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The Storm Ch. 01

By: unknooown



It had been several months since Julian had seen Kate. Things were bad. Twenty-nine years old, divorced, playing video games in his boxers on a Friday night -- he was feeling pretty sorry for himself and had been for a while. He'd acted like an idiot, sure, but it was fixable. He was blind to that fact, however, by his pride.

In some ways he was angry at her for giving up. He planned to make her wait, to make her earn it, but in the end hi feelings for her were real and he had every intention of letting her know. In his defense things were complicated: his divorce was finalized less than a year prior, and he'd known Kate for so long. In some ways she really was a child to him -- unrelentingly naive, loyal, brave. The adults he knew weren't like that. She had no concept of self-preservation, which can be incredibly dangerous for such a pretty girl. He had shown her that.

The last time he saw her she had come over to his house for a change -- a welcome one, as he lived alone -- and she was still crazy about him, it was obvious. He wanted to hurt her just for the way she looked at him, so sweet -- why, though, was this his reaction? He'd been a normal person at one time, respectful of others, even her -- where had things changed?

"You should move in with me," he said, standing over the grill on his back deck.

He couldn't see her face, but she rolled her eyes. Inside her heart was pounding but she knew better than to take him seriously. "Why would I do that?"

He shrugged. "I have plenty of room. You'd have own bathroom. With your books we could turn the second bedroom into a library." 

"And where would I sleep, if not the second bedroom?"

"With me. What kind of cheese do you want?"

"Provolone."

He pulled a slice of provolone from the package and put it on her burger. On the other he put a slice of cheddar. He took a sip of his bourbon, relishing the burn that traveled through his body. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What do you say?"

She laughed, looking out over the city. "I can't afford the rent."

"It's paid for." Julian slipped a spatula under her burger and placed it on a toasted bun. "Come and get it."

They ate, mostly in silence. He liked the way she dipped her burger into the ketchup, rather than spread it on the patty. 

"You're expending a lot of energy there," he said, gesturing toward the ketchup on her plate.

She said nothing.

As he watched her he noticed her face flushing slightly. He liked making her uncomfortable. He finished his cheeseburger without taking his eyes off her. Finally, she looked up.

"What."

He shrugged.

"You're staring at me, what?"

"Nothing."

Annoyed, she placed her not quite finished burger on the plate and pushed it away. "I'm done. Thank you."

He removed the plates and went inside, placing them on the kitchen counter. "Come on," he called. "We're done out there."

He was simultaneously unpredictable and predictable. They'd spent countless days and nights together since their last fight, their last fuck. There had been plenty of opprtunities to bicker, not that she'd wanted to, but she knew it was something that pleased him. Then out of nowhere he'd just get into another one of his moods, and no matter what she said or did she couldn't stop him from starting a fight. Although she never ceased to try.

"Get in here," he snapped, even though she was already on her way in. "What do you want to drink?"

"Nothing, thank you."

He turned and looked at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. "What?"

"I don't," she paused, "want anything to drink. Thank you, though."

He opened the refrigerator. "Beer?"

"Julian, I don't --"

He spun around and slammed his fists on the kitchen island between them. "If you don't choose, I will."

"I'm just no-"

"That's fine," he cut her off. He reached into the fridge, grabbed a beer, and twisted off the cap before handing it to her. "Drink it." Before she could protest, he continued. "Fucking drink it because I invited you to my home and offered you something to drink, and if you refuse I'm going to get really annoyed."

That was enough for her. She took a sip. "Thank you." She took a seat in one of the stools beside the island, and he grabbed his own drink and sat down beside her.

"So what do you say."

"What?"

"Move in with me."

"I can't." She was quiet. Then, "You know that."

"Why not."

"I can't...I can't. It's weird, Jules. Camilla just moved out, I'm not even your..."

"My what."

She shook her head.

"My what, Kate."

"Your girlfriend."

"You think you need to be someone's girlfriend to live with them?" He was leering at now. "That's sweet."

"I'd be sleeping in your room."

He nodded. "You'd be sleeping in my bed, under my roof, eating my food. So no, you wouldn't be my girlfriend, but you would be mine. Even now I think of you as mine, so not much would change."

"I don't even know what your talking about. How am I yours?"

"Well you're not yours, that's for sure."

"Julian."

"Are you still in love with me?"

"I never said --"

"You didn't have to."

She put her beer down. "I have to go home," she said softly, getting to her feet.

"Sit down."

"I have to go home."

"Sit. Down."

"No!" She clenched her fists. "You're taunting me. I don't want to do this. Yes, I still have feelings for you, but it's clear that they're one-sided and you're cruel for rubbing that in. I don't want to do this anymore."

He grabbed her arm before she could step away. "Get on your knees."

She pulled herself from his grip and stepped backwards. "I don't want this anymore."

Absently, he shook his head. That was the protector in him -- warning her as she took a misstep. "Do not walk away from me."

Frustrated, she threw her hands into the air. "What do you want from me?" She exclaimed. "Why did you invite me over if you just want to fight?"

"To fight," he smirked.

"I don't want to fight!"

"Well, kid," he said, as if it weren't up to him, "what you want doesn't matter."

"Please." Her voice shook as she took a step back. "I just want to go home."

He grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pushed her to her knees. "Suck me off."

As she took a deep breath, Julian tightened the grip on her hair, and she knew he would continue to do so until he was deep in her throat. Her fingers trembling, she undid his pants and pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock. She caught it in her hand as it sprang forward and took the length into her mouth, slowly at first, but had no choice but to give in as he forced himself inside of her. From there it was all him -- she merely had to keep her balance as he fucked her face and yanked at her hair. Suddenly he pulled out and slapped her, open handed, across the face.

"Well?" He demanded.

"Well what?" She started to get to her feet but he pushed her back down.

"Doesn't really seem like your hearts in it, Katie," he growled. 

"Fuck you!" She spat, furious. "Fucking fuck you, Julian!"

"Don't be stupid," he warned her.

She ignored him. "How fucking dare you. My heart's not in it? No kidding. I don't want this anymore, I don't want you, I don't want to suck you off. I came here tonight because things have been good, and I like you, but you're an ugly, manipulative, venemous person." She stood up, shaking. "It's embarrassing. You should be embarrassed -- I am. It's degrading, the things I do for you, what I take from you. It's fucking humiliating. So fuck you, Julian, my heart isn't in it."

