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Jean

By: adultramblings



I hadn't been in the mood to make love for several days. Usually I was always the one in the mood, and my husband wouldn't be in the mood; this time, our positions were reversed. I knew he was interested because he kept grabbing me every time I walked by. He was never one for subtlety. He was never one for being smooth. If all he could do was smack me on my ass, he'd do it. If he could grope a boob, or grab my leg, he'd do that too. 

I usually didn't mind in the least, only because he was so seldom horny, I enjoyed the attention. This time, though, I just wasn't in the mood, I was in a bad mood, and didn't want to be man-handled in any way, especially not by a man! 

Of course, typically, I just got upset and yelled, instead of just telling him to back off. So Jean's feeling frustrated and sexually unsatisfied, and I'm depressed because I was a bitch to him, again! 

So of course, we snap at each other, for the rest of the afternoon. So much for a calming, relaxing day off together. 

By this point, hubby was walking on eggshells, trying not to upset me. And I'm upset because he's on eggshells, not relaxing, and not being himself. Frustrating to say the least, and typical of our relationship more often than not. 

We decide to take a shower together. It's something we do quite often, but usually isn't sexual in the least. 

We both undressed quickly. My husband wouldn't look me in the eye. I think he was waiting for me to explode or something. 

I climbed in our small tub after him. I slipped a little on the wet basin, and Jean grabbed me to catch me. We soaped each other off, washed our hair, and stood under the hot water for a few minutes, just holding each other and being quiet. I could feel some of my tension slowly draining away, but I was still on edge. 

We both climbed out of the tub, and slowly dried off. I was debating about whether or not to get dressed again, when I saw an opportunity I just had to take advantage of! An opportunity in the shape of a large body party, dangling limply. Of course I opened my mouth wide and gave him a gentle suck hello, before using my hands to draw him closer to me. 

I kept one hand on his taunt ass, and used my free hand to gently rub Jean back and forth. I licked him lightly, softly, and murmured softly about how good he tasted. 

We played for a little while, and I finally let him go. Jean's legs were shaking so badly, I was afraid he would fall! Hand in hand, we walked down the hallway, to enter our tiny, windowless bedroom. Jean turned on his bedside fan for some air and I noticed how eager he was. 

We climbed into bed and pulled the covers over us to get warm. My nipples were definitely standing at attention, though because of the cold air, or from being excited, I did not know. 

We kissed for a few minutes, wandering hands doing what they do best. The telephone rang but neither of us noticed. Jean's eyes were glowing and I could feel myself flushed, wet, tingling, ready. 

I ran my hands down the length of Jean's strong body, before cupping his buttocks and drawing him towards me. We clung together, motionless, for just a moment in time, before we shifted position and he entered me. I could feel myself creaming for the sheer hell of it, but unable to stop any more than I could stop the beating and the thumping of our bodies. 

We raced together then, our bodies pulsating, until we could no longer tell where one of us began, and the other ended. Sweat made us stick together, and we laughed softly every time we tried to move. I wasn't much of a sweater, but sex always warmed me up nicely. It was great exercise, too. 

I wiggled my hips, feeling a little impatient, wanting things my way, but trying to relax, and enjoy Jean being in control. We switched positions once again, now lying on our sides, our arms tightly around each other, mouths everywhere, Jean sucking my breasts while grinding his whole lower body into mine. 

The outside world began to slip away as I felt my lower body go numb. I flushed again, felt my body grow warm, and before I knew it, I was screaming Jean's name as I came, and Jean came right after, just like in the storybooks. 

We lay side by side, panting. We slowly regained our senses, and took turns drinking water out of a glass at the side of our bed. We lay back again, satisfied, cuddling, relaxed.

Jean



It was the summer of 1958, and I had just pissed-off my C.O. at Camp Pendleton by going over his head to get transferred the hell out of that miserable desert landscape. It had cost me an additional year on my enlistment, but I had considered that a cheap price to pay.

My next duty station was to be at Subic Bay in the Philippines, and I was leaving base with three and a half weeks delay in reporting to Treasure Island in San Francisco - this was to be spent with my parents and brother in Anchorage.

On arrival, after all of the greetings and assorted BS, I decided to see if I could find a little excitement. This in my case meant warm and willing girls.

With my reputation as a hell raiser (the main reason that I ended up in the Marine Corps), and my Marine dress blues, it was a little like going after goldfish with two pound blocks of C4.

I had dallied with several young ladies during my first ten days in Anchorage, and then through a friend I met Jean.

Three couples and I had picked up my "blind date" Jean on our way to an overlook along Turnagain Arm for a session of beer drinking around a campfire, and on arrival we discovered that we had a small problem, actually thousands of them. Mosquitoes!

What the hell, we lit the driftwood fire and broke out the beer. The only remaining problem was how to get eight people close to the fire and still get enough of the smoke to keep those damn mosquitoes away.

Jean and I drew the short straw, and ended up on the upwind side with no protection. In Alaska, this is serious. Our solution at first was to pull up our jackets (evenings in Alaska are cool), pull up the zippers and try to keep the mosquitoes away from our faces.

After the first few beers, Jean began to warm up a little and I turned to her and put the opening of my jacket up to the one on hers and gave her a light kiss. She decided that this was not only a delightful idea, but that it solved the problem with the bugs.

Next thing I knew, she got up, faced me and sat her tight little butt down on my lap. We placed jacket neck to jacket neck to block out the mosquitoes and went back to exploring each others tonsils.

French kissing with someone as beautiful and as beautifully built as Jean has serious consequences when you're only 19 years old, and especially if this body is on your lap and wiggling the whole time.

Yup, Junior did his damnedest to try to stand up in my Levis without much success. I'm beginning to ache, and Jean is getting a silly grin on her face. Unfortunately, I was about to discover that Jean was a tease and not much more.

The Marines when not constrained by politicians have a reputation for conquest. We may find that our first attempts at an objective are repulsed, but we regroup and renew the attack.

I went home that night with a bad case of "lovers nuts", and started planning my next assault on the objective.

The next night, I took Jean out to dinner at one of the better restaurants in Anchorage, and then for a ride to one of the more popular overlooks. It didn't do me that much good, just more soul kissing and some snuggling in the front seat of the family's '57 Ford Fairlane, and the same "lovers nuts that I had ended up with the night before.

Night number three. This time I took Jean to the movies. We found two seats open in the back row of the balcony and hooray, I actually got to get in a little tit squeezing even if it was restricted to feeling those beautiful breasts through her sweater and bra. End result, a case of "blue balls that would keep me awake half the night, and a wet spot high on the front of my trousers. I took Jean to her home and then went to mine to suffer quietly.

Night number four. My parents and younger brother were going to be out of the house until midnight, so I walked Jean over to my place and put on some quiet music for background while we talked and snuggled on the sofa.

Jean made a serious mistake that evening. Jean sat at one end of the sofa enjoying the fire that I had started earlier, and I had convinced her to let me stretch out and use her lap for a pillow.

As we talked, I had to move my head out about four inches from her abdomen to see past those wonderfully shaped breasts (but I did manage to keep looking at them from to bottom side) as we talked about a little of everything.

After around twenty minutes of this, I rolled over onto my right side. This put my face almost in contact with her lower abdomen, and my warm exhalations started have some effect on Jean's breathing. As her breathing became slightly ragged, she bent her upper body over to look at me and wonder of wonders, her left breast was leaning on the side of my head and the right was resting just below my jaw.

With a slight twist of my head, my warm breath was now heating the underside of the right breast. The result was spectacular, she unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped out of her bra. Oh what a sight. Those breasts did not need a bra. Her areolas were puckered and her nipples were poking out like they were made of wood. I did manage to give them both a good massage, but I had to resort to more drastic measures.

Next, I rolled some more, so that I was face down in her lap. My hot breath was now directed down between her legs and right across her pussy. The return flow of air as I inhaled was filled with her fragrance.

Understand that this young lady had just finished taking a bubble bath several hours earlier, so what I was getting was a combination of bubble bath and female. Definitely female!

Her cunt smelled both sweet and musky, and make that heavy on the musk.

Results for the night, an aching crotch that would keep me awake until three in the morning. Oh well, such is life.

Night five was a family function that precluded any get together with Jean, but there is always tomorrow.

Night number six. The folks and little brother are out for the evening again with an ETA back home around midnight - 1:00 AM.

I started another fire in the fireplace, and walked over to Jeans house.

When I got there, Jean's mother asked me what we had eaten for dinner two nights earlier. I told her that we had stopped for pizza on the way to my house, and asked why she had asked.

Her mother told me that shortly after I had brought Jean home, she has developed severe stomach cramps that had kept her up until after 2:00 AM. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. What's that saying? I believe it's "Paybacks are a Bitch!".

Anyhow, Jean was feeling fine that evening, and we headed over to my place again.

While Jean settled in on the sofa to enjoy the fire on the hearth, I got busy in the kitchen and fixed cheese burgers with all the trimmings for the two of us.

After we had finished off the burgers and I had cleaned things up for the night, I settled on the sofa stretched out using her lap for a pillow again.

This time though it was only a few minutes before I rolled facing her stomach. It took just about ten breaths in that tender area between her navel and her mound before her breathing got a little ragged and she surprised me by removing the sweater she had worn tonight without my even having asked - second surprise of the evening was to discover that she had not worn her bra.

I reached up with both hands and started massaging her beautiful cone shaped breasts, starting at the bottom, slowly working out to the sides and then spiraling in gradually working my way to the nipples.

The next thing I know, Jean reached down and pulled my head up and one at a time placed each of those incredibly gorgeous nipples to my lips. What was I to do? I took each one in turn and gently sucked it in where I could give it the tender tongue lashing that it desired while using both hands to gently hold and massage the breast that I was nursing on. Jean sounded like she was having difficulty getting a deep breath, and just couldn't seem to stop wiggling her butt on the sofa.

TIME FOR THE KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did a fast rollover and started exhaling through her Levis right past her vulva. She started making a slight forward twitching with her hips and her perfume began to rise up into my face.

It only took five minutes of this before she asked me to let her stand up for a minute.

As Jean rose from the sofa, she was already undoing her belt. By the time she had finished standing up, she had begun lowering her Levis. As she bent over to take them off, I could see a two inch wide stripe where she had soaked them with her juices. No wonder that her perfume was so strong.

While Jean was bent over, I reached over and slid her panties down to her feet. As she turned back towards me, she stepped clear of them and sat back down and pulled my head back down to her lap where I started breathing across her nether lips once more. 

Jean started bucking her hips up into my face. I reached across her thighs with my right arm and took as much of her left ass cheek into my hand as I could - my left hand slid under her right cheek until my finger tips were able to brush through the crack of her wonderful ass. I buried my face into her crotch as hard as I could, and nuzzled down into that incredibly warm place.

Jean was letting out long slow moans by now, and I decided that it was time to shift positions. I rolled off the sofa and moved around so that I was in front of her and between her spread knees.

As I pulled her ass to the edge of the sofa ,she propped up her upper body with her elbows This allowed her to see what happened next.

I lifted her left leg until it was almost level and began kissing from the top front of her thigh down to the top of her foot. From there it was back to the top via the inside of her calf and thigh. Ratfink that I am, I stopped my travels two inches shy of my target.

I did the same treatment to her right leg, only this time, I continued on to heaven.

Jean was a natural blond with a fairly thick patch running in an inverted triangle running from the top of her slit about one third of the way to her navel. On her vulva, the hair thinned out to a sparse covering that did nothing to conceal those slightly puffy lips. With her juices beginning to run down towards her anus, there was nothing that I could do but to give her all assistance possible.

If there is anything more delightful than eating pussy, I have yet to discover it. I lifted her knees and spread them as wide as possible and then dove in face first.

My tongue went on autopilot. First it dove down into her vagina to scoop out all of the accumulated juice - guess what? Jean isn't a virgin. Then a slow trip towards the top, tasting and tickling her inner lips, and finish up with a twirl or two around her clit.

Jean's moans became shorter and considerably louder. Her hips were almost vibrating in short fast strokes and she started her first orgasm of the evening. As I picked up speed with my tongue, Jean's orgasms got stronger and closer together until finally, she went completely rigid. At this point, I grabbed her clit with my lips, sucked it in and tried to beat it to death with my tongue. Jean went totally apeshit.

Jean had locked her ankles together, and I thought that my head was going to be two inches narrower by the time she relaxed her grip. She yelled "Oh my God" at the top of her lungs and then just screamed. It was a damn good thing that the house sat in the middle of two and a half acres or someone would have probably called the cops.

I eased her down slowly from the intensity of the orgasm, straightened up and moved forward until the head of my dick was touching her pussy. Since she was propped on her elbows, she watched as I slowly slid into her. She had what can only be described as a silk pussy. It was so incredibly smooth. You kind of glided into her. That was until you bottomed out. That was when I discovered that she had totally relaxed her vaginal muscles as I entered, and that her cervix was the trigger that clamped those muscles. Each time I went into her it was gliding through silk, but, on the way back out those muscles clamped and rippled.

