," I told her, and when she asked what I was talking about, I explained that while I had had a couple of opportunities in the past to change my status, I had wanted my first time to be special, and it had been.

"You mean you never - but you've had so many girlfriends. Pretty ones..."

It was true, and at that moment I knew that I would probably make love to other women in my life, but none would ever be better that the one who had taken my virginity.

"I feel so - I don't know. Don't know what to say," Grandma said.

"No need to say anything," I said as I rolled her onto her back and took her bullet-like nipple in my mouth, sucking softly on it while my hands held the fleshy breast.

I lavished love on those incredible breasts, which even on her back were still impressive. I smothered her tits with kisses, nibbling at licking the moistness of her cleavage, along her collarbone, and even venturing into the smooth, moist, sweetly scented craters of her underarms before climbing back onto her.

"Again so soon? Easy honey," Grandma whispered as I brought the head of my erection to her opening again. "Easy."

In retrospect I had been selfish. The woman hadn't had sex on over a decade and was no doubt sore, so while I was gentle it was clear that I was enjoying it more than my grandmother was. I figured it out soon enough though.

"No, don't stop honey," Grandma said when I started to pull out. "Just be gentle, okay? I like feeling you inside me, and I want to watch you when you cum. That's it. That's nice. Just like that."

I was barely moving inside of her, just moving about half of my cock in and out while my grandmother ran her hands over my arms and shoulders, squeezing my nipples as she looked up at me.

"Wish I younger," Grandma said.

"You're beautiful as you are."

"Not just that. I mean when I was younger I could really - well, let's just say that I had a lot of endurance. You being so big is no help either," she kidded while twisting my nipples. 

"That's it," Grandma was saying. "You're going to cum now, aren't you?" she asked and I nodded. "Cum for me Michael. That's it. Yes!"

I was selfish, but I was enjoying it nonetheless, and Grandma smiled up at me while I'm sure my facial expressions explained what was happening 

inside of her.

"Maybe tomorrow night I can - I mean if you were going to stay over," Grandma said, and she knew what the answer to that was before she said it.

The storm had passed, and while the absence of lightning took away some of the dynamic views of my grandmother, my eyes had adjusted to the light, so as we lay together I let my hands slid over her body, letting my fingers rake through her bush before tracing the wide perimeter of the triangle.

"Oh dear," Grandma said when the result of a long period of caressing her body started pressing against her hip, and when my hand slid over the prominent lips of her sex she started to speak but I stopped her.

This I had done once before in my life, and while I didn't know if I was good at it I wanted to explore her, and despite the fact that where my tongue was headed was full of my seed, I didn't care.

"Ooooh!" Grandma gasped, her body shivering when my tongue slid along her opening of her sex.

"This hurt?" I asked, and from the other end of the bed I heard Grandma chuckled as she assured me that it definitely didn't hurt, so I buried my face in the sweet fold, her soft bush caressing my cheeks as I dipped my tongue in.

I felt Grandma's hand grab for my cock while trying to pull me around to her, and then I felt her mouth on the head of my dick. Down her lips went, and with each bob of her head he took me a little deeper, and while my cock had been in a few mouths before then, none before had taken me so deep or so passionately.

Maneuvering her slight body with little effort, I pulled her on top of me and let her pussy surround my mouth while my tongue tried to take the ache from her orifice. Soon, Grandma was grinding her crotch into my face, her sucking getting more and more frantic as I sensed her about to cum.

My cock snapped back onto my stomach as Grandma's mouth let go long enough to cry out while her body convulsed above me. I held onto her hips and kept my face buried in her opening, continuing to lick away while Grandma shuddered and shook for the longest time.

"Sorry," Grandma said after she came off of my face, apologizing got having stopped sucking my cock when she came. "I was afraid I might bite it off. Can't have that."

Grandma climbed down to the foot of the bed, straddling my knees and she bent down to retrieve my cock, and after pulling it upright proceeded to start sucking it again.

I don't know whether this was something she used to do to Grandpa or not, but as her mouth started going up and down my cock, she braced herself with her hands on the mattress at my sides. Without using her hands, she kept bobbing her head up and down, looking up at me occasionally as her mouth and tongue did magical things.

This afforded me a great view of Grandma's tits as they swayed down below here. Her hangers looked so great that I couldn't stop staring at them, and there was no way I could hold back from cumming looking at that. I blurted out a warning of sorts, which only made Grandma suck harder.

She hardly blinked when I came, sending my seed up into her throat, and she kept on sucking long after I came. I watched my cum begin to trickle out of the sides of Grandma's mouth and down the shaft of my cock, and only when I was completely limp did Grandma raise back up to her knees.

"My back will hate me in the morning," she said as she arched her back and put her hands on her lower spine, thrusting those breasts out enticing and forcing me to lean up and cup them, kneading the plaint flesh lovingly.

"It's almost morning," I said as I looked at the clock, wondering how we could have spent so much time when it only seemed like moments.

"Should take a shower but I'm too tired," Grandma said as she came down and rested beside me. "Don't think I can walk that far anyway."

We rested in each other's arms for the longest time, and just before Grandma fell asleep she asked me if I thought there was a heaven and hell.

"I don't know," I said. "This is heaven for me."

"I was just thinking that if there is, I'm in trouble," she said. "For what I've done to you."

"With me, Grandma," I said. "We did it together and it was worth anything and everything to me."

"Easy for you to say," Grandma quipped. "You're a lot farther away from finding out than I am."

"You're going to live for a long time," I said. "You're in great shape."

"If you wake up and I'm dead," Grandma said with a giggle. "Wipe your goo off me before the coroner gets here."

"Deal," I said.

***

Grandma didn't wake up dead, as she was often fond of saying, and she didn't die until recently, falling just short of 100. She didn't go to hell either in my opinion, but if there is one and she's there, I'll be with her

That wasn't a one-time thing, as we continued to live like Grandmother and Grandson in the real world and as lovers behind closed doors. I had relationships with other women, but to be honest even after I got married I still loved Grandma more.

We stopped having intercourse after a while because it had become painful to her, but that wasn't the end of sex. I don't know what most guys get from their Grandma when they turn 30. I got head, and it was every bit as great as it always was.

She was sharp as a tack right to the end too, remembering it all and reminding me of all the good times we shared whenever we were alone, and never saying a word of regret about our special relationship. 

I'm about to get married for the second time, and without Grandma around this woman will get my undivided attention, which is more than my first wife got, much to my regret. She deserved better, but the simple truth was that there was no one who could compare to Grandma. Not then and not now.

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