Fists clenched, he took a step towards her. She took a step back. He took another step, and she remembered how this ended, in her bedroom, with her up against the desk. Not again. He took a step, she took a step, he took a step and she spun, heading for the door just a few feet away. She grabbed the knob and pulled but with a loud bang he slapped his hand against the door, slamming it shut again. With one hand he locked both locks and with the other he held her against the door by her neck, cutting off her oxygen supply.

"You need to toughen up, Katie," he snarled. "You embarrass too easily. I'll fucking show you what humiliation is, and then you'll be more than happy to get your face fucked in the privacy of my apartment."

He dragged her by the arm to his kitchen where he pulled a wooden spoon from a drawer, then he shoved her out onto the back deck so hard that she fell to the ground.

"Get up," he said, stepping past her. He grabbed a chair, turning it to face the apartment building across the street. "Get up!" He shouted.

She was so stunned she obeyed. Grabbing the back of her neck he forced her down over his lap.

"Please," she whispered, sobbing softly. "I'm sorry."

"I don't give a fuck what you are," he hissed, still seething. He pulled up her dress to expose her behind, but he was careful not to let it fall over her head -- he wanted her to see all the windows that had a view of them.

"You want to do this bare-assed, Katie?" He asked, as if she had a choice. He hooked his fingers into the hem of her panties and yanked them down.

"Please!" She was sobbing louder now, struggling to get free.

He didn't respond. He brought the spoon crashing down against her behind. She cried out. Again, he hit her. Again, she cried out. Over and over he hit her, keeping a rapid pace, not softening the blows for anything.

"Julian!" She cried, tears falling freely as he beat her. "No more, please, no more!" She struggled to get free but his grip was too tight. 

He ignored her sobs but slowed considerably as it occurred to him that inconsistency could be used as a weapon. Each time he felt her body relax he brought the spoon down with more force than the smack before it. 

"I'm sorry," she wailed­­­­­. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry!"

"You're a child," he grunted. He was breathless now. The handle to the spoon was getting uncomfortable in his clammy hand. "You're a child and this is what happens to naughty children. They get spanked."

"I'm sorry."

He dropped the spoon and she went limp as her body flooded with relief. Before she had the chance to even think another thought, however, his hand came down hard on her already sore backside. She screamed.

"This is better," he said, hitting her again. He had more control over placing the blows, more control over the rhythm. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. He was slowly making his way over to her pussy and when he got there he waited an extra beat before coming down hard on her taut, wet lips. She wailed.

"Whore," he growled, enjoying the sound of beating her tight cunt. "You're wet for me."

"No more," she pleaded, attemping again to get away. "Please, please no more, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry?" He slid a finger into her folds. "You wet fucking bitch." He pinched her clit, enjoying the sound of her whimpers. "You're fucking sorry?"

"I'm sorry," she sniffled. She was too familiar with him to think that was enough. "I'm -- I'm sorry I -- I'm sorry I spoke to you like that, I'm sorry."

"Say it again."

"I'm sorry I spoke to you like that."

"Again."

"I'm sorry I spoke to you like that."

"No," he said, picking up the spoon again and bringing it down against her abused cunt. "Your words don't mean a fucking thing to me."

She was quiet now, still crying, sobbing silently. She was limp, exhausted.

"I'm bored of this," he announced moments later, sliding the handle of the spoon inside her. 

She didn't even react to this invasion, and it was then that he felt satisfied with this punishment. He pushed her from his lap to the ground, flipping her from her side to her stomach. Straddling her from behind, he positioned herself at her entrance and tangled his fingers in her hair. "Tell me you're sorry again," he ordered, "and why."

"I'm sorry I spoke to you like that."

"Now you're starting to sound like you mean it," he said, and with that he pushed into her. She let out a startled, pained cry, then went silent again as he fucked her. I'd been too hard for too long to last, but what he lacked in time in made up for with brutality. He could see, even in the dim deck light, that his cock was covered with blood. This fact brought him to climax and he yanked on her hair as he came, continuing to pump in and out of her even as he started to lose his erection, then finally gave in to exhaustion and collapsed on top of her. 

Moments later he rose to his feet and pulled her up by the arm. "Get the fuck out of my house," he said. "I don't ever want to see you again."

The Storm Ch. 01



Dressed in a stocking cap, scarf, and parka in the school colors, Greg Beckett was lingering at the door for a moment and looking back at the women in his life.

"Are you two sure you don't want to come?"

Sprawled across the living room recliner in one of those positions that only a teenager could possibly get into - or even want to, Dana was too busy channel surfing to even look around him. Her mother though nodded emphatically as she came into the room, a mug of hot coffee in her hand.

"Very sure, thank you."

It would take more than that to get Greg to throw in the towel though. "Oh, come on! You two'll have loads of fun!"

The eighteen year old girl looked up at last, raising a sardonic eyebrow. "It'll be fun to sit in sub-zero temperatures, completely exposed to the wind and the rain for about three hours?" She waited just a moment to let the absurdity of what he'd said sink in, then added the zinger, "Dad, they're talking about it sleeting!"

"Oh, come on," he laughed. "I know it's going to be a little brisk, but it's weather like this that let's you know you're alive!" 

"It's weather like this that gives you pneumonia."

Greg could obviously see defeat looming and started grasping at straws. "But this is going to be a once in a lifetime experience, honey!"

"Of course, it isn't, Greg," his wife Loretta chuckled. "Bartlett University and Stafford College play each other every single year. If the weather's better, maybe we'll go with you next year." That idea earned a derisive snort from the girl in the recliner.

"But this is going to be the best game ever! Bartlett's got that speedster running back Tyrone Beck, but you can't discount the arm on Stafford's quarterback . . ."

Dana groaned loudly, cutting him off. "Face the facts, Dad. Neither of us are even remotely interested in a stupid game like football."

"Stupid!" Greg couldn't help but bristle at that.

She waved him towards the door as if shooing him. "You'd better hurry, Dad, or you and uncle Will are going to miss the tip off."

"Kick off."

"Yeah, whatever."

Greg glanced out the window to where his brother was sitting in the car already, waiting for him. It looked like he was going to lose the ten dollar bet he had made with him since he couldn't persuade either of the women to come along. Still, at least his wife's little brother understood the importance of the greatest game in the world.

"All right, then. We're going to miss you two, though." He reached for the door knob, but then hesitated. "You won't forget to . . ."

"I've already programmed the recorder, honey," Loretta assured him, plucking down a book from the shelf and turning to go over to the couch. "It'll tape your game." Nobody seemed to notice it, but Dana couldn't resist looking over to admire her mother's firm bottom in those snug jeans she was wearing.

"Great!"