I started out with long slow strokes as I didn't want either of us to cum too soon. Her vagina naturally ended about four inches in, and then the muscles clamped. Stretching it for the remaining inches was like pushing through a slick vise. The out stroke was pure sexual delight as those muscles milked my dick as if it were a cows tit.

All this time Jean is making little "Oh" sounds each time I hit bottom.

We kept this up for a good fifteen minutes and then her orgasms started. Time to tease the lady.

Cute trick number 69, pull out until the head of my dick is almost clear and then push it back in just far enough to get past the first ring of vaginal muscle. Repeat rapidly. Jean's mind turned to jelly.

Jean went into a non-stop orgasm that I managed to keep going for at least ten minutes before returning to the slow stroke mode.

After she had recovered enough to talk, she said that she had never cum like that before and asked me if I had cum yet. I replied "No I didn't, and I've got some serious news for you". "What kind of news?" she asked. "I'm just getting a good start" I replied, and poured the coal to the boiler so to speak.

Jean wiggled, writhed, bucked and convulsed, and at the same time gasped, moaned, groaned and shrieked. As we approached what was to be her final orgasm and my first and last of the evening, her eyes rolled up and as I fired the last of six shots of jism into her cunt, she passed out cold.

Keeping my still rigid dick sheathed in her pussy, I reached behind her and pulled her limp body tightly against mine where I held her and gently kissed her face until she came to.

When we got up from the sofa, I discovered that we had created two very large wet spots. With my parents due home in about an hour, the only thing I could do was throw a little cologne on the spots and turn the cushions over. We then took a delightful cool shower together (complete with all the fun two soapy bodies can have) and I got Jean to drink several cups of strong coffee so that she wouldn't look like a wet dishrag when I got her home.

The remaining five days of my leave were all weekdays, and since both of her parents worked we used her bed for a repeat performance each day.

As I flew to San Francisco for transportation to Subic Bay, I couldn't help feeling sorry for both Jean and whomever she picked for her next lover - it was going to be very hard for her to find someone in her age bracket that had been as well trained by older women as I had been!

The End



Jean and Hurricane Eloise



This story is based upon real events in 1975.

Jean pounded on the steering wheel of her old Rambler sedan, "Shit, shit, shit!" Her heart was pounding after skidding into a water-filled ditch. She tried hitting the gas, but the tires just spun.

Torrential rain beat on the car and obscured her view of the desolate country road. A large tree branch slammed into the hood and bounced off. The car shook from the hurricane winds.

Jean was trembling from cold and the shock of the impact. Jean hugged her shivering body and tried to figure a way out of her predicament, "Someone has to come along this road. I just need to stay warm and not panic. I can get some warm clothes from my bag in the trunk."

The car door was stuck at first but creaked open when she shoved against it with all of her meager weight. She stepped out into the downpour and held onto the car as the wind threatened to blow her away. She saw that the car frame was hung up on the near bank of the ditch while the rear of the car was shoved against the opposite side of the water filled ditch. 

"OK Jean, you can do it. I just need to cross the ditch to get into the trunk. I can't get any wetter."

Jean held onto the car and tried to ease her way into the ditch. Her flip-flops slipped on the mud and she fell hard onto her hip as she slid into the ditch. Murky water came up to her waist after she fought her way back to her feet. Jean tried to laugh. "Well, that is one way to get into the ditch." The rear of the car was crumpled into the bank of the ditch. Jean couldn't budge the trunk. She pounded on the back of the old Rambler sedan with no effect.

She managed to crawl up the muddy bank by grabbing some roots. She stumbled into the car and jerked the door shut. She was shivering and exhausted from the effort. Her hip was bleeding and she had lost her flip-flops. Her once cute cutoff jeans were now ripped up one side to her waistband. She curled into a fetal position on the bench seat and hugged her knees. She screamed as another large branch slammed into the car. She began to sob.

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She had woken that the morning exhilarated at the prospect of seeing her boyfriend, Steve, one last time before he headed off to California to start his new job. She planned on fucking his brains out so he would remember her when he was surrounding by all of those dumb bleach blond California girls. She couldn't forget his stupid joke about wanting to date California girls.

It had been hot and sunny when she left Philadelphia for the four-hour trip north to Ithaca, NY. She hadn't planned on stopping along the way so she felt safe wearing a skimpy outfit that was to be Steve's special treat. The outfit consisted of frayed cutoff jeans and a knit cotton halter top. A small rip up the side of the jeans was fastened with a safety pin. Years later Steve would show her a picture taken from the side with her wearing this same outfit. She was shocked to see that the shorts revealed not only her long legs but also her lower ass cheeks. The halter top showed a lovely view of the sides of her pert breasts.

She had lived with Steve for two years while she finished her undergraduate degree at Cornell, and he completed his doctorate in physics. He was easily the smartest guy she had ever been with, but he was socially awkward. Still he had proven to be an enthusiastic lover once she had trained him. Why did guys have no idea that most women needed extra attention in order to have an orgasm? It was as if men thought that women got off just by having a cock pounded into their cunt.

At the end of the summer, she had left for Temple Law School in Philadelphia. Her aspiration was to litigate class action lawsuits in defense of women's rights. Instead, reality consisted of boring courses in Contracts, Torts and Property. The classes were harder than she had expected and she was struggling. She phoned Steve a couple of times a week and he had done his best to listen to her woes and offer encouragement. What she needed was a hug and some affection. When she called the night before, Steve had welcomed her to visit for his last weekend in New York. 

The beginning of what should have been a short trip up the interstate was in bright sunshine. The trees in the western Pocono Mountains were near the peak of their fall colors. The road provided striking views of hills and valleys coated in multiple shades of red, yellow and green. Her sunny mood faded while she was still south of Wilkes-Barre and the wind and rain began.

Jean also planned to visit her Mom while she was in Ithaca and had called her just before leaving Philadelphia. Her Mom cautioned her about Hurricane Eloise, but she also said it shouldn't be much of a problem since Eloise had made landfall along the Florida Panhandle and was expected to dissipate well before it reached Pennsylvania. Jean was unaware of the increasing threat from Eloise since the radio in her decrepit Rambler was broken as well as the heater.

The scenery was obscured by the driving rain and even with the wipers on high, her view of the road ahead was getting poorer by the minute. The temperature was dropping and she shivered in her scant outfit. A flash of anger crossed her mind as she remembered how her boyfriend had broken the car heater while trying to fix the cooling system.

As she rounded a bend, she saw flashing lights ahead on the interstate. Several cars were lined up. A state trooper in rain slicks was directing people toward the exit. When she got to the trooper, he said, "There is a serious truck accident ahead and you have to turn around or take the detour. I suggest taking the detour since the weather is a lot worse south of here."

"I don't have a map. Is the detour very long?"

The trooper replied, "It's only a couple of miles of good county highway. Just follow the car ahead and you'll be fine."

She took the detour and at first all was well. The country road was well maintained. She kept close to the car ahead and could see the lights of several cars in front of her, but there was nobody behind her. The road was covered in flowing water and occasionally there were deeper pools. She hit one of the pools and hydroplaned. She struggled with the wheel and managed to bring the car to a halt as the engine stalled.

As the lights of the cars ahead got dimmer, she struggled to restart the car. In desperation, she pumped the accelerator pedal but only succeeded in flooding the carburetor with gas. She took a deep breath and remembered instructions from her Mom who taught Driver's Education in high school. She held down the accelerator and cranked the starter. She managed to restart the car and urged it forward in an attempt to catch up with the other cars. She couldn't see anything except blowing rain and the wet winding road ahead. Several minutes of driving passed before the road she was on came to a fork. Both ways looked the same. Jean fought against the rising fear and turned left in the direction she figured would lead back to the interstate.

The road wound over hills covered by dense forest. The sky was getting darker from the storm. She didn't see any sign of civilization, not even a light. Suddenly the car shook as the pavement turned to gravel with a washboard surface. Jean muttered a curse and desperately looked for a place wide enough to turn around. As she came around a corner, the car skidded on a muddy patch. She tried to control the skid, but the car spun around and the rear end settled in a water filled ditch.

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She woke in alarm to the sound of someone pounding on the car roof and yelling.

"Hey, are you all right? Hey lady, do you need help?

Jean was blinded by a flashlight shining in her face. She shielded her eyes with her hand as she rolled down the window. Driving rain lashed her face as soon as she cracked the window.

Jean had to yell to be heard over the howling wind, "Oh thank god you're here. I need to get out of this ditch and back on the interstate."

The man trained the flashlight toward the back of the car and paused on the spot where the car frame rested on the bank of the ditch.

"Sorry, there is no way we are going to get your car out tonight. Even if we could most of the roads in the county are closed."

"But my Mom is expecting me at home. She'll be worried sick."

"Better she is worried than mourning you at your funeral. You can shelter at my cabin with my wife and son. It's just a short way down this road. I just made a run to the corner store for supplies so we should be able to ride out the storm."

Jean looked at the hulking form of the strange man with apprehension. She couldn't stay here but was he lying about a family? Jean shivered from cold and anxiety. A large gust of wind rocked the car and helped make up her mind. "Ok, I really appreciate your offer."

Jean closed the window and pushed on the door. It was stuck. The man grabbed the handle and jerked hard. The door slowly opened with a screech of tortured metal. The man wrapped his large, rough hand around her upper arm and pulled her out of the car into the driving rain. She stumbled as the wind threatened to carry her slender body off. 

The man half dragged her to his ancient pickup truck. He jerked open the passenger door and pushed her inside. He went around and got in. He cranked the engine over and over until it started. It was running rough, but at least the heat worked. Jean began to feel warm for the first time in hours. Her shoulder length brunette hair was plastered to her face. She was sopping wet and dripping all over the seat. She realized that the ratty seat bench was covered by a burlap sack. She relaxed about getting his seat wet.

Jean said, "Thanks for saving me. I was beginning to think I might die."

She looked at the tall man in the waning light. His eyes were glued on the road as he fought the wind and rain buffeting against the truck. He was a solidly built and looked like he was in his late thirties. His weather-beaten face and hands showed that he was used to hard outdoor work. He was dressed in overalls and rubber coated Mackintosh. His work boots were caked in mud.

He said, "Glad to help. I'm Owen, Owen Llewellyn. My wife Catrin will be happy to have some company in this storm. My boy's name in Trynt." 

"Thanks, Owen, I'm Jean."

Owen asked, "How did you end up out in the middle of nowhere on the track to my place?"

Jean didn't want to discuss her plans for her boyfriend and said, "I was taking a break from school to visit my Mom. I didn't think this hurricane was supposed to reach Pennsylvania."

"Yeah, we didn't get much warning either. Lucky for you I had to make a run for some supplies."

Jean watched the man as he spoke trying to read his intentions. His voice was strained from fighting the storm battering his truck but still he sounded gentle and intelligent. She hoped he was telling the truth since she had no way to defend herself against such a strong man. She had always been nervous around older men since she had been raised by a single parent since her father left when she was two.

Owen said, "We are almost to the cabin, but we have to cross a small stream around the bend. Hopefully, it hasn't risen too much yet. Best you hold on tight."

Even though Owen's words were reassuring, his furrowed brow and white knuckles gripping the steering wheel betrayed his apprehension. She became frightened when she saw the amount of water surging across a concrete culvert in the road ahead. She braced herself as Owen gunned the engine and plowed into the stream. Part way across the rear end of the truck broke loose and Jean was thrown across the seat into Owen's shoulder. Out of the driver's window she saw the raging stream plunging over a cliff into the darkness. Jean shrieked as Owen shoved her back to her side of the seat. The rear tires caught the edge of the culvert and Owen gunned the truck up the other side.

Owen exhaled and said, "That was a bit too hairy! Are you OK?"

Jean was trembling as she replied, "I think so. Are there anymore 'little streams' ahead?"

Owen laughed, "Nope that was the last. We have about a half mile left. Another hour of this downpour and that stream will be impassable. We are probably going to have to hole up in the cabin for a few days. Fortunately, your car is stuck near the top of a hill and should be all right."

They drove around a corner and stopped at the end of the dirt road. Owen turned off the headlights and plunged them into darkness. The storm cloud covered sky had been dark for several hours but now that the sun had set the darkness was total. He turned on a flashlight and pointed it out the passenger window indicating a well-worn path leading up a forested hill. The pine trees were swaying wildly in the wind and the rain was stronger than ever.

"It's about a quarter mile to the cabin. The trees will give us some cover until we get to the top. I'd like to get the supplies up in one trip. You look a little scrawny, but I think you can handle the smaller bag."

As he talked, he focused on her for the first time. He could not believe anyone would go out in a storm dressed in such a ridiculous outfit. She was barefoot and her long legs were bare up to a ragged pair of cutoff jeans. The short jeans were ripped up the side to the waistband showing her hip and the top of her low rise panties. Her rain soaked halter top was made of thin cotton that tied behind her neck and in the middle of her back. Twin bulges in the halter top hinted at her hardened nipples. From the side, the sagging halter top exposed the side of her ample breast almost to the nipple.

Jean shrank under his stare and crossed her arms around her chest. She said, "I'll do my best."

"Good. I'll help you into the trees and then go back for the supplies."

Owen got out of the truck and worked his way to her door. He grabbed her upper arm and helped her as she stumbled barefoot into the shelter of the forest. He went back and got the smallest bag.

Owen had to yell to be heard over the wind, "You'll have to hold this while I get the other bags."

He handed her the end of a large burlap bag and positioned the load in the middle of her back. She leaned forward under the weight and almost fell. She couldn't believe he expected her to carry so much. He went back and returned with two even larger bags. He had one over each shoulder and was bent under the weight.

He yelled, "We need to get moving. Can you make it?"

Jean looked up at him and shouted, "Let's go!"

He started up the path to his cabin. He moved slowly under his heavy load. Even so, she struggled to keep up in the drenching rain. The trail was covered in wet pine needles that provided soft but firm footing for her bare feet. 

The woods were illuminated only by the flashlight and continual flashes of lightning. Every now and then a tree branch came crashing down close enough for them to hear it over the roar of the wind. Even though he had said a quarter of a mile, it seemed like they had been walking forever. Finally, a flash of lightning revealed a small log cabin set into a hill next to a barn and a large pig pen. 

Owen leaned into the wind and quickened his pace while Jean struggled to keep her footing on the now slippery path. She made it to the pens and only had a few yards to go to the shelter of the cabin. Suddenly her feet went out from under her and she slipped down the slope on her back. She desperately held on to the bag and dragged it behind her as she slowly slid into a muddy pig pen. Just as her head slide under the mud, she felt the bag being pulled up the bank. Owen drew her slowly from the pen as she retched and spit out gobs of stinking muck.

"You sure picked the worst place to fall. God, you are a stinking mess!"

He dragged her the last few yards to the partial shelter of the cabin porch. He put her bag onto a bench next to his bags. He pulled her back out into the rain. Water was pouring off of the roof of the cabin. He pushed her under the largest stream. Jean shivered from the cold water as the mud came flowing off. Owen helped her back onto the porch after most of the mud washed off.

He yelled, "I'm going to get my wife to help you finish washing up."

He opened the cabin door and set the three bags inside. His wife came to the door and threw her arms around his neck.

"I was so worried! You were gone so long."

Owen shouted over the storm, "Johnson road was flooded and I had to backtrack. This women's car was in a ditch on the way to our place. It's really not her day; she just slipped into the pig pen and needs to get clean before she comes inside. I'm going to check on the animals in the barn."

His wife ducked back inside and reappeared with a block of homemade soap and a lantern.

His wife yelled, "Hi, I'm Catrin. We need to get you cleaned up. We may be stuck inside for a while and the smell of pig slop will get overwhelming. I'm afraid you need to remove all of your clothes. Once we get most of the muck off, I have a warm tub of water inside to finish the job and thaw you out. I just need to finish my son's bath before you can have the tub."

Jean was exhausted and she was trembling from the cold. Even in the partial protection of the porch, the cold, wet wind threatened to knock her down. She desperately wanted to get into the shelter of the cabin. She reluctantly peeled off her halter top and dropped it on the bench. Her torso was coated with muck and her hair was a mess. As she washed her hair, she was embarrassed by Catrin staring at her bouncing breasts. Her stained nipples were erect from the cold. Jean turned her back to the woman and rinsed her hair under the water pouring off of the roof. She lathered her hair up again and after a second rinse she was satisfied. She began to scrub her chest with the rough soap. The soap contained small pieces of ash that scratched her tender breasts. Her icy cold nipples were especially sensitive.

Catrin took the halter top and rinsed it in the stream of water flowing off of the roof. She hung the halter top on a nail high on the cabin wall. She said, "Can I wash your back?"

Jean nodded. She was surprised at the strength in the petite woman's rough hands. Jean had to brace herself against one of the porch pillars as Catrin forcefully scrubbed her back.

When Catrin was done she yelled in Jean's ear, "OK, now you need to remove those shorts. They're just plain filthy."

Jean skinned off the shorts revealing her bikini panties that barely covered her curvaceous ass. Jean was dismayed to see that her once light blue panties were now dark with muck from the pig pen. Catrin took the shorts from Jean and rinsed them before hanging them on another nail. 

Catrin yelled, "Afraid you'll need to remove everything. Those panties are disgusting. We can clean them later."

Jean looked at woman in disbelief. She was shivering uncontrollably and started to cry.

Catrin put her arm around Jean's shoulder and said, "Please we need to get you clean and inside quick. Don't worry you're safe here."

Jean peeled off her filthy panties and handed them to Catrin. She had recently found a place in Philly that had shaved and waxed her bush except for a small trim triangle above her slit. Bare pussy was something very new and she hoped to surprise her boyfriend. She was disgusted to see that the pig muck had even reached her triangle of brown pubic hair. She scrubbed her pussy hard with the scratchy soap and worked her fingers into her slit. Next she washed her ass which felt slippery from the muck. She paid particular attention to her butt crack. When she was satisfied, she started working on her long legs. She was just finished when a strong gust blew Catrin into her and they went down in a pile on the porch deck. Catrin helped her up holding onto a pillar.




Jean and Hurricane Eloise



Catrin yelled in Jean's ear, "That's good enough. Let's get you rinsed and inside."

Catrin held onto her and guided her under the stream of water. Catrin turned her around to get her other side and then pulled her toward the door. Once inside, Catrin slammed and barred the door shut against the howling wind.

Catrin threw an empty burlap sack on the floor next to the door and told Jean to stand on the bag until the bath was free. Catrin grabbed a threadbare towel and handed it to Jean. The small bath towel was thin and had several holes. 

Catrin said, "Stay here and wrap this around you while I finish my son's bath." 

Inside the log cabin, it was very warm and quieter. As Jean's eyes adjusted to the dim light, her nose was entertained with the smell of baking bread and chicken stew mixed with the pine smoke from the fireplace. She saw that there was only one small, dimly lit room with two doors on the far wall. All of the windows were boarded up against the storm. A glowing fireplace provided heat and a little light. There was an old couch in front of the fire. Behind the couch was a small wooden dining table with four mismatched chairs. A small kitchen filled the rest of the room. There was a wood burning iron stove with two kettles of water heating on top. Next to the stove was a small sink with a pump faucet. On the kitchen counter was a dim kerosene lamp that provided most of the light in the room. In front of the kitchen cabinets was a large galvanized water trough that was being used for a bath tub. Sitting in the bath was a young man with his back to the door. He turned his head and looked at her over his muscular shoulder.

Jean inhaled sharply and clutched the skimpy towel to her trembling body. My god, he was beautiful! 

Catrin said, "Don't worry about my son Trynt. He was injured in a football accident in college and has been simple ever since. He's a good boy and causes no harm, but he hasn't talked since. At least he helps around the farm with simple chores. As soon as I finish washing him, you can have the bath. I'll add some hot water and we'll get you warmed up quick."

Jean nodded. She couldn't take her eyes off of the young man. He looked like he was about her age in his early twenties. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen outside of a movie. He was tall and lean but well-muscled. He had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was also staring at her intently. His eyes ran over her body from head to toe. She was still cold but now her trembling came from the excitement of him watching her.

As Catrin began soaping her son's hair she started cooing to her son over and over, "Lovely Trynt, my sweet boy let's get you nice and clean."

Catrin's braided blond hair was dripping wet from being out in the storm. She was wearing an old homemade sleeveless shirt dress that only reached her mid thighs. Several of the buttons up the front of her dress were missing. The thin, tattered dress was soaked and plastered to her skin. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra because Jean could see her dark areolas through the threadbare cloth. 

Catrin rinsed her son's hair using a bowl to lift water from the tub. She continued to wash her son's body with her bare hands starting with his back. She scrubbed hard much as she had done with Jean. She lightly washed his face and then did his chest that was graced with a few blond curls. All of the while she kept cooing to her son as if she was singing a lullaby. 

Suddenly Jean felt a cold, wet nose against her crotch. She looked down at a large black mongrel dog growling with bared teeth. His face was pushing up under her ragged towel. She screamed in surprise and fear. She fell back against the wall. He looked like he was about to rip her body to pieces.

Catrin sprang to her defense and punched the dog forcefully. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to his bed by the fireplace. All the while she screamed curses at a dog that was clearly bigger than her.

"Buck, you are a damn nasty beast. I'll beat the crap out of you if you go near her again. Damn you!"

She put her arm around Jean, who was crying and shaking from the attack and said, "I hate that dog. Owen got him for Trynt when he was just a boy. Owen has a strange loyalty to the dog as a result of Trynt's accident. I've asked him to get rid of the dog again and again. Whatever you do don't bend over or kneel down with that dog around you. It's annoying when he humps your leg and I've had to fight him off more than once. If he knocks you to the ground try kicking him with both feet or punching him in the nose. You should be safe with Owen or me around. Sorry, but Trynt is not much help."

She went back to finish Trynt's bath and said, "Time to stand up sweet Trynt. We need to wash the rest of you so Jean can have the tub."

Catrin pulled on her son's arm and he slowly rose to his feet. Trynt towered over his mother. Jean could only see his backside. His mother proceeded to wash Trynt's lower back and buttocks, still with her bare hands. The distant look in Catrin's eyes appeared to Jean as though the woman was repeating a ritual that had gone on for too many years without hope. Next she moved to wash his stomach and Jean saw Catrin's hands disappear into his crotch. By the motion of Catrin's arms, it was obvious that she was rubbing his private parts with vigor. Jean saw a slight smile form on Trynt's face that turned to an expression of bliss as Catrin's continued her intimate washing.

Catrin knelt down and lovingly washed her son's long sturdy legs while continuing to coo words of love to him. When she was done washing him, she rinsed him off using the bowl to scoop water again and again. Finally, she grabbed another well-worn bath towel and had her son bend over as she dried his hair and upper body. She took her time as she slowly worked the towel lower. When she finished his thighs, she took his hand and guided him out of the tub. She knelt down and wiped his calves and feet.

When Trynt stepped out of the tub, he had turned sideways. Jean saw his broad chest and flat stomach. Her eyes dropped to his curly blond pubic hair framing a large semi-erect penis. Jean blushed but could not tear her eyes away from his penis. It was fairly long but what was most remarkable was its thickness. She had never seen one as big, it was as thick as one of the large dildos she had discovered in her mother's bedside table.

When Catrin was done drying her son, she led him through one of the doors in the back of the cabin. The dim light reflected off of a shelf of trophies. It was Trynt's bedroom. Catrin left him there and came back to the kitchen. She took a pot of hot water off of the stove and poured it into the tub. She tested the temperature and then beckoned Jean to get in. She refilled the kettle using the pump and placed it on the stove to heat.

Jean had an older brother, but he was old enough that she had never shared a bath with him. She had never shared a bath with anyone and here this woman wanted her to climb into a used bath.

Catrin saw Jean hesitate. She said, "No need to worry, we all share the same bath around here. It takes too long to heat that much water. As soon as my husband returns from the animals, he'll take a bath too. After him, I'll pop in. So if you don't hurry, Owen will be back from the barn and want his turn. Besides it's the fastest way to warm you up."

Jean was still cold and she was exhausted from the long day. She obeyed Catrin and handed her the towel covering her body. She climbed into the tub and sat down. It was a deep tub and the soapy water rose to her breasts. The tub was long enough that she could slide down with her knees slightly bent. The water was now up to her neck. She rested her head on the broad rim of the tub and let out a long sigh of pleasure. She relaxed for the first time in hours.

Catrin said, "OK girl, you just soak and get warm. I need to dress Trynt. I'll be back soon to help if you need it."

Jean gave her a slight smile and nodded. She closed her eyes and started to drift off with the image of the beautiful Trynt in her mind. She woke up when Catrin and Trynt returned. Trynt was dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt. Catrin led him to the sink to get him a glass of water. As Catrin pumped the water, Trynt stared at Jean. He seemed puzzled by the stranger. She looked down and realized that the soap bubbles had mostly disappeared and her naked body was illuminated by the nearby lantern. She desperately tried to cover herself with her hands.

After Trynt had gulped down a large glass of water, Catrin led him to the couch in front of the fire. He seemed to be hypnotized by the dancing flames.

Catrin walked over to Jean and said, "You need to get going on your bath. If you need help just ask. I can at least scrub your back for you. Otherwise, I need to finish dinner."

Jean nodded, "Thanks. I'm sorry I think I fell asleep."

Jean smelled her shoulder length hair and caught a faint whiff of pig. She washed her hair again. She followed by washing her face, chest and arms. She asked Catrin for help with her back. Catrin vigorously scrubbed her back and then went back to making dumplings. Jean looked over at Trynt on the couch. He seemed to be focused on the fire. She stood up and washed her bare pussy and butt with the rough soap. She gingerly ran a soapy finger up and down her slit. She bent down and washed her sore legs. She rubbed hard trying to work out the knots in her muscles. She looked up to see Catrin staring at her bald pussy with a slight smile. Jean blushed as she tried to imagine what Catrin thought about her waxed pussy.