"Though why you would want to video tape the very ball game you are going to see in person is beyond me."

When it looked like he might be tempted to explain it to her, Dana just pointed wordlessly at the door. Heaving a defeated sigh and hanging his head, he turned and headed out to the car.

* * *

Just as Loretta had been hoping, it started almost as soon as the menfolk were out of the way.

As she pretended to read her novel, she could feel the weight of her daughter's eyes fixed on her. Not wanting to let on that she knew she was being studied, Loretta was very careful to hide the small, amused smile that was threatening to make an appearance on her lips. A typical teenager with all of the rioting hormones that suggested and then some, Dana was not the most subtle of women.

Timing the moment as carefully as she could, Loretta raised her eyes from the book with studied casualness as if she were just going to take a look out the window. Jumping in surprise, Dana looked away from her quickly, pretending to pay rapt attention to the infomercial her channel surfing had landed her on. 

With those interested eyes no longer focused on her, Loretta now allowed herself a pleased grin that she quickly quashed lest it be seen.

It was no surprise to the middle-aged housewife that her own daughter was interested in her. The evidence was pretty blatant after all and had been piling up ever since the girl reached puberty. Naturally, neither of them had been so foolish as to do anything about this illicit and forbidden attraction, but neither had Loretta done anything to put an end to it. She had reached a point in her life when it was quite flattering to know that she had caught the eye of a beautiful young lady who could literally have her pick of any man or woman she wanted.

But wasn't she a little weirded out by the fact that her own child was romantically interested in her? Why should she be, considering that nothing was ever going to happen because of it? Greg seemed utterly blind to the young woman's infatuation too, so there were no headaches coming from that direction, either.

Sipping at her coffee, she returned her attention to the book, thoroughly enjoying how fast her daughter's eyes shifted back to her.

* * *

Within an hour, Dana could not take it anymore and climbed to her feet, heading for the kitchen as swiftly as she could.

Standing at the kitchen sink, she stared out the window at the slowly falling snow, hoping it would somehow chill down the fire that was raging within her. She didn't know what it was, but there was just something about the older woman that never failed to drive her out of her mind with lust. It always left her feeling like quite a pervert to be thinking of her own mother like that of course, but she just could not help herself. 

The idea of actually making a play for her was simply ludicrous. She didn't have anything like the kind of courage someone would need to hit on their own parent and there was no way in the world her mom would ever agree to it anyway. She could only thank God each and every day that her dear mother didn't know what kind of sick thoughts were going through her head or she would never be able to face her again.

Even so, being all alone in this house with her like this for a few hours, knowing that it was at least remotely possible for something wild and crazy to happen between them, was driving her to distraction.

It was almost enough to make her wish she'd gone to that game with her father and big brother.

Gripping the edge of the counter, she took several long, deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, willing her racing heart to slow down before it burst. Closing her eyes she imagined herself going outside to face the frigid weather without her coat, still trying to dampen her blazing libido. It took a little time, but she was eventually confident that she could go back and face her mother again.

As she pulled away from the kitchen counter, turning back to the living room, she managed to clumsily knock a glass off. Jumping back with a little yelp, she was not injured by the broken glass as it hit the ground and shattered with a crash.

From the living room, Dana heard a shout of distress that brought her running, completely forgetting about cleaning up the mess.

"Are you all right?!" both women shouted at once as they faced each other again. "What happened?!"

"I accidentally broke a glass but I'm okay," Dana explained. "What happened in here?"

"The sound startled me so much that I spilled my coffee," Loretta replied. Sure enough, there was a large and still growing black stain on the housewife's blouse and her book too was dripping.

"You spilled hot coffee all over yourself?!" Dana worried. "You didn't get burned, did you?"

"No. Fortunately, it'd had time to cool down first. I'd better go and change before it ruins this blouse. In the meantime, make sure you clean up all the broken glass, okay?"

Dana nodded and her mother headed for her bedroom, but the teen did not go back into the kitchen. 

This was an opportunity to do something incredibly foolish that would only exacerbate her problem and she knew she shouldn't do it. She had tried to spy on her mother before, but had never managed to see anything. Here was a golden opportunity to maybe see her topless, if she were bold enough and daring enough to try!

The teen took one slow step after her mother, then another, then . . .

* * *

Peeling off her top, Loretta held it up for a moment for consideration, wondering how she was ever going to get that coffee stain out. Sighing, she shook her head and tossed it into the nearby bathroom, watching as it went right into the shower.

As she turned her attention to her closet to pick out something new to wear, she thought she could feel eyes on her again, however. Surely her little girl wouldn't be so mad as to actually try to spy on her while she changed clothes, though. Or would she? If she was at the door, peeking into the master bedroom, Loretta estimated that younger woman wouldn't be able to see anything more than her mostly bare back. Even if she turned though, the bra she was wearing wouldn't have revealed very much to those young, intense eyes.

Wishing that she had a mirror in the right place to let her know for sure whether Dana really was indulging in a bit of voyeurism, Loretta nonetheless felt absolutely certain that she was and turned away from the door a little more to hide the flush of pure pleasure that was lighting up her face. Her husband hadn't paid anything like this kind of attention to her in far too long and getting it now, even from her own child, was simply intoxicating.

Telling herself that she needed to have a nice long heart-to-heart talk about all of this before too much more time past, Loretta considered what to do right now.

Assuming that she was right and the girl really was there, she could speak up and let the teen know she had been caught, remind her that what she was doing was more than a little inappropriate, but she couldn't quite get the words out. She didn't want to embarrass her, after all. What she decided to do instead was continue to pretend she hadn't seen her and go into the bathroom to hide until her daughter gave up and went away. 

Loretta did manage to take one slow step towards the bathroom door, then another, but her legs refused to cooperate any further than that.

What would it really hurt if she gave her daughter a little thank you for making her middle-aged mother feel so good? She could take her bra off before she disappeared into the bathroom! With her back to her like this, Dana would not really be able to see anything, after all. It would also be something nice for the girl to remember later when Loretta finally did the right thing and had a quiet talk with her to discourage this sort of thing.

Reaching behind herself with trembling hands, the housewife unhooked the catch on her bra and slowly, carefully slipped first one and then the other of the straps off her shoulders. Firmly holding a cup in each hand, she hesitated a long moment to make sure Dana had a very good look, then allowed her bra to slip off and fall to the floor.

Still she didn't make the trip into the bathroom, though. She felt a burning need to know how her daughter was reacting to the show she was putting on for her and risked a quick glance back behind her.

To her tremendous disappointment, Loretta saw that there was no face in the doorway.