Jean murmured, "I think I'm done. Can I have the towel, please?"

Catrin handed her the same damp towel. "Sorry, we don't have a lot of towels. This one will have to do. I've been trying to figure out what you can wear. I don't have time to clean your clothes tonight and all of my clothes are too small for you. Maybe one of Trynt's tee shirts will do. He's big enough that they should fit you like a dress."

Jean dried herself as best she could and then wrapped the wet towel around her body. It didn't entirely make it around her thin body and she tucked the ends together under her arm leaving a gap up the side. She couldn't fasten the bottom edge either since her hips were wider than her chest. The towel was short and just covered her private parts. She couldn't wrap it any lower since the top was barely above her nipples. She had a hard time finding a way to keep the rather large holes from revealing something. Finally, she found a position where only the side of her torso and a couple of spots on her chest and belly were exposed.

Catrin led her over to the couch and said, "You need to stay warm while you get dry. I'll find something for you to wear once you are dry. Meanwhile, I need to cut some vegetables for the chicken stew. You just sit here and relax. Trynt is harmless."

Catrin threw another log on the fire and went back to work in the kitchen.

Jean glanced over at Trynt sitting on the far side of the large couch. He was now focused on her with the same dazed expression he had shown while watching the fire. Trynt was sitting on the side of her with the gap in the towel. She knew the side of her breast was exposed as well as her hip. Jean tried to adjust the towel better but only succeeded in popping a nipple out through one of the holes. She quickly moved the towel back to where it had been. She looked at Trynt again. God, he was beautiful and now he had a small smile on his face as he stared at her.

Jean took a deep breath and tried to relax. At least Trynt hadn't bothered her like the dog. Jean flinched at the memory and looked at the beast lying in his bed not more than 6 feet away. The dog was lying with his chin on the bed. He was staring at her intently. When he saw her looking at him, he bared his teeth and gave a low growl.

Ordinarily Jean loved dogs. She once had a small female cocker spaniel that was now living with her Mom. Her dog Felicity was a sweetheart and the friend of everyone in the neighborhood. She was small and never barked in anger. Buck, however, was a nasty brute and bigger than her. She was scared of the dog and squirmed as she watched him. But he seemed to be cowered by the scolding from Catrin and remained sulking in his bed.

The warmth of the fire was getting to Jean. She could barely hear the crackling of the fire over the steady howl of the storm outside. The constant roar of the wind reminded her of how exhausted she was. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She was startled awake by the howl of the storm and Owen slamming the door as he came inside. Jean was aware of him staring at her as if he was wondering where she had come from. 

"That's OK girl. You take your time and get warm."

Owen walked over to the fireplace and adjusted the logs. He added another large piece of wood and sat down on the couch between her and Trynt. He put his arm around his son and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Catrin asked her husband, "Can I get you something before dinner? It may be awhile before the vegetables are ready."

"I would enjoy some whiskey. Maybe a bit of bread and cheese to tied me over to supper. Jean might like a nip too."

Catrin went to a cupboard and took down a brown bottle and two small jelly glasses. She filled a pitcher with water and carried all of them over to her husband. She knew he was exhausted from his trip to the store and tending to the animals. She went back into the kitchen and cut off a hunk of homemade bread. She opened a small door on the wall of the cabin to get into a small box cooled by water evaporating from burlap. She removed some of the cheese she had made months ago. She placed these on a chipped plate and put them on a small table in front of her husband.

Catrin kissed him on the cheek and said, "You and I can bathe when you are ready. Afterward, I'll pop some dumplings into the chicken stew and we can eat. You just rest for now."

Owen said to Jean, "You've had a rough day and a little whiskey will help you to relax before dinner. I made this whiskey myself and it has a wee bit of a bite. I think you will like it better cut with some water."

Jean was no stranger to alcohol and regularly got tipsy during Friday happy hour and school parties. When she had met her boyfriend at a Christmas party, she had impressed him by drinking him under the table. 

Jean said, "I'd love some. It's been an awful day and I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't rescued me."

Owen poured a healthy amount of whiskey into a jelly glass and topped it off with an equal amount of water. He handed it to Jean and poured himself a glass straight.

He clinked his glass against hers and said, "Here's to shelter from the storm."

Jean just said, "Amen to that."

She took a swallow of her drink and struggled not to choke. It was really harsh and strong. She blinked back some tears.

After Owen took a long drink, and then said, "Perhaps you should sip it until you get familiar with it."

Jean nodded. Suddenly there was a loud thud as a large tree limb crashed into the side of the house. Jean jumped and looked around the room wide-eyed.

Owen said, "Don't worry. The cabin is solid and anchored to the hillside. The roof is made of thick planks held down by steel bands. The house survived hurricane Agnes in '72 just fine. After Agnes, I put slabs of slate on every plank on the roof. So far, this storm is nothing like Agnes."

Jean took a deep breath to relax and tried another sip. Owen took out a pocket knife and cut a slice of bread and placed a piece of cheese on top. He offered it to her and said, "My wife's homemade bread and cheese are the best in the county."

She took a bite while he cut another serving for Trynt. It was heavenly. Of course, she was starved but none the less the bread and cheese were heavenly. She washed the bite down with a larger sip of whiskey. She tried to ignore the constant pelting of the cabin by rain and flying branches.

Owen gave some bread and cheese to Trynt, who seemed to be able to eat without help. Jean wondered why he needed help with his bath if he could do chores and feed himself. Owen took some for himself and sat back on the couch. He let out a long sigh as he chewed on the bread and cheese. He took another swallow of whiskey.

Jean felt her body relax as she alternated whiskey with the bread and cheese. When she finished the snack, Owen offered her more. She gladly accepted. She was surprised to find her drink gone. Owen took the glass from her and refilled it. This time he only added a splash of water to a larger serving of whiskey. He handed her more bread and cheese before taking some for himself and Trynt.

When he sat back again he said, "I love sitting on the couch after finishing my work for the day. I can sit in front of the fire with Trynt and watch my wife in the mirror on the mantle."

Jean looked up and noticed the mirror for the first time. She could see Catrin working in the kitchen. As she watched, Catrin seemed to dance from one task to another. After a while, she took the kettles of hot water from the stove and added them to the bath.

Catrin came up behind Owen and put a hand gently on his shoulder.

Catrin said, "Now that you've finished your snack, it's time for your bath. We have just enough time before the dinner is ready."

Owen rose with a slight groan and walked into the kitchen. Jean could see him in the mirror. She was feeling a warm glow from the whiskey and watched as covertly as she could. Owen took off his overalls and draped them over a chair. He grinned at his wife as he slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt.

Catrin got impatient, "You'll be the death of me. Come get those off this instant!" She stepped behind him and pulled the shirt off leaving him in his boxers.

Jean could see that he had a weathered but tall, muscular body. He didn't appear to be older than his late thirties. Catrin didn't appear that old either. They must have had Trynt at an early age.

Catrin quickly pulled Owen's boxers down as well. Before Owen lowered himself into the bath, Jean could see where Owen had gotten his thick penis. 

Jean was surprised when Catrin quickly shucked her dress and dropped her panties. Catrin was a petite blond with generous breasts and bushy blond pubic hair. She quickly scooted into the tub behind her husband. Jean could see that Trynt's beauty came from both of his parents. She continued to watch as Catrin lovingly washed her husband's hair and scrubbed his back. She wrapped her arms around her husband and washed his chest. When she finished his top both of them switched places and Owen began to wash his wife. They had obviously done this many times before. When Owen began on his wife's chest, Jean could see him giving Catrin's breasts extra attention. She laid back against his chest as her husband pinched her nipples and rubbed her breasts.

Then one of Owen's hands disappeared from view. Jean didn't need much imagination to realize where it had gone. Catrin expression was now one of bliss and her body was trembling with passion. Jean could hear her whimpering softly as her husband continued to pleasure her with his big hands. Finally, Catrin's body tensed and she arched back against her husband. Her quivering hips came into view with her husband's hands buried in her sex. Slowly Catrin sank back into the bath with a long sigh.

Owen stood up in the bath and his wife knelt before him. She gently washed his legs and worked up to his ass. Jean was enthralled by Owen's firm erection. After washing Owen's ass, Catrin turned her attention to her husband's penis. She gently washed it and then rinsed it using the bowl. When the soap was gone, she took his penis into her mouth. She worked one hand on the base of his shaft while the other rubbed his balls. She started slowly and gradually began to work his penis in and out of her mouth with greater speed. Owen's eyes were squeezed tight.




Jean and Hurricane Eloise



Jean had never watched anyone engage in sex. She had not even seen any of the underground porn movies available in Philadelphia. She took a deep drink of whiskey. She was excited and realized that her pussy was getting wet. Still she could not take her eyes off of the pair.

Owen now had a hand on the back of his wife's head and he was vigorously thrusting into his wife's mouth. If she hadn't retained control with her hand on his shaft, he would have buried himself down her throat. Suddenly Owen groaned and held still. His wife began to swallow as she milked her husband's balls. Eventually, she pulled away and washed his penis again. After she had rinsed it, she stood in the tub. Her husband knelt down in front of her and finished washing her. 

Catrin grabbed the one remaining towel and gently dried her husband. She handed the wet towel to her husband so he could dry her as best he could. They both stepped out of the bath and dressed in the same clothes. Jean noted that neither of them bothered with their underwear. Catrin was damp and naked under her thin dress.

Catrin checked the dinner. She said, "It'll be another ten minutes or so before I can add the dumplings. Jean we need to find you some clothes."

She came over to Jean and offered a hand to help her off the couch. Jean felt a bit dizzy. She wasn't sure how much she had had to drink. She knew she needed dinner and a bed.

Catrin grabbed the flashlight and led her into the room in the back belonging to her son Owen. The room was small with barely enough room for the door to open on a room filled with a bed. A few clothes were neatly folded on shelves attached to the walls. Most of the shelf space was occupied by football trophies. Catrin climbed on the bed and pulled Jean after her before closing the door.

Catrin said, "I have nothing of my own that will fit you. I am hoping maybe one of my son's old tee shirts will work."

She found a tee shirt with sleeves as well as a worn sleeveless "A" style muscle tee shirt. Did everything in the cabin come with holes?

Jean dropped her towel and pulled on a tee shirt with sleeves. It was impossibly short, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed.

Catrin laughed and said, "That'll never work. If you wear that around my husband he will probably fuck me blind."

Jean was taken aback by Catrin's language but then she had just watched the two of them have sex in the tub. She shucked the first shirt and pulled on the sleeveless tee shirt. Thankfully it was much longer and covered her to the middle of her thighs. But it had gaping armholes and the neckline fell below her nipples. 

Catrin said, "I can fix that easily."

She grabbed the two thin straps and tied them both together in a knot behind Jean's neck. This pulled the neckline up over her breasts and reduced the armholes as well. Unfortunately, the bottom of the shirt now barely covered her privates with maybe a couple of inches to spare. She wouldn't dare bend over. Still it was better than the towel even though it seemed to be even thinner and had as many holes. One hole revealed a lot of her back just above her ass. Another hole showed the bottom of her right breast and extended down nearly to her belly button. The bottom of the shirt was frayed and the seam on one side had separated up to the middle of her hip.

Jean desperately wanted panties. She asked Catrin, "If you are done with the bath water, could I try to wash my panties in the tub?"

Catrin said, "Oh yes, I hope Owen hasn't emptied it yet."

Catrin opened the bedroom door and saw that Owen was back sitting in front of the fire. She asked Owen to help her with the door that was shaking under the impact of the wind. Owen leaned his shoulder against the door and Catrin removed the wooden cross beam securing the door. He slowly opened the door to the fury of the storm. A spray of rain blown by the wind peppered them all. Catrin edged out to retrieve Jean's panties and found the nails were bare. The gale had carried off all of Jean's clothes. Catrin quickly ducked back inside. Jean looked at her in shock when Catrin gave her the news.

Catrin yelled, "Let's empty the tub while the door is open." Owen pulled on one end while Catrin and Jean pushed the tub to the door. Owen lifted it over the transom and he tipped it over as soon it was on the porch. He quickly pulled the tub back inside.

Catrin yelled, "Close the door!" Catrin joined Owen in pushing the door closed. While Owen braced the door, Catrin picked up the heavy wooden beam and securely barred the door. All three of them were damp from the spray.

Catrin turned to Jean and said, "I'm really sorry, but your clothes are all gone. I was sure they would be safe on the porch, but the wind carried them off."

Jean nodded and said, "Thanks for trying." She brushed her hand down her butt and was grateful she was covered.

Catrin stirred the chicken stew and proceeded to drop dollops of dough into the pot. While the dumplings were cooking, she set the table with bowls and soup spoons. She asked what everyone wanted to drink.