* * *

Breathing hard, almost deafened by the sound of her pounding heart, Dana dashed back to the kitchen, passing a window without even noticing how hard it was snowing outside now.

Sidestepping at the last moment to avoid the broken glass, the young woman worked desperately to calm herself before she burst into flame. She had gotten halfway down the hall before she'd chickened out, realizing how stupid it would be to try to spy on her mother. She would surely have been caught immediately! Still, her imagination was running riot, filling her mind with all sorts of wild and sexy things she might have seen had she only been braver.

Awkwardly going down on her knees, she worked to clean up the mess as quickly as she could, her hands shaking a bit from her intense, but unbelievable fantasies.

Loretta made an appearance even as her daughter was finishing up, shuffling her way slowly and uncertainly into the kitchen with her eyes downcast. Dana was instantly aware of her mother's arrival of course, but did not dare to look up either, her face flushing hotly. However crazy it might be, she somehow felt certain that her mother knew that she had wanted to watch her change clothes and knew about all of her madcap dreams.

Coughing softly, clearing her throat, Loretta had some trouble finding her voice at first, sounding a bit strained when she finally managed to get something coherent out. "Um, so . . . did you . . . did you, uh, get it all . . . cleaned up?"

Dana wasn't having much more luck getting the words out. "Um . . . yes . . . yes I did."

"That's good."

Composing herself as much as she could, Dana lifted her head at long last and dared to look at her mother. What she saw made her start violently, unable to stop staring. The new top the older woman had put on was not at all inappropriate to wear around the house, but it was just thin enough and just snug enough to leave the girl in no doubt that Loretta wasn't wearing anything underneath. The teen was helpless to do anything but stare at her mother's breasts, her mouth hanging open.

As the silence lengthened, Loretta lifted her eyes slowly and discovered her daughter's expression. She looked away again hastily, but her warm cheeks and happy smile made it clear that she was pleased. Even if Dana had not been spying on her before, her mother's thank you had still been delivered.

It took a real effort, but Dana eventually managed to stop staring at her mother's bosom, looking anywhere but at the other woman determinedly. She felt deeply and thoroughly embarrassed to be acting like this and was dead certain that her mom must know by now what kind of a weirdo she really was. Staring at her own feet, she waited in silence for the lecture she was sure must be coming.

Loretta waited too, but when she finally dared to look back and saw how her daughter was standing, she guessed what might be going on in her pretty little head. Eager to reassure her that all was well, she stepped forward with a warm smile, closing the distance between them. With two fingers under her chin, she lifted the girl's face back to her own. However, whatever words of comfort the housewife might have meant to say died in her throat as she gazed into Dana's startlingly warm and clear eyes, immediately getting lost in their crystal depths. 

Standing so very close to the woman she had desired for so very long - close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, for her distinctive aroma to fill her nostrils - Dana was simply overcome.

It was Dana who had spent the all of those years infatuated with her mother, but it was Loretta who now leaned in and brushed her lips gently across the teens. It was the briefest, tenderest of touches, yet it left them both feeling as if they'd just been goosed by a bolt of lightening. Breathing hard, huge smiles on their faces, the couple now spent a little time regarding each other with dancing eyes. 

For that one, all too brief moment, they were no longer a mother and daughter and neither of them had an unsuspecting husband. Instead, they were just a deliriously happy couple realizing just how very deep and how very powerful the connection was between them and intent on exploring these fascinating new feelings. It was a moment of the purest pleasure imaginable, yet it didn't last for too long before reality settled down on them again.

With seriously mixed feelings about how intimate she and her daughter were getting, Loretta decided that she needed some space and some time to think, and stepped back so quickly that she stumbled over her own feet, laughing awkwardly. Turning, she hurried out of the room as fast as her unwilling, rubbery legs could carry her.

Dana could only watch her go, her very soul still quaking from the effects of that kiss.

* * *

Sitting on the living room couch, Loretta was staring at the coffee soaked book she had dropped earlier without really seeing it.

Something seriously perverse had been stirred up in her, something that everything she had ever known told her that she absolutely had to ignore, but she wasn't certain that she could. Not only was she all alone in the house with a desirable young woman who most certainly had a thing for her, not only was she effectively trapped there with her by the arctic conditions outside, but she had just been given the kind of jolt she hadn't felt since she and Greg first got together. She seemed to be running awfully short on will power just now and didn't think it would take much persuading to make her do something foolish, something that they would all regret.

The only comfort she could find at that point was that she thought that Dana was smart enough to know what a mistake all of this was and would surely do whatever it took to help cool things back down.

Loretta was distracted from her thoughts by a movement, looking up to find her teenaged daughter standing in the archway that led to the kitchen. Dana stood there in silence for a long moment, but an eloquent conversation took place between the women nonetheless. It was a debate of sorts, a discussion of forbidden and disturbing topics that were somehow incredibly enticing.

Dana moved now, crossing the room to stand in front of her mother. Having spent her entire life dreaming of an encounter just like this one, there was no way she could just stop now that she was on the verge of making it all come true.

When Loretta might have risen, making one final desperate attempt to keep this from happening, Dana moved first and perched herself on her mother's lap, facing her. "Oh, Dana . . ." the older woman whispered, hopelessly trying to find the words to talk her out of this, while at the same time reaching out to firmly grip her by the hips, holding her in place.

Leaning in, the eighteen year old quieted that final plea forever by kissing her mother firmly. Loretta did not struggle against this assault, her head tilted well back and her mouth opening at the slightest provocation to accept the girl's probing, exploring tongue.

Running slow, stroking hands over her mother's face, Dana did an extra thorough job of making out with her. Though lost in the moment, she knew deep down that this was something she might never be allowed to do again and so she was determined to make the most of it. Loretta obviously had the same thing in her mind as she was more keeping pace with her daughter.

Without any conscious direction from their owner, Loretta's hands gave up the teen's hips and moved up her back, sliding up under her T-shirt. Excited fingers fumbled, searching for a bra catch that was not there. Dana straightened up again, peeling off that shirt as fast as she could to reveal that the bra she was wearing closed at the front. The women smiled at each other playfully, both finding the incident humorous.

With hands that were shaking with excitement, Loretta reached up to open that catch, pulling the cups away to fully reveal her daughter's small, but perky breasts. While her mother took the time to admire her firm young tits, Dana went ahead and took her bra off, pitching it away carelessly.