Owen said he would stick with the whiskey. Catrin said she would join him. Jean felt she had already had too much to drink but didn't want to spoil the party. She asked for another whiskey cut in half with water.

Finally, dinner was ready and all four of them sat at the table. The chicken stew was delightful – tasty and hot. The dumplings were delicious. All of them were ravenous and ate in silence. Even Trynt seemed to be able to feed himself although haltingly. When everyone was finally satisfied, Catrin checked the pot.

"Not enough to save." Catrin dropped a small ladle of stew into everyone's bowl.

Owen said, "I think I'll try to get the weather on the radio."

He pulled down a portable radio and inserted four batteries. Finally, he found some weather news. It did not sound good. Even though the hurricane had fallen apart, it had collided with a weather front and was stalled over the eastern half of Pennsylvania. Everyone was warned to stay off of the roads and expect at least two more days of torrential rain. People in low-lying areas should seek shelter on higher ground. Flooding was already extensive and the governor had declared a State of Emergency.

Owen said, "Well we have enough food. We won't eat well, but we won't starve either. Except for tending to the animals in the barn, we can stay inside."

Jean asked, "But what about flooding?"

Owen replied, "We're fine. Both the cabin and the barn are on a hillside 50 or so feet above the creek. We had lots to spare when hurricane Agnes dumped on us in '72."

Catrin said, "It's getting late. I think we should do the dishes and get to bed. Tomorrow could be another long day."

Catrin got Jean to dry the dishes while she washed. Owen helped Trynt to bed. After they had finished the dishes, Catrin went in to kiss Trynt goodnight. She told Trynt she loved him and added, "Be nice to Jean."

Catrin came out and said to Jean, "We only have two beds. Owen and I are feeling frisky so you'll have to share Trynt's bed. It's not big, but I've slept with him when he was having nightmares after his accident. You'll be fine. He's a good boy and won't bother you a bit."

Jean was not eager to share Trynt's bed. She said, "I can sleep on the couch. It's plenty big and it's comfortable enough.

Catrin shook her head. "I don't think that is a good idea. It'll get cold out here once the fires die down. I cannot say you'll be safe out here either with that disgusting dog. He's been crazy ever since Trynt's accident.

Jean said, "Well he's been good ever since you yelled at him. I'd prefer to try the couch."

Catrin relented. "OK let me get you a blanket. I'll leave Trynt's door open in case you change your mind. If Buck gives you any trouble, punch him in the nose. Don't be afraid to kick him hard with both feet if he knocks you down. You can try yelling bad dog and Buck behave but I doubt he will listen. Just be aware that with the howling wind, Owen and I probably won't hear you even if you scream at the top of your lungs."

Jean nodded and said, "Thanks for everything. I think I'll sleep like a log."

Catrin brought out a blanket and said, "Good night and good luck. Hope you sleep tight."

Catrin joined Owen in their bedroom and firmly closed the door.

Jean wrapped herself in a blanket and curled up on the couch. She quickly fell asleep. Her sleep was disturbed by a dream that she was in her car floating downstream in a flood that was carrying away both houses and trees. Just when she thought all was lost, a big handsome man came to her rescue. He pulled her from the car and tenderly carried her to solid land. He continued to carry her to a beautiful cabin sitting in the sun surrounded by green trees. Once inside he took off her cold, wet clothes and laid her naked on a large bed. She quivered as he laid down beside her and started to kiss her passionately.

Jean awoke with a start to find Buck licking her face. She pushed him away and he began to growl. Buck seized the end of the blanket in his mouth and jerked hard spinning her to the floor.

Jean yelled at the dog as she stood up and tried to pull the blanket from his mouth, "Bad dog! Buck behave!"

The more she pulled, the more the dog pulled. The dog shook his head from side to side causing her to stumble and fall. The dog was easily winning this one-sided contest. Finally, Jean gave up and curled up on the couch again. The cabin was cooler but still warm enough to sleep without a blanket. She was facing the dog from less than four feet. Buck was baring his teeth and giving a low steady growl. He apparently did not like her looking at him. She rolled over and faced away from the fire which produced the only light in the room. She drew her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes.

The low growling got louder. Buck stuck his nose firmly into her exposed crotch. Jean jumped and spun around on the couch facing the dog on her knees. The dog edged forward growling. When he got close, she hit him hard in the nose. The dog fell back with a yelp and then leaped at her. Jean tumbled back just barely getting her legs between her face and the dogs snarling mouth. She kicked with all of her might and then spun off of the couch. She only made it halfway to the open bedroom door before the dog knocked her down from behind. Buck took her by the hair and shook her head. Jean screamed.

She rolled over onto her back and hit the dog over and over. Her feeble blows had no effect. The dog was straddling her body with the fireplace behind him. His snarling mouth was only inches from her throat. Drool from his fierce mouth was falling on her chest and neck. Jean could see the silhouette of his dick protruding from his belly. Oh my god! Is he going to fuck me or kill me? 

She panicked. Tears streamed from her eyes. "No Buck, No. Bad dog. Be a good dog and let me go. Please, please, please."

Pleading made no impact and the dog began to sniff her body. Her hands were trying to push the dog's head away. The dog was powerful and the only effect of her pushing was to slide her body across the floor and bring Buck's vicious mouth to her waist. When his nose dropped to sniff her crotch, she pulled her knees up and kicked both feet into his head with all of her might. The dog went flying. Jean scrambled for the door and ran into Trynt's room. The dog went flying past the door catching the bottom of her tee shirt in his mouth. She slammed the door shut and latched it. 

Sobbing she sank to the floor hugging her shaking body. Eventually, she managed to calm down and she tried to assess her situation. The room was pitch black and the floor was too cold and hard to sleep on. She could hear Trynt softly snoring nearby, barely audible over the howling wind. She felt along the top of the bed. She gently touched Trynt's head and froze. His breathing did not change. She continued to feel along the bed. Although Trynt was a big man, there was space between Trynt and the wall. She scooted into the bed under the covers. The feather mattress sagged slightly. It felt warm and heavenly. She rolled onto her side facing the wall. At first she was apprehensive about being in bed with this beautiful stranger. Trynt's breathing remained steady and she began to feel warm and safe. Finally, she fell into a deep sleep. 

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Her dream continued from before. Her hero was lying behind her with his body pressed against her back, spooning her to warm her body. He was breathing softly into her hair. His arm held her naked body pressed to his chest. She wanted him to make love to her, but he continued to lie peacefully behind her. As she became more aroused, she awoke.

Jean awoke slowly, feeling warm and contented. The storm was still howling outside the sturdy cabin, but she felt completely safe. She was lying on her right side facing the cabin wall in pitch black room.

She could also hear Trynt breathe softly into her hair. She became aware that his body was pressed against her back. His left hand was on her bare stomach, holding her tightly against his bare torso. She startled as she became aware that her tee shirt had been pushed up almost to her breasts and the lower part of her was completely naked. Thankfully, his soft regular breathing seemed to indicate that he was asleep.

She tried to untangle herself from Trynt's grasp. She pulled on the hand on her stomach while twisting her body up and away. All she managed to do was push his left hand lower on her stomach where it was now touching the triangular patch of her pubic hair. While her body was raised up from the bed, his right arm had pushed under body. His muscular arm now pinned her right arm to her side. His right hand found its way under her tee shirt and gently grasped her left breast. Somehow his breathing was still soft and regular. She was trapped between Trynt and the cabin wall.

Jean's breathing was rapid. She felt a rising panic. Was this man going to rape her in his sleep? His massive prick would split her in two. Should she wake him? No one would hear her over the storm if she screamed.

After a while, she realized nothing was happening. She calmed herself by breathing slowly and deeply.

Come on Jean, think. How do I get myself out of this? Do I want to stop this? My god, I'm lying here with the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I haven't had sex in months and watching him being bathed by his mother made me really horny. But what would his parents think? Would I be taking advantage of a handicapped man?

Finally, she decided that she really did need to free herself from Trynt. Whether she wanted sex or not, it was a bad idea. She braced her hands and feet against the cabin wall and attempted to push Trynt back to the other side of the bed. She pushed with all of her might. Her muscles were trembling with the effort and she was breathing hard. Slowly she made some progress but it seemed to take forever. He still held tightly to her body. His breathing changed. She froze.

His right hand began to slowly caress her breast. He gently pinched her nipple and pulled it away from her body. He continued caressing her breast that just filled his large hand. His left hand began playing with her pubic hair and slowly pushed lower. She grabbed his wrist with her left hand and tried to stop him. She kept her thighs pressed tightly together.

He removed his left hand from her crotch and moved it to the top of her left thigh. He gently ran his hand up and down her soft flesh from the back of her knee almost to her ass. It felt wonderful. Finally, he took her knee and moved it away from her right leg. With her left leg at an angle, she was opened up. He ran his hand down the back of her leg and cupped her ass cheek. His fingertips caressed the lips of her pussy. He slowly ran his fingers up and down her pussy in time with his right hand rubbing her nipple. He was in no hurry and played with her body for an eternity.

Jean's breathing was rapid. Her body was trembling under his touch. All thoughts of stopping Trynt were gone. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted any man. She could feel his erection pressing against her between her ass cheeks. She wormed her left hand under his arm into his crotch. She found his thick erection and began to rub it.

Trynt moved his left hand around to her front and found her pussy. He began to rub her clit. She screamed as her orgasm seized her body. Trynt held her firmly to his chest while he continued to play with her clit. Her trembling right leg pressed against the cabin wall as if she was trying to avoid falling into a deep chasm.

Slowly reason returned to Jean but Trynt had not stopped. His hand moved from her clit to her vagina playing with her pussy lips along the way. He slowly began to press his middle finger into her wet vagina. He would push a little and stop, push a little and pause. She was happy he was going slowly since her vagina had always been tight. His fingers were large and calloused from farm work. Once he completely buried his finger, he held still. He kissed her ear while holding her. Her left hand was wrapped around his erection.

She could hear him begin softly cooing in her ear over and over, "Be nice to Jean. Be nice to Jean."

Slowly his finger started to move in her vagina. He pushed it in and out and twisted it a little. As he pulled his finger out his palm dragged across her clit. It felt wonderful. After a while, he moved his right hand down to her crotch. He rubbed his fingers along the outside of her pussy lips as his other hand continued to pump into her vagina. He moved his right hand up to her clit and caressed it slowly.

While she was distracted by his fingers on her clit, he began to slowly press another finger against her vagina.

Oh god, he can't fit in another finger. She tried to squirm away. She had no place to go. She desperately pushed against the wall with her right leg. She began to tremble uncontrollably as the pressure of his second finger on her pussy grew. Finally, the tip of his finger popped inside. He paused as she breathed in short sharp breaths. She could hear herself mewing in passion.

She gradually became accustomed to the second digit. At first it was just terribly tight and uncomfortable. Despite the pressure, it hadn't actually hurt. As his two fingers began to move, she felt as if her pussy was the center of the universe. She was aware of nothing else until he began to use his other hand to gently pinch her clit. While she was distracted by this new sensation, he began to slowly corkscrew his fingers in her vagina. Each time he rotated his fingers he pushed them in a little more. He began to rub her clit more energetically. Her breathing accelerated as she continued to clutch his penis.

She started wailing along with her second orgasm. It was stronger and longer than the first. When she finally stopped screaming, he was holding her quietly with both fingers buried completely in her. Her breathing eventually slowed. She slowly began to stroke her hand up and down his penis.

Trynt removed his fingers from her vagina and rolled her onto her back. He moved between her thighs and rubbed the tip of his penis against her pussy. She quickly pulled her tee shirt over her head. Then she reached down and guided his penis to her vagina. She thrust her hips forward and captured the tip of his penis in her vagina. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and slowly pushed forward. Every time he pushed he made a little progress and then he held still for a bit before pulling back. She was grateful he was proceeding slowly. His penis was even thicker than his two fingers.

She was momentarily distracted by one of his fingers brushing against her anus. Oh, please not there! She was happy when he shifted his hand.




Jean and Hurricane Eloise



Trynt seemed to realize she was in distress. He stopped pressing into her vagina. He lowered mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and continued a long passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she responded to his kiss. 

She arched her back up into his body and was surprised to realize that he had pushed completely into her while they were kissing. She held his mouth against hers by entwining one of her hands in his curly hair. Her other hand dropped to the middle of his back. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her feet together behind the small of his back. She began to slowly thrust her hips back and forth on his penis.

Trynt answered by gently pushing back. At first his penis barely moved in her but soon they both began to pick up speed. Trynt kept one hand on her ass while moving the other up to the middle of her back. He held her body tightly to his. Both of them were covered in sweat and the odor of sex filled their nostrils.

Trynt had remarkable stamina since his mother had relieved him earlier during his bath. Trynt kept going for an eternity. Jean held on for dear life as his thrusting became faster. He switched between fast and shallow to slow and deep. He pulled nearly all of the way out before slowly plunging to the depth of her vagina. He dropped his mouth to her right breast and tugged on her nipple with his lips. He gently scrapped her tit with his teeth.

Jean could not believe how long Trynt was lasting. Now one had every lasted long in her tight cunt. She was beginning to wonder if he would ever come. Maybe the accident had rendered him incapable of orgasm? If so she was in trouble. She had never had an orgasm during intercourse. She had only achieved orgasms with a man when he stimulated her clit with his hands or his mouth. Now all she wanted was to let Trynt cum as payment for the two orgasms he had given her. She needed to make Trynt cum.

Jean moved he hand to his ass and pushed her finger against his anus. She pushed her finger inside and followed it with a second finger. While she was doing this, she moved her other hand to his crotch and began to milk his balls.

Trynt responded by fucking her even faster. He shifted his hand on her ass and pushed his finger into her anus. Jean gasped. He buried his finger in her ass and began thrusting it into her.

In turn, she began to work her fingers in and out of his ass. She thrust her hips forward in time with Trynt's battering. She was gasping for breath. Jean was surprised when her cunt began to contract uncontrollably around Trynt's penis. She felt electric shocks running up her thighs to her cunt. She began to scream as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. This orgasm was different. It wasn't as intense as the two previous ones, but it didn't seem to end. Every thrust of Trynt's penis brought a new wave of ecstasy. 

Jean thought she was going to pass out. She was hyperventilating and felt weak with exhaustion. Would he ever cum? When would her orgasm stop? Her feet dropped from his back and her trembling legs splayed out from her completely filled cunt.

She increased her efforts on his ass and balls. Now she was no longer gently rubbing his balls but squeezing them hard. Her cunt was still convulsing around his penis as her orgasm continued. Trynt's breath became more ragged. He thrust his penis into the depths of her cunt and pulled her firmly against him. He shouted as his cum shot into her.

"Jean, Jean, Be nice to Jean."

As his orgasm faded, he relaxed into her arms. Both of them were panting rapidly. Their sweaty bodies were pasted together. He removed his finger from her ass and rolled over onto his back while holding on to her with both hands. She rested her head on chest and her leg straddled his thigh. As her breath calmed she felt overwhelmed by peace, his hand gently rubbing the back of her neck. Exhausted she fell into a deep sleep. 

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Some time later she awoke. The wind seemed less intense, but the room was still pitch black. She had no idea what time it was, but she felt well rested. Trynt was on his back beside her, gently breathing. She was lying against him with one leg across his thigh. She remembered the intensity of their passion as if it was a dream. She couldn't remember anything nearly as wonderful in her life. She ran her hand tenderly across his chest and started to play with his chest hairs and nipple. 

When didn't respond she ran her hand down his torso. His muscular abdomen was a delight. Her hand dropped lower and encountered his pubic hair. She ran her fingers through hair she remembered as being blond and curly. When she found his penis, it was flaccid. She was surprised he didn't awake when she began to touch it with her fingers. She took the head between two fingers and lifted it. His penis was so soft she could move it around without resistance.

Her other hand had somehow found her pussy and was lightly rubbing her clit and pussy. When she dropped her fingers to her vagina, she was not surprised to find it already wet. She dipped a finger inside and pulled some of her juices up to her clit. She was relieved that she didn't feel sore. She wrapped her hand around his flaccid shaft and began to rub her clit with more enthusiasm. As she stroked his penis, it got firm. Trynt's breathing was still even but deeper. Was he still asleep?

She easily pushed two fingers inside her vagina and began to move them in and out with an ever quickening pace. As she dragged her fingers out, she rubbed her clit with the palm of her hand. Her pussy was wet and she felt very aroused. She continued to stroke Trynt's penis which was now completely erect.

She couldn't believe she was behaving so brazen; even though she had had several boyfriends, she was normally passive. She remembered how Steve had kept pushing her to give him oral sex. As she continued idly playing with Trynt's cock, she thought about when she had finally given into Steve's entreaty. The attempt had not gone well and afterward she had discussed it with a girlfriend. She learned that she had made every rookie mistake in the book; however, despite getting detailed instructions she had never tried it again. As she continued to play with herself in the pitch dark room, she felt a growing desire to take Trynt into her mouth.

She knelt beside Trynt and licked the head of his penis. It was sticky with his cum and her pussy juices. She sat back and ran her tongue around her mouth. The taste was strange, neither good nor bad. 

She bent down and took his penis into her mouth. She had both hands firmly wrapped around the lower part of his shaft. She licked the head of his penis clean and started to work on his shaft. Finally, she wrapped her lips around his penis and began to bob up and down. She removed her top hand and took more of his penis into her mouth. She moved her free hand back to her cunt and began to vigorously rub her pussy from her clit down to her wet cunt. All of the while she licked her tongue around his shaft. His penis was now hard and wet with her saliva.

She sat back on her heels and listened to Trynt's breathing. It was faster now but still regular. He seemed to be moaning her name in his sleep.

Jane straddled Trynt and guided his penis to her wet pussy. She took several deep breaths as she lowered herself slowly onto his shaft. Oh my god, it was thick. How had she taken it before? 

She paused with him only partially in her. She pulled back until only the head was inside and then thrust her hips down onto him. She caught her breath sharply and shuddered. Still she had made progress. She kept one hand on his penis and used her other hand to play with her clit. Her trembling thighs held her slim body above Trynt. She tried long slow breaths followed by a series of quick shallow pants. Slowly she began to relax.

Again she rose up until just the head of his penis was lodged in her pussy. This time she tried short strokes and each time she thrust down she took a fraction more of Trynt into her. Finally, she could remove her hand from his shaft and she placed it on his hip for support. She continued to slowly bob up and down on his penis. She was glad that her cunt was sopping wet.

Just as she took all of his penis into her, she felt both of his large hands on her hips. Trynt was awake! He began to rub his hands over her thighs and torso. His hands found her breasts and he teased her nipples. He caressed her breasts by pinching and then gently tugging on her nipples. Then he moved one of his hands to her clit after pushing hers away. He rubbed his fingers around her pussy lips and clit. He moved his other hand from her breast to her ass and guided her to take slow deep thrusts.

Jean gradually picked up speed. Both of her hands were now on Trynt's hips. She pulled back until he was barely inside before slowly plunging down to the base of his penis. Each time she pulled back, she paused while he played with her clit. Then his hand on her ass would encourage her to plunge down his shaft again.

His hand on her ass encouraged her to pick up speed. She began to take shorter strokes with his penis completely lodged in her cunt. She rocked her hips back and forth in time to his fingers rubbing her clit.

She began to chant over and over, "Oh Trynt, oh Trynt, oh Trynt..."

Trynt chanted her with, "Be nice, be nice, be nice..."

Trynt pushed a finger into her ass and she exploded in an intense orgasm. Her cunt tightened around his penis as she frantically bounced on his penis. 

Trynt yelled, "Nice Jean, nice Jean..."

The room was suddenly flooded with the dim light from the living room as Catrin opened the door. She stared in shock and her mouth dropped open.

Jean looked at Catrin in a daze as her orgasm washed over her. Trynt continued yelling her name as he came deep in her vagina.

Catrin smiled at Jean and raised her finger to her lips. She backed out of the room and closed the door.

As Jean came down from her orgasm, she began to feel embarrassed. She could imagine Catrin's shock seeing a strange woman on top of her son. How could she face her? But why had she smiled? 

Jean climbed off of Trynt and crawled around the bed on her hands and knees searched for her tee shirt. She really needed to pee. It must be morning since she had smell frying bacon when Catrin opened the door. She found her tee shirt and pulled it over her sweaty body. So much for the bath. She could feel the cum running down her thigh soaking the bottom of her tee shirt. She was a mess.

As she lay there thinking, Trynt turned to her and put his arm around her. At least he didn't hate her. She dreaded leaving the safety of the bedroom but if she didn't pee soon, she would have an accident.

Maybe the storm would be over soon and she could leave. Maybe they would throw her out even though the storm was still raging.

She crawled out of bed and opened the door. Catrin saw her and ran to her with tears streaming down her face. Jean pulled back as Catrin wrapped her arms around her hugging her tight.

While kissing Jean she cried over and over, "Thank you, oh dear god thank you."

Jean was startled. She had expected Catrin to yell at her. 

Catrin backed away with a hand on each of Jean's shoulders.

"Those are the first words out of Trynt's mouth since the accident. I thought he'd never talk again. I can't tell you how happy I am. Owen will be thrilled."

Jean smiled in relief and said, "I thought you would be mad. I'm sorry. I don't know how it happened. I guess it was just being together in the bed or maybe the storm."

Catrin hugged her again and kissed her on the cheek as her tears continued to fall.

Jean finally said, "I need to pee desperately."

Catrin laughed. "That I can help you with."

Catrin pulled a bucket from under the sink. "We have an outhouse, but you'd probably get drowned trying to reach it. The best we can do is this bucket. It's what Owen and I used earlier. If it makes you feel any better Owen went to the barn during a lull in the storm."

Jean looked around the room and sighed. She lifted the bottom of her ragged tee shirt and squatted over the bucket. Once she started to pee she thought she'd never stop.

While she was peeing, Catrin filled a bowl with warm water and left it in the sink with the bar of soap and a washcloth.

"You look as rough as I did when I got up earlier. I told you Owen was getting frisky last night. He said having you here was like a ray of sunshine. I think having a lovely young women staying with us got him really aroused. I thought he'd never go to sleep. We've all had a bad time since Trynt's accident. The doctors said Trynt was suffering from aphasia but offered hope that other areas of his brain would take over for his damaged language centers. We tried everything and the hospital bills were staggering. After we had spent all of the money we'd been saving for Trynt to go to college, we sold a lot of things on the farm. Owen thought we'd lose the farm too. It has been in his family since the French and Indian War. Anyway we're all feeling happier today. As they say, you can't have a silver lining without a cloudy day. Guess you're the silver lining in this storm."

Catrin said, "I think I am so happy I am babbling like a fool. Well, you can wash up while I go in and distract Trynt. Maybe I can get him to say something more. Don't worry about Owen, he'll be in the barn another hour at least. Thankfully he has that damned dog with him."

Catrin laughed in her joy and went into her son's room closing the door behind her.

Jean hesitated and looked around the room before pulling the tee shirt completely off. She examined the tee shirt and realized that the dog had ripped off some of it. He had bitten a sizeable piece out by her hip and ripped away a narrow strip clear around the bottom. Her pussy and the bottom of her ass were exposed. The tear over her hip went up to her waist and showed off half of her ass.

When Catrin had altered the tee shirt to fit her earlier, she had quickly tied the two shoulder straps together to raise the top over Jean's breasts. The knot had raised the top more than was needed. Jean undid the knot. She found a knife in the kitchen and sliced through the top of each strap. She tied each strap together separately. Now it wouldn't be as high and would still, hopefully, cover everything. She held the tee shirt up to the lamp to examine her work. She was shocked to see how thin the well-worn material was.

She pulled the tee shirt over her head and went to the mirror above the fireplace to check the fit. The shirt now showed a lot more of the top of her breasts but at least the nipples were covered. She was dismayed to see that she could see a hint of her areolas and nipples through the thin material. She ran her hands down over her ass and pussy. They were covered with just a couple of inches to spare. The large hole in the back stopped just short of her ass crack. She could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the material. The rip across her stomach was larger now and showed most of the lower half of her right breast. The hole torn by the dog by her hip revealed half of her ass. Well beggars can't be choosers.

She went back to the sink and removed the tee shirt again. She worked the pump to soak the material and began to gently wash the shirt. She stopped when she could no longer see the stains. She walked back to the fireplace and hung the shirt by the hot fire to dry.

As she started to walk back to the sink, the bar on the front door flew up and the door crashed open. Owen and the dog rushed inside and he slammed the door shut against the howling storm. He hung his dripping wet Mackintosh on a peg and turned around to see Jean cowering behind the couch. Owen and Buck stared at her intently for a moment as if they could not figure out why there was a naked girl in their living room.

Owen looked away and said, "Oh, I'm sorry I seemed to have interrupted you. Let me get a cup of coffee and I'll get out of your way. I'll park myself in front of the fire to warm up and you can finish washing."

Jean stared at Owen in dismay as he calmly filled his cup with coffee. She squealed when he grabbed the dog by his collar and started to walk toward her and the fire.

Owen stopped and said, "OK how about if I walk sideways around one end of the couch while you walk around the other?

He didn't wait for her to reply as he turned away from her and sidled around to the front of the couch and wearily plopped down with Buck at his feet.

Jean had moved back into the kitchen while watching them both with wide-eyes. It was bad enough that he had been staring at her shaved pussy but even worse she was still leaking his son's cum. Maybe it had happened so fast he hadn't noticed. His eyes had certainly roamed over her nude body from her breasts to her small triangle of pussy hair.

Without turning Owen said, "Where are Trynt and Catrin?"