It was perhaps some lingering sense of what was right and wrong that caused the older woman's hands to slowly rise toward that sweet little bosom no less than three times, but retreat again each time. Loretta knew full well that this was not the kind of activity she and her daughter should be partaking in, after all. It was not only incest, it was adultery! Seeing the trouble her mother was having, Dana took Loretta's hands in her own and pressed them tight to her breasts.




The Storm Ch. 01



Sucking in a huge and shuddering breath, Loretta spent quite a bit of time savoring the soft, smooth, silky texture of the younger woman's skin, lovingly caressing those sculpted mounds of flesh. She simply could not get enough of those delightful little treasures, the thought of denying them to herself no longer anywhere in her mind. The nipples, she noted, were big and brown and hard enough to cut diamonds and she devoted some time to fingering them in all the ways she herself loved.

Moaning ecstatically, Dana arched her back under all of this attention, perhaps not coincidentally pushing her breasts right into her mother's face. Loretta didn't even try to resist the temptation to suck one of those delicious teats right into her mouth, nursing at it, lashing it with her tongue, and doing all of those things her husband seemed to have forgotten how to do. Dana moaned even louder, tangling her fingers in her mother's hair, and nearly coming right then and there. 

Needing to stop these proceedings before she did have a humiliatingly quick climax, Dana dismounted her mother and knelt down in front of her. With fingers made every bit as clumsy by passion as Loretta's had been, she still managed to get the older woman's pants unfastened and hauled down. A pause to remove the shoes she had neglected to get off first, then the slacks were yanked off and pitched aside.

Loretta didn't need to be asked and opened her legs wide, thrilling to the sight of the girl moving in between them. Fingers roughly pulled the crotch of her panties aside and the sensation of her hot breath wafting over her most intimate of places caused her to let out a plaintive, needy wail. Dana was quick to give her what she needed too, diving headlong straight into that juicy, dripping cunt. 

Her eyes rolling back into her head, her whole body writhing and bouncing, her hands clawing at the couch cushions, Loretta could not catch her breath enough to let out anything more than a hoarse, strangled gasp as she was feasted upon. This was the first time Dana had ever been between any woman's legs and so she certainly was no professional at cunnilingus, but it was certainly crystal clear that her mother had no quarrels with her performance.

Then again, how could it be anything but an incredible experience when you had your own daughter between your legs, lapping at your pussy?

Loretta's climax built rapidly and, though she tried every trick she had ever learned to hold it off, to make this unique and perfect experience last just as long as possible, there was no holding it back. Her whole body convulsing, nearly levitating up and off the couch, she endured a violent but mostly silent orgasm as she still couldn't breath normally. Then, with an unladylike grunt, she collapsed back again and lay limp, twitching periodically.

Dana was proud of herself, to say the least, and took a long moment to admire the wreckage of her mother, then got up onto the couch beside her to hold her tight until she recovered. 

When Loretta was finally able to tell up from down again, she gave the teen a shy grin. "Thank you, baby," she husked, giving her a weak hug. "I haven't felt anything like that in years!"

"It was my pleasure, mom." the teen answered sincerely, hugging her back. "Make no mistake about that."

The women leaned towards each other slowly, lips parting.

Literally one half second before their lips would have met, they were interrupted by a loud chirping and rattling. The sudden noise seemed to come out of nowhere and almost made them both jump out of their skins, but they soon figured out that it was Loretta's cell phone ringing and vibrating. Giggling to themselves as they relaxed back into each others arms, the women looked to where Loretta's pants had ended up. 

The sight of her empty jeans lying on the ground, part of them bouncing and shaking just a little thanks to that cell phone inspired another round of giggling.

"Let's not answer it," Dana said, turning back to her mother. She could thank of lots more interesting things to do than talk on the phone! The older woman pulled away though, getting up on wobbly legs to go and answer that call.

"I think we'd better get it. If it's your father, he'll start wondering why we couldn't or wouldn't take a call from him and start asking awkward questions." Looking out the window as she picked up her phone, she saw what looked like a blizzard outside. "Besides, in weather like this, he might be calling to say that he and your uncle Will weren't able to make it to their game. We don't want him to come home early and find us like this."

Dana really had no choice but to agree. Just as she had when her father was leaving though, she was able to watch her mother's bottom as the woman crossed the room and bent down to get her phone. The fact that this time she wasn't wearing any pants however had her drooling just a little. If only she had been smart enough to just take those panties off . . .

Sure enough, Loretta saw with some dismay, the caller ID said that it was her husband.

"Hello?"

A few minutes later, when the call was over, Loretta turned back to her little girl, beaming. "Well, the good news is that your father and uncle are safe and sound. After fighting their way through this snowstorm and getting nowhere, they finally realized that they would have to give up on seeing their football game. The bad news is that we're going to have to listen to some endless bitching and moaning from the two of them over missing it when they finally get home." She paused a moment for effect, then added the stinger. "The wonderful news is that the roads are closing and so they are going to stay in a hotel overnight - maybe even longer if this storm keeps up and they can't clear the streets!"

Dana needed a moment to soak it in. Before, she could only have looked forward to a precious couple of hours of fooling around with her mother before they had to clean up and get things back in order before her dad came home. Now, though they could spend the rest of the day and all night tangled up in each other's arms without fear of being caught. If the weather would only hold out, they might even be able to do it again tomorrow and tomorrow night, too.

Now it was the teen who was beaming, rising to her feet and holding out a hand to the other woman. "Come on, mom. Let's go to bed."

Loretta pretended coyness even as she took the hand. "Bed? But it's only a little past noon, honey." She did not resist at all as she was led away towards the master bedroom. "What ever would we do in bed for the rest of the day?"

Dana looked her over from head to toe, thoroughly enjoying not having to hide the desire in her eyes any more as she scrutinized her.

"I'm sure we'll be able to think of something fun to do, mom."



The Storm Ch. 01



My girlfriend Jenny asked me to go pick up her mom from the airport that morning. She had a 8:00am arrival time from Atlanta. I am not sure why I did, because me and Jenny were on the last leg of our relationship. She had just told me that she was thinking about seeing other people. 

I knew for a fact that the star guard on the college basketball team had asked her out. He was going to be a first round draft pick. Maybe even with the first or second pick of the draft. So what the hell am I doing picking her mom up? I guess I got fool written on my forehead. 

At any rate, the airport was only 20 minutes from my apartment that I was sharing with another classmate. So I easily got to the airport at about 7:45am. I really should have looked at the news because her flight was delayed for a couple hours due to the snow storm that was coming through. So I sat at the airport.

My phone buzzed. It was Jenny. 

"Carl, where are you?" She asked.

"I'm at the airport." 

"I guess you know that mom's flight has been delayed. She just called me. She says that they are debating whether to even fly into Chicago, it could be afternoon before they get in."

"Great, so now..." I began to say.

"You aren't gonna back out are you? I mean George can take care of this if you..."

There she go, she knew which buttons to press to get me to do anything. So now she brings up her basketball star and now I have to prove my manhood by sitting in a damn airport for four more hours. 

Before I knew what I was saying, I added, "No...I came, I will bring her home."

"I knew I could count on you." She said.

I guess I thought that I might gain brownie points with Jenny by doing this, but deep within I knew that there was no way that I was going to be with her much longer.

The hours crawled by. I watched the televisions in the airport and they said that the storm was rocking much of the midwest. I looked out the window and saw a lot of snow falling at the airport. I looked at the monitor and her flight was delayed again.This time it wasn't supposed to come in until 4pm. 

I called Jenny.

"Hello."

"Do you have any information on your mother?"

"Oh yeah, she called and said that..." I heard what sounded like a mans voice in the background and then she said playfully. "stop it..." 

"What's going on Jenny, who is that?"

"Oh it's just George, he came over to bring some groceries and stuff, you know bread and milk." 

I got ready to hit the roof. "So when is he going home?"

"I don't know anytime now, what's the matter?"

"What the hell you mean what's the matter, my girlfriend is cheating on me and doesn't even have the decency of attempting to hide it from me."

"We need to talk about this later."

"Later, when after you use me just a little bit more? I'm going home. You need to get your loverboy to come over here and do this shit."

"Come on Carl, don't be like that. He is on his way out the door now to go home..."

I was sure it was a load of bull...I interrupted her by hanging up. I was sick and tired of fooling with her trifling ass. I walked back out to my car. It was terribly messy out. 

As soon as a plow went through another plow was needed. The snow was dropping hard and fast. I was happy that I was so close to home, but the 20 minute trip took about an hour. The time was 3pm. 

I sat in my chair at my apartment wishing that I had taken my roommate up on his offer to spend the holiday in Florida. But no, my dumb ass wanted to make one last try at Jenny.

I turned on the TV and began drifting off to a well earned nap when I got a call. I looked at the clock, it said 7pm. I looked at my phone and it was Jenny.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked angrily.

"OK...OK...I know...I know...I didn't..."

"What do you want?" I asked again coldly.

"Mom is in and she needs you to pick her up."

"I told you to pick her up your own damn self." I said, getting a backbone.

"We can't make it to her. Come on Carl, you know she lives an hour from him, it would five or six hours if not longer to get her here."

"Not my problem..."

"All the hotels are booked up, so if you would just do this one thing for me, then maybe we can..."

I knew where this was headed. She was trying to play me. "Hell no. Tell your momma to grab a pillow because I ain't going over there." I hung up.

I felt proud of myself and went to go get something to eat in the refrigerator. I turned the TV back on and it was simply a mess out there.

I ate the microwave food. I was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. 

I ignored it, and then there was another knock. I walked over to the door and looked in the peep hole and there was a woman, attractive in her face in her fifties with gray streaks in her hair. She was wearing heavy clothing.

I opened the door, "May I help you?"

"Carl?" 

"Yes..."

She hugged me and said, "I'm Jenny's mom. She told me that you were going to put me up for the night and I am grateful, I sure didn't want to spend another minute at that airport."

I laughed angrily, "Jenny..."

"Is something the matter?"

"Just come in..." I said.

She walked into the apartment and asked again, "Did I do something wrong?" 

"No, but your daughter did."

"What did she do?"

"She over in her house with the basketball player and she continues to want to use me."

"I'm sorry, I...I don't know what I can do, but I don't think..."

"No, go ahead make yourself at home. When this thing blows over, I will toke you to her apartment and then I won't have to deal with her anymore."

Jenny's mom took off her coat and revealed a very nice figure. She was slim with a nice tight body. She had on a long skirt.

We began talking through the evening. We watched a bit of television when Jenny's mom finally said, "I know Jenny won't, but I want to apologize to you for her. She is just like her father. Always wanting to use people and never thinking about them."

"Her father? Your husband?"

"No we divorced seven years ago, and it was the best decision I ever made. Although the dating game is a bit slow for a fifty year old woman. I guess, I'm gonna be an old maid."

I laughed, "I really doubt that, I mean you are gorgeous. If I were about thirty years older."

We both laughed.

"I doubt it, you know, I shouldn't say this, but I have only had three dates since the divorce, and I haven't had sex..." She caught herself and stopped.

"Well you aren't alone..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your daughter stopped allowing that months ago, I think she getting it somewhere else."

"Just like her father." Jenny's mom said. I then saw a tear begin to form in her eye. She then started crying.

Damn, seven years ago and she still like this. But I couldn't watch a woman cry so I rushed over to her and hugged on the couch. "No, It's all right..." I said. 

She stopped crying and looked in my eyes.

I took my finger and wiped the tear out of her eye with it.

She then slowly eased in and kissed me. You know one of those real light kisses. 

We looked at each other and she said, "I'm sorry, I..."

I then grabbed her kissed her. Our tongues met and danced in our mouths. We just stood there kissing for a moment. I was surprised that a fifty year old woman would kiss like that. I wasn't sure what to do, but I then allowed my hands to traverse her body.

I slid my hand lightly across her back to her breasts. Her breasts were a bit loose and small, but still I was really looking forward to taking this further. 

Then the phone rang. It was Jenny.

"It's Jenny."

I answered the phone, "Yeah..."

"I know you are mad, but if you could just keep her tonight, then everything will be allright."

I turned to Jenny's mom and said, "She says if I take care of you tonight, then everything will be allright. Are you OK with that?" 

Jenny's mom unzipped my pants and fished out my member and took it in her mouth. 

"I think this is good." I said with a slight jump in my voice due to the pleasure.

"Can I talk to mom."

"She wants to talk to you." I told Jenny's mom. 

She took her mouth off my cock and said, "Can't you see I'm busy?" She then took it back in her mouth and began sucking and stroking in unison. I was starting to lose my mind at that point.

"Is anybody there?" Jenny asked on the phone.

"She's busy." I said and immediately hung up.

My dick was standing at attention now. And Jenny's mom stood up. I looked at her dead in her eyes. 

She took her blouse off. She had on a functional white bra that hid her small, slightly sagging, but still very nice breasts.

She then pulled up her skirt and revealed again a white panty. She pulled the panty down and off and threw it to the side. 