Jean replied, "Catrin has Trynt in his room while I wash. I won't be long now. Any news on the weather?"

Owen said, "I checked before I went to the barn. The weather service said the storm is worse than they expected. The storm is stalled over us and it will continue to rain hard for another couple of days. The flooding is very bad and getting worse by the minute. The governor has declared a state of emergency and no one is allowed to travel until further notice. Not that we could even if we wanted. I think it will be at least a week." 

When she realized that Owen and Buck were not going to move, she turned back to the sink. Jean began by washing her hair. She leaned over the sink and used a cup to pour water over her tangled hair. She soaped up and rinsed her hair twice before washing her upper body. Her nipples were sensitive from Trynt's sucking and nibbling them and again the ash flakes in the soap scratched her delicate flesh. Jean soaped up the washcloth and started on her privates. Surprisingly her cunt was only a little tender from the pounding Trynt had administered. She was amazed that he hadn't injured her with his massive penis. After she washed her cunt more cum leaked out. How much semen had he pumped into her? She couldn't go around all day leaking Trynt's cum.

Jean squatted slightly with her legs apart and worked a finger into her vagina. Her finger felt sticky with goo and she pulled out a mess of semen. She rinsed her hand and pushed two fingers into her vagina and worked them around. She dug out more semen. She repeated the process until her fingers finally came out clean.

Jean soaped up the washcloth and washed each of her long legs. When she washed her ass, it was sensitive. She trembled as she remembered Trynt's finger thrusting into ass. What had come over her?

When she was as clean as she could get, she refilled the bowl with fresh water and rinsed off her body. She took the towel and rubbed her body dry.

Jean turned around and looked at her tee shirt hanging by the fire in front of Owen. It was just above Buck who was lying on a rug in front of the fire. Jean deliberated on how to get her tee shirt without disturbing the dog. She knew the dog would growl at her and wake Owen. She couldn't stand the thought of him staring at her again or even worse the dog having the dog jump her.

Jean recoiled as she remembered the mirror above the fireplace and her hands flew to cover her naked body. Had he been watching while she washed her most intimate parts? There was no place for privacy in this tiny cabin. She stared intently at Owen in the mirror and only began to relax when she saw that his eyes were closed. He appeared to be napping.

She needed Catrin's help. She went over and cracked opened the door to Trynt's room. The light shining through the door showed Catrin and Trynt sitting on the edge of the bed. Trynt was still in his briefs and Catrin was holding him in her arms while she stroked his hair. Trynt smiled at Jean's face in the doorway.




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Catrin looked up at Jean with tears streaming down her face. "He said Mom!"

Catrin flew to Jean and wrapped her arms tightly around her. She repeated, "He said Mom; he said Mom! Oh my god, Owen, Jean got Trynt to talk!"

Owen rushed over in disbelief at what he had heard. He wrapped his strong arms around Catrin and Jean and cried out with joy. Catrin's body was racked with sobs and soon both Owen and Jean joined her weeping. Trynt rose from the bed and hugged the threesome with a huge smile on his face. Jean was trapped in the middle clutching Catrin. Trynt chanted, "Nice Jean, nice Mom, nice Da - dad, nice Dad."

Jean was overwhelmed by the excitement but as the turmoil died down, Jean blushed. Her naked body was pressed tight against Catrin's and there were six arms wrapped around her bare flesh.

Catrin was the first to realize Jean's predicament. She broke from the group and got Jean's now dry tee shirt from the fireplace. She held it out to Jean and said, "I think you need this. Better cover up before the boys get frisky." 

They were all still standing within arm's length as Jean skimmed the tee shirt over her head. As her head popped through the top, she saw that everyone was staring at her with big smiles on their faces. Jean blushed and looked down but couldn't help from grinning back. Her gaze was drawn to Trynt's intelligent face. Trynt's warm eyes were filled with love and she felt herself falling into them.



Jean and Jon, Redux



Chapter One 

A glint of sunlight reflected off the executive jet as the sleek plane arced low over the sparkling waters of the Atlantic making the landing approach. The pilot pointed the nose of the aircraft as if carefully inserting his rod into a welcoming cunt, coming in low over the opulent mansions on Palm Beach. He identified the runway at PBIA, faultlessly inserting the plane onto the center of the runway. The pilot then swung the turbo-jet toward the private passenger terminal. 

Jean relished the perks of her position as the head of a multi-national corporation. She had worked her way up through the C-suite men's club with her business acumen, beauty and sexual cunning. The aircraft was exclusively for her use, and Jean had been enjoying the uninterrupted quiet of the plane ride to decompress, anticipating the weekend ahead. 

Jean glanced out the window seeing her driver neatly dressed in a white shirt and black pants staring intently toward the plane with an inscrutable expression on his face. She fleetingly remembered his beautifully sculpted, muscled body as she had used him for her own sexual pleasure and then presented him as a special gift to Jon. Jean always liked to sample the treats before she offered them to Jon. The plane parked; the flight attendant released the airlock handle and opened the door allowing warm humid air to rush into the pressurized cabin. 

During the flight, Jean's mid-thigh length skirt had traveled further up her thigh as she moved her ass against the comfortable leather seat. She was wearing a simple tan colored, linen suit with a low cut cross-over white silk blouse which revealed the soft rounds of her ample breasts, barely contained by her brasserie. She stood, stretching after the confinement of the flight and as she did so her clothes fell back into position along her shoulders and hip line. She adjusted the material, carefully tucking the blouse under her breasts, using her fingers to adjust so that just the right amount of cleavage hinted at what was underneath. She slipped on the suit jacket and then reached under the jacket and, with one hand under each breast, cupped and lifted them up-and-into position, settling her ample tits into the support of her bra while accentuating more décolletage. 

The pilot met his passenger at the cockpit door to bid her farewell. His green eyes sparkled as they momentarily drifted down from her face, visually caressing her breasts as they gently swayed pulling the front of the woman's blouse open to reveal just a hint of what was underneath. It took willpower to stop him from reaching for her nipple just barely outlined under the silk of the blouse. He had intimately enjoyed those gorgeous tits previously. 

In a business-like manner, the uniformed captain smiled and nodded his farewell and reached to assist his passenger as she stepped through the aircraft doorway. His hand slid ever so lightly from her elbow down further almost accidently brushing his fingertips across her backside. As she moved away from him down the stairs, her hips sashayed suggestively. She tossed an inscrutable smile over her shoulder as she departed, 'See you on Sunday evening. Enjoy your weekend.' 

The chauffer had already collected her weekender and stowed it in the trunk. He smiled, tipped his head in greeting and opened the rear passenger door for her. There is simply no graceful way for a woman in a tight, short skirt to step into the backseat of a limousine. No matter how long her legs or how gracefully she moves, at some point she will need to bend over to climb into the compartment revealing significant inner thigh (and in some cases even considerably more). This was an even-more moment. Jean bent over and stepped deep into the car allowing her skirt to ride up her thigh in order to extend her leg inside. As she turned to settle into the back seat bench her legs remained apart for just a moment, revealing her crotch for those who might have been indiscreetly leering. Her bare bottom was smoothly waxed and the seductive hue of pink cunt flashed for an observant eye. 

Traffic, headed south on I-95, was a steady flow for Friday evening rush hour. Jean stared out the car window, lost in thought. The driver drove at a brisk pace just slightly above the legal limit; his gaze patrolled the traffic, simultaneously glancing into the rear view mirror to observe his passenger. He had made this trip with her several times in the past few years and still he wasn't sure why she aroused his prurient interest. She was after all, just another client. He had bedded her once, but had much preferred her mate for satisfying sexual adventures. 

The woman was stylishly dressed in very expensive, impeccably tailored clothes which reinforced the impression of the successful business executive she was, yet she exuded a provocative sexuality. The driver knew from past experience, that under the all-business façade, she travelled sans underwear and had a tendency to place the tips of her fingers on her own nipples absently pinching and rubbing them as she was doing now. It took all his concentration not to lose control of the wheel as his eyes travelled into the back seat. His cock was getting hard as he thought about his own fingers on that lovely breast; he turned the air conditioning up a notch making it chillier in the backseat, causing her nipples to pucker and resulted in her massaging them harder. 

The driver took the exit headed east toward the Boca Raton Resort & Club. Entering the traffic circle at the entrance to the hotel his eye flickered off the driveway momentarily noticing the woman's body lean slightly against the pull of the car's motion in the roundabout. The swell of her breast slipped and her nipple was revealed to him momentarily before he pulled his eyes back to the entrance. The car rolled to a stop and the doorman opened the limo door. Again, Jean rearranged her blouse and smoothed her skirt, but still displayed a lot of leg and thigh as she climbed out of the backseat, standing momentarily on the curb as if to get her bearings. 

'Good afternoon, Ms. Clarke, welcome back!' The doorman recognized the beautiful guest and was solicitous without condescension. The bellman efficiently removed the luggage from the car trunk to a wheeled trolley pushing it toward the lobby entrance. Before following the bellman, Ms. Clarke hesitated; turning toward the driver she perfunctorily instructed him to retrieve her on Sunday afternoon for the return trip. He nodded and pulled the car away. 

Jean quickly checked into her usual suite in The Tower and handed the bellman a generous tip instructing him to take the luggage to her suite as she was going to Bar Luna for a drink. As she walked the Spanish-tiled hallway her stiletto heels clicked on the glazed surface in a syncopated beat as her hips swayed seductively under her pencil tight skirt. 

The bartender looked up and smiled at the guest's familiar face. She knew her well, in fact intimately, but her professional demeanor behind the bar belied anything out of the ordinary. 'Ma'am, welcome back! What may I serve you?' 

Jean looked around the bar and was momentarily disappointed. 'I'll have a very dry martini, straight up with a twist.' She heard his voice then, even if she couldn't see him. 

'Would you be shocked if I changed into something more comfortable?' There was that deep timbered male voice she knew so well. However, there was no reply... for a moment. 

'Isn't that something Jean Harlow said a long time ago?' The man seemed confused, or maybe unsure of himself; his tone was hesitant. 

Then laughter immediately took the edge away from the remark. Both men laughed heartily. Perhaps it was the punch line to a joke. 

Jean signaled to the bartender to have her drink delivered as she moved toward the sound of the laughter. She approached the two men out of their line of sight, and as she did so she came into Jon's focus sliding both her hands lightly along the shoulders of the stranger. Jon didn't move, but the stranger jumped at her unexpected sensual stroke as her hands came to rest on his biceps. Her body leaned forward, tits wrapping the back of the man's neck as she whispered near his ear: 'Don't get up! I've only just arrived and am in need of a libation after the flight.' She winked at Jon and gave a slight tilt to her chin toward the man she was caressing who still could not see her without rudely pulling out of her encircling embrace. 

In reply to her silent query, Jon gave a slight acknowledgement with his head and stood up to greet his mate. Jean gave Jon the warmth of respect and physical contact appropriate upon greeting a lover in public and was then introduced to Sandy. He was released from the woman's embrace and was finally able to stand in order to be properly introduced to the captivating beauty. Her scent wafted to him and he was very suddenly aroused. It wasn't her perfume but rather the animal musk of sexuality she conveyed. 

Introductory pleasantries were exchanged and Jean learned that this was Sandy's first time staying at the Resort. He had expected his wife to join him for the weekend, as a mini vacation for the couple, before he attended a business conference starting on Monday. Unfortunately, she had cancelled when one of their children became ill. The man was clearly floundering now that his expectations for a weekend rendezvous with his wife had been torn asunder. 

'I understand you are a member of this Club,' He wasn't sure which one to direct the question. 'Maybe you could give me some suggestions for things to do this weekend, since I'm now going to be an unexpected bachelor.' 

Jon smiled at Jean and let her take the lead in this conversation. Jean had accepted her chilled martini from the waitress and pulled a chair around from another table so she could sit down and cross her long beautiful legs in the direction of Jon's guest. The movement caused the man's eyes to pop as he got a brief look up Jean's skirt as she flashed him. His face flushed at the thought of what he had just seen. 

The three, newly acquainted, chatted companionably as another round of drinks was ordered, and each one of them probed the other politely for background information. 

Jean eventually extended Sandy the invitation he had been hoping for - to join the couple for dinner at Cielo the Tower's premier restaurant on the top floor overlooking the inlet and the ocean beyond. Sandy knew that reservations were at a premium especially in the busy winter season, so he jumped at the invitation. Jean finished her second drink in a swallow and excused herself to freshen up after the grind of the day's travel. The two men politely stood, each admiringly watching as the woman walked away her hips seductively swaying as she left them behind. Dinner at eight o'clock was agreed. Jean had been a member of the club for several years and knew her way around the Resort's facilities. Not surprisingly, she was recognized by several of the staff and greeted warmly as she traveled to the suite. 