She then got on me as I sat there. I still had on my jeans, but my manhood was still standing at full attention.

She jumped on me and started riding me. 

"Ohh Carl, yes, Carl." She said as she road me. I sat there as she did pretty much all of the work. I could tell that she was happy to have someone, anyone in her. 

It was pleasurable, but I needed to do some of the action rather than just passively sit there. 

I picked her up and turned her around. She was now with her ass in the air and her arms on the couch. I got to see her ass. Again, her body was not exactly toned, but it was small and hot. I wasn't going to complain.

I entered her from behind and began pumping her. She smiled and rocked back and forth as I went into her. 

I had only had sex with Jenny once, and it was you regular missionary fuck. 30 thrusts and it was done. Jenny did nothing. I couldn't help myself comparing the sex. Jenny was much more toned, but her mom was much more eager. And as she got louder, I found out much more vocal as well.

I stopped thrusting into her.

"Why did you stop?" She yelled.

"I'm bout to cum." 

She took me then and pushed me onto the couch and took me again into her mouth. She sucked and had a great rhythm going with her head rocking back and forth. 

I was then at the point where I couldn't hold it any longer. I she took it all in her mouth. 

I then laid out as she continued to suck on my dead member attempting to coax it back to life.

"I need a few minutes." 

"OK, you just had your climax, next time it is my turn." She said as she laid on me on the couch.

"So how long is this snow storm gonna last?" I asked.

"Probably not long enough." She said.



The Storm Ch. 01 of 03



"Sorry babe. Me and the guys are going on a road trip."

Sonya closed her eyes and tried to understand where such a powerful homicidal urge had come from.

"Babe" she started, trying to keep the sweet separate from the sour, "you promised to help me move my things today, though. Remember?"

She could hear them chatting and jostling around in the background. Her mind started racing as she considered the implications of her fiance's casual cancellation. The good cheer on the other line began to take on an ugly tinge to her ears.

"Hey - did you hear me?" she raised her voice to be heard - a few of the remaining students in her class asking the teacher questions glanced over in her direction and (wisely, she thought) looked away when she raised her eyes to them with the mildest hint of ferocity. While her voice struggled to maintain its sunny pitch, thunderclouds were clearly forming -- visible even to the untrained eye. A long moment passed as the background noises continued.

"What? Yeah, I heard you. It's a surprise! Look, this is important- I'll make it up to you, though. Totally. Give me some sugar, sweetness."

She could hear cat-calls and other background chatter accompanying Steve's last comment. Her eyes punched holes in some distant object located behind the littered whiteboard at the front of the class as she disconnected the call without responding. That's one of the things that sucked about the new smartphones -- you couldn't get the same emotional release scrolling your finger to hang up the line that you could slamming it into its holder. Same idea, though. 

There was a part of her that felt obligated to go through the motions. He would call and text her again and again, sooner or later and eventually she would forgive him and they would make up and then he would begin toeing the line of acceptable behaviour, taking her for granted, and it would begin all over again. But that was a problem to deal with when she had calmed down - for now, she took the mildest bit of satisfaction in setting her phone to silent.

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. She really didn't want to have to call a moving company - but she might have no choice if she couldn't find another warm body to help her out.

Performing a quick breathing exercise she remembered her old soccer instructor teaching her, she inhaled through her nose and tried to exhale the fire in her belly - unsuccessfully. Packing her textbook and binder into the bag with a bit more force than was strictly necessary, she tried to generate a mental list of friends who might be able to help her out in her current predicament. Strolling out of class and finding a relatively quiet spot in the cafeteria to sit and concentrate, she messaged her usual group. 

Her electronic emergency cry for help was universally rejected. One of her girlfriends wished her luck with a smiley face.

Bitch.

James? No - he was out of town. Trevor? Actually, no. Not Derek - bad idea. Evan? Crap, she hadn't talked to him in forever. 

Damn. As she scrolled to the bottom of her contact list and made her way back up again, connecting faces to numbers, she realized that she hadn't seriously considered how many of her male friends she had stopped contacting since Steve had proposed to her. Come to think of it - the great male migration had begun even before they had gotten serious. It's harder than you might realize to simply maintain the number of male friends you have when you settle down with one of them. 

Stupid gender.

As she stood there, uncertain as to how to proceed and feeling frustrated and angry with just the mildest bitter feeling of despair threatening to swell in her eyes and ruin her makeup (who really wants to spend their Friday evening moving their belongings alone? Or any evening, for that matter). 

Fate apparently felt obligated to intervene.

"Hey Sonya? Sonya, right?"

She turned her head sharply at the utterance of her name, to the person who broke her trance, like a cat hearing a small furry mammal in the vicinity. Her look was purely predatory. Rick was approaching her - more commonly known as the hot tall model guy who sat in the row directly in front of her. Trying to quickly shift gears, she smothered her annoyance at the predicament of her current situation and tried to soften her features - to give an encouraging, acknowledging smile as he came closer.

Key word; tried to

The focus of her dark eyes may have felt a touch singed.

Judging by the widened eyes and slowing pace, she had failed. 

Too many teeth in that smile. 

Little too sharky.

"Something the matter?" he asked saddling up beside her table, his voice a little cautious.

For a moment she considered taking him up on his offer of confidence - going on a long, emotionally wrenching soliloquy about the unfairness of her situation and the selfishness of her boyfriend, and the fact that clouds were rolling in and it looked like a storm was on it's way - despite the forecast of clear skies and mild temperatures - and how she had to move all of her belongings tonight so that someone else could move into her place tomorrow and how life sucked when even your local newscasters couldn't be depended upon. How real friends are the ones sticking around even when it's inconvenient. How expensive gas was getting! EVERYTHING!

Instead she squashed the strange, psychotic little urge with a note of concern and instead strove to appear calm and composed. Maybe a little too relaxed.

"Oh, you know. The usual" she said in a way that conveyed that nothing at all was bothering her in an extremely unconvincing way. The white knuckled grip on her phone may or may not have given away her bluff.

Rick stared at her face for a long moment, and Sonya was increasingly aware of the rising temperature in her cheeks. He couldn't see it, but she felt it.

"Well?" she said, slightly annoyed - mostly embarrassed.

"You have a truck, right?" he asked, as if confirming something he already knew.

"Yeah" cautiously.

"You're going downtown, right?" like the fact that he knows which direction she goes after school was common knowledge.

"Uh-huh" suspiciously.

"Do you need some help?"