Jon returned to their suite about a half an hour later and undressed to change for dinner. By then Jean had bathed and was wrapped in one of the hotel's fluffy white bath robes while she considered what to wear that evening. Jon moved up behind her and slipped his hand under the robe's front fold and fondled her breast and pinched her nipple with his fingers while he nuzzled her neck. She leaned her head against his shoulder and gave a slight moan of pleasure at his touch. His fingers continued to untie the sash on the robe as he ran his other hand over her taut belly to her mound and slipped his fingers to her clit causing more soft groans of pleasure as he aroused her further rubbing it rhythmically. She was primed and ready - Jon's expert fingers probed and felt the wet of her excitement in the folds of her vulva as she clenched the muscles there working against his rhythmic touch - too quickly Jean exploded into the orgasm and her knees went weak. He held her body against his as he kept his fingers moving in her cunt to prolong her orgasmic pleasure while he continued with his other hand to pinch and pull at her nipple, hard and almost painfully sensitive to the touch. Her breathing was raspy and uneven with the stimulation and the satisfaction. 

Jean turned slowly toward Jon and slid her arms free of the robe which pooled at her feet. She ran her hands over his chest and expertly circled the tip of a blood red fingernail around one of his nipples and then trailed the nail down his belly eventually finding her prize - Jon's very stiff cock. She playfully bit and licked his other nipple, as she began to stroke his cock, repetitively squeezing and releasing with her hand, up and down his shaft until pre-cum glistened at the tip. He frantically moved his hips toward her hand as his need was coming fast. Jean dropped to her knees and slipped her mouth over his throbbing cock taking much of the engorged member deep to the back of her throat and skillfully used her tongue to stimulate Jon just to the brink of explosive release but holding his desire there for as long as conceivable before he finally exploded cum into the back of her throat. Jon knew exactly how skillfully Jean could build that cumulative arousal until the excitement to a breathtaking release became overpowering. He came much more quickly than he wanted - his was torn between his animal need for her and his selfish desire to prolong the tactile feelings of pleasurable arousal on his shaft. He gulped air into his lungs; his mind was reeling from the orgasmic pleasure. 'God, I've missed you!' 

'And I you, my love, I think we'll have a wonderful weekend together. I'm glad you found a friend to play with too.' He helped her to her feet and Jean stood in front of him as her hands slowly roamed all over Jon's body, gently stroking his flaccid member, which was stirring again, as they held each other and spoke affectionately. She leaned her forehead on his collarbone and said, as she looked toward his cock, 'I want you inside of me before we go to dinner... I want your cum inside of me tonight.' Jon's cock saluted her remark in anticipation of the night's party to come. As he moved his cock between her legs the rapidly responding pole poked and sought her hole, probing as it grew and stiffened, rubbing against her clit and giving tactile pleasure to Jean's cunt. They came together in a perfect union of passion and timing - pulling each other toward heights of orgasmic explosion. Each half of the partnership knew the other's sexual trigger and that allowed for prolonged arousal extending want-and-need into a final explosive orgasmic release. 

After a few moments holding each other in the sweet afterglow of their very pleasurable sexual interlude, Jon gave Jean one final tease with his finger crooked in her vagina, 'is that what you wanted, my sexy lady?' 

'Mmmm,' she acknowledged. 'Let's get ready for tonight's fun.' Jean purred. 

Chapter Two 

After Jean and Jon dressed, they enjoyed a quiet moment together in their suite while they sipped champagne and strategized their activities for the after dinner entertainment to follow later that evening. When the couple arrived at the reservation podium in the dining room, they were embarrassed to discover that their eager guest was early and already seated. Having ordered a double-bourbon on the rocks, Sandy was enjoying the elegant surroundings and beautiful panoramic water views. It was one of the best tables in the restaurant. 

Jon stood aside and deferred to his partner as she followed the Maître D' to their table. Jon liked to watch Jean walk in front of him. She had a sensual wiggle in her walk and her hips swayed to and fro as she walked taking long strides through the dining room. Heads turned to openly stare at the tall, beautiful woman who wore her ash colored hair swept up to reveal a long graceful neck which was further accentuated by the black silk dress she wore. The plunging back of her dress was very low-cut and came together at the top of her sacral curve annotated by a small velvet bow. The folds of the dress draped around Jean's curvaceous body and the silky jersey material made a soft sensual whispering sound as she moved through the dining room toward the table. 

Their guest was bug-eyed at his luck, this gorgeous woman was coming toward him and everyone in the dining room was watching her arrival. Sandy pushed back the chair and rather awkwardly grabbed his napkin as he stood while the woman floated toward him giving him a demur kiss on the cheek. Her hand stroked his face and lightly trailed down the arm of his jacket squeezing his bicep suggestively in greeting. He blushed. 

Jon followed Jean to the table and greeted their guest with an enthusiastic hand shake, as Jean moved to settle into her chair assisted by the Maître D' who had an opportunity to admire the swell of her breasts from above and behind her shoulder as he pushed her chair closer to the table. Drinks were ordered and menus accepted; innocuous social chit-chat propelled the conversation while each person at the table surreptitiously evaluated the other two and calculated how the rest of the evening might play out. 

Sandy had immediately liked Jon when they met earlier at the bar downstairs. He had seemed genuinely friendly and interested in getting to know him. Sandy had been feeling lonely and disappointed that his wife wasn't coming for the weekend - he had wanted some fun without the kids. Now he had been included in this couple's intimate circle and could look forward to a pleasant weekend with people who clearly had money and would show him how to enjoy all that was to be offered at the elegant resort. It was almost more than he could have imagined. 

The waiter came to the table for their order and Jean encouraged their guest to have anything he desired. It was a beguiling invitation. 

It had been many years since Jean and Jon had first enjoyed a sexual interlude with one of her young, newbie employees. At that time, Jean had been a young, up-and-coming M&A specialist in an investment bank and as a result she worked long hours on complicated deals all over the world. She worked hard and the couple played even harder. In order to keep her relationship with Jon interesting and exciting Jean was constantly on the prowl looking for fresh, young and tasty meat to bring home for her partner to enjoy. She liked to sample the goods to be sure of prime quality and cut but her enjoyment was seeing Jon being pleasurably satisfied. She liked to think of it as presenting her lover with a tribute for his patience with her many long absences over the years due to work. Their mutual sacrifices, as Jean climbed to the pinnacle of corporate success, had also been mutually rewarded many times during those years. 

Sandy couldn't avert his eyes - Jean's décolletage was so inviting; he wanted to reach out with his fingers and caress the soft, full mound of her tit which gently rose and fell as she breathed, or spoke. His new friends were welcoming and engaging - he was caught up in the delicious food, good company and intoxicating beverages. Sandy couldn't remember ever having a better time and felt he was the center of their attention - they really seemed to enjoy his company! 

The threesome lingered over coffee and after-dinner drinks, long after the dining room was empty and the remaining staff were discreetly looking at their watches and stifling yawns. Sandy didn't want the magical evening to end. 

'Shall we let these nice folks close-up for the evening?' Jean announced as she pushed back her chair and stood abruptly. 'Would you like to join us for a nightcap in our suite? It has a lovely view...' 




Jean and Jon, Redux



Sandy practically leapt at the invitation. Jean enwrapped an arm into the crook of his elbow and they slowly proceeded to the elevators while Jon quietly trailed behind, stopping to offer a generous gratuity to the maître d' hotel for the usual flawless service. 

Jean and Sandy sauntered to the suite a few minutes ahead of Jon. Sandy was suitably amazed at the spectacular water views and stepped onto the balcony to enjoy the night breezes while Jean excused herself for a few moments. He took advantage of the balmy fresh air in an attempt to clear his head - never in his life had he indulged that much, nor had he ever enjoyed such quality libations. His wife disapproved of alcohol consumption. 

When Jean returned to her guest, he was still leaning on the balcony railing with his back to the glass door slider. As Sandy heard the door open he turned and almost fell backwards over the railing. Jean was standing in the doorway in a black lace corset and a bustier accentuating her bosoms. She wore a red silk robe, but the sash was not tied, exposing her long, well-shaped legs dressed in lace top black stockings. Jean wore shiny black stilettos. But the view that held Sandy's gaze was her naked crotch -waxed smooth and inviting. He sobered quickly. 

Sandy abruptly stepped toward the woman, then stopped and involuntarily stepped back. He didn't know where to look, but his eyes darted furtively toward the woman's mound as she began to finger herself. 

'Uh, I guess I should be going. Lovely evening, thanks so much for the dinner...' Sandy was grasping for words but not really knowing what to say. He was the perfect definition of speechless. 

'We have all the time in the world, Sandy. Jon will be along later; he likes to enjoy a brandy and cigar after dinner. Let's get comfortable and enjoy ourselves here. You look quite hot, please take your jacket off and get more comfortable,' she purred. 

Sandy couldn't decide if this was an opportunity, or a trap. Part of him didn't care... the shaft that was growing stiff in his pants wanted to be deep inside Jean. He looked her up and down as she spread her legs further apart and began to finger fuck herself. His mouth went dry at the thought of his tongue licking her juicy pussy. He wanted to fuck her, she was so luscious looking. 

'Come m'dear. It'll be alright.' She reached for his hand and placed it over one of her tits as she continued gyrating her hips seductively which caused her breasts to bounce slightly. Sandy's fingers responded to the plump globe under his palm by gently squeezing. Jean took his other hand and brought it down toward her cunt and rubbed it over her mound until he caught like a match and responded to the feel initiating his own rubbing, touching and enjoying her moist folds in search of her clit. 

Sandy wanted to rip Jean's clothes off and touch every inch of her body - inside and out. He wanted to rip his own clothes off as well and have her touch every inch of his body with her mouth. His mind was a blur of heated desire and sexual frenzy. Suddenly, Jean stepped back from Sandy and commanded, 'Get undressed!' 

He was shocked and confused with her abrupt instruction. But he did as he was told, quickly standing in front of the gorgeous woman, awkwardly embarrassed, stark raving horny, and naked. His cock had momentarily flagged, but rose to the occasion as Sandy continued to gaze admiringly at Jean's body. He still couldn't imagine himself lucky enough to be fucking her. Without a word, she led him by the hand into the bedroom and pushed him back onto the king-size bed. Climbing on top of him, as a cat might overcome prey, Jean rubbed one of her nipples over his mouth encouragingly. Instinctively he latched on and began to suck, running his tongue and gently nipping around the tip of her areola. The woman involuntarily bucked at the electric sensation that bolted from her tit to her cunt. 

She reached for Sandy's cock, as she shinnied down his torso, positioning herself on its tip, arching her back for balance. She teased the horny, sex crazed man by hovering her cunt just over his rod - just gliding herself over it to moisten her opening with his pre-cum. The man was making grunting noises trying to lift his hips to attain penetration, but she held him firmly at the wrists and leveraged her hips to control his thrusts. Sandy was getting frustrated, he feared he'd come before ever shoved his pole deep into her. This wasn't about her satisfaction - it was about his! 

Suddenly, Jean straightened her back, simultaneously sitting upon Sandy's ridged shaft, taking it all deep inside - using the strength of her pelvic muscles to pull him further into her. The sensation was instantaneously explosive: Sandy had never experienced such an orgasm... it was almost an out of body experience for him... his hot cum shot in pulses inside her... it seemed to roll on forever. 

Sandy's breathing was raspy, but the rest of his body was relaxed, spent in the sweet afterglow of the most satisfying sexual experience he'd ever known. 

Jean however, was aroused but not satisfied. After a moment's pause in the action she issued Sandy another instruction: 'Lick me! ' She de-coupled from the man and turned her bottom so it was tantalizingly presented at Sandy's face. She wiggled her hips offering him an invitation he could not refuse. With his now free hands Sandy held her hips steady and began to lick the warm juices still dripping from her pussy. She moaned with the pleasure of the texture of Sandy's tongue on her soft, tender clit, it caused her a slight spasm of excitement as she remained doggy-style on all fours above Sandy's torso. Jean was aroused and very near release, but she needed further manual stimulation to get where she needed to be - and quickly. 

Sandy was momentarily lost by the abrupt shift from his climatic afterglow and stumbled on the new (for him) technique of licking pussy, but he was a quick and willing student. Following Jean's body clues he found her especially responsive when her clit was stimulated with his tongue. He used both his mouth and a probing index finger to find her trigger, frantically wanting to satisfy her as she had him. He worked feverishly until she exploded into rippling waves of orgasm. She held his fingers tight inside her hole with vise like muscles so he would continue to rub her clit with his thumb, causing the pleasurable friction which allowed her a long ride on that orgasmic wave. 

Jon had quietly entered the bedroom a few moments before Jean had brought Sandy to climax. As Jon had leaned against the doorframe watching, he evaluated Sandy's technique - he appeared to be sexually inexperienced - presumably a lifetime in the missionary position. As Jean's experienced techniques brought the newbie to an ecstasy he had clearly never before experienced, Jon was bemused to see that Sandy had rallied out from under his orgasmic stupor to gratefully offer his thanks to the woman who had satisfied needs he didn't know he had. 

Jon cleared his throat loudly and asked Sandy if he would like to join them for breakfast in the morning and then a round of golf.