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A light drizzle had begun as they stepped out to the parking lot and began to pick up as they sped up a little bit to her truck. A click and a turn later they were both out of the rain and sitting beside each other. Exchanging polite chit-chat, Sonya found herself warming up to her new friend and classmate. He turned out to be a fairly interesting guy. It didn't hurt that he was a pleasing sight on the eyes. Mentally, she chastised herself for running her eyes over his body, taking in his shape. She may have been maintaining slightly better posture than she normally would if she didn't have company. 

Why was she feeling the tiniest bit flustered? Whatever, she was engaged (or was it engaged to be engaged? Her gaze fell to her driving hand for a moment, noting the lonely finger as she had many times before) - not dead.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, after a brief lull in the conversation, as they came upon a red light.

"Maybe" she said, guardedly. 

"What are you passionate about?" 

They were both staring ahead at the traffic, He said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, that she was momentarily taken aback.

She laughed after a moment. What a silly question! How was she supposed to answer?

"What do you mean?" she asked, caught momentarily off-balance, feeling a little guarded.

"Passion. Y'know - interests, dislikes, loves, hates - I don't really know you all that well."

"Sure you do! We talk in class all the time."

A moment passed. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his profile turn slightly towards her. His fingers drummed an oddly distracting little beat on his knee. She couldn't help but wonder if the muscles in his hand and forearm accurately represented the rest of his body. A little shiver (delightful?) ran through her. She took her eyes off him for a moment and adjusted the heat. 

It was chilly, sure.

"There's talking, and then there's talking." There was something in his voice in that simple statement. Sincerity? She wasn't sure. It was something you didn't really hear unless you were talking to someone you've known a long time. It felt too...familiar, too intimate, if that made any sense. She knew what he meant, what he was talking about, but felt a strange, chaotically playful urge to disagree with him - just to see what would happen.

"You're wrong," she replied - less confidently then she would have liked. "For example, I know that you like boats but hate the ocean. You watch Entourage and like cooking with your bare hands."

A moment passed as he considered her response. She could see his brow lower in an expression that looked to be part confusion, part concentration as she concluded her extremely brief biography on her classmate. Then the look passed and a beaming smile lit up his face.

"I see you've creeped my Facebook profile." She felt a little heat in her cheeks as he smiled and nodded in acknowledgment in her general direction.

A moment passed. "I was curious," she admitted "to know more about you."

His laughter pearled out in the cramped confines of the truck. A nice laugh. Nice everything.

"What's so funny?" she asked, maybe a little sharply. Was he making fun of her? Fucker.

"Sorry," he said "I just find it funny how quickly people can come to the conclusion that they actually know somebody on the basis of a few blurbs and pictures."

He had a point, she had to admit.

"Well, what are you passionate about?" she countered to his original query.

"Living a good life," he replied simply. Like it was a matter-of-fact statement that should instantly make perfect sense.

She paused for a moment, considering.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean living a good life. Experience different cultures, different people, cross the oceans a few times, eat some great food, drink better beer, listen to some soulful music , have some belly laughs, maybe raise a family, help beautiful women in distress from time to time - you know, the usual. I take it a day at a time."

Silence reigned in the car for a moment. Another green light -- they were making good time.

"I'm not really sure," she replied after a moment "what I want out of life."

"That's good" he said. Concise bastard.

"What?!" she gave a genuine laugh at his response. "How is having a big question mark for a life goal considered a good thing?"

"Oh, it's not. But it was an honest answer - that's something." His mask of sombre sincerity cracked and he joined her in a brief round of laughter at the absurdity.

"Wait, hold up," she replied before the moment passed "you think I'm beautiful?"

"Sure" he replied, glancing over at her.

"I'm engaged, you know."

"That's nice." a playful twinkle in his eye and a suppressed smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

She wasn't sure how to take that.

"Hey, pull over here" a note of urgency in his voice

"What? Why?" she asked, amusement transitioning into confusion.

"The good life. Beer. You're buying."

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The complete moving of all her worldly belongings didn't actually take all that long. Rick was a hard worker and did the majority of the heavy lifting. It took them as many trips as it did hours to move all her stuff. They were actually forced to work fairly quickly - the rain began coming down harder, straining the protective abilities of the crappy tarp hovering over her things. Fortunately, her stuff absorbed a minimal amount of moisture - due in no small part to her newest friend.

She was actually surprised how well they got along. Sonya wasn't usually much of a talker, but conversation came easily with Rick. He was honest, which helped her be (mostly) honest too. A couple of times she actually found herself gazing a little too intently at the shape of his hands as he carried the boxes to the truck, shoving them under the tarp with enough force to make her wince a few times as they did their best impression of a human assembly line. Couldn't help but notice how his muscles bunched and tensed as he lifted and moved, the grunts and sounds of effort he made while gently lifting and carefully moving the antique dresser her grandma had given her for her high school graduation. 

He was surprisingly rugged, for a pretty boy. A little while later, they brought the final centerpiece for her apartment - after a slightly cramped ride in the elevator- and unceremoniously dumped it on the ground of her room.

"Wiew," sighed Rick, as he plopped down on her crappy (slightly damp) futon - one of the few assembled pieces of furniture in the cluttered mess that she would later rename her living room - and opened a beer and began taking large gulps. The sound of the rainfall outside intensified, a dim sound through the walls. Grabbing the unopened case of beer, he tossed her one and grabbed one for himself.

She grunted in acknowledgment and sat down on her nice, plush rug. The day had started early and had finished late; the sun was setting. At least she had managed to make the best of a bad situation, though her muscles promised her attitude tomorrow.

Rick raised his bottle to her in a toast, and she followed his lead.

"To new friends" he said, solemnly. "To new friends," she agreed, clinking the bottles together.

Their fingers brushed each other, and she was genuinely surprised at jolt of sensation course up her arm when they did. Trying to contain her reaction, she searched his face. He didn't seem to act as if anything were amiss, and she decided that was probably good policy.

They talked and traded stories - Rick had a way of telling ridiculous stories about his life with a completely straight face that really lit her up. She told him about the time she had been bartending and a senior citizen had showed up in a ridiculous suit (complete with matching fedora) and tried to pick her up. He told her about the time his high school teacher had made a pass at him. Neither was really aware of the rate they were running through beer until she went to get some more and realized they were down to the final bottles. 

Pretty terrible alcohol management for aspiring bartenders. She giggled at the thought.

"Holy crap," she exclaimed, with a bit of a slur. "We went through that whole twelve pack like a couple of frat boys."

"What? No waay," replied Rick. "We only drank... okay, that actually makes sense. I have to piss like a race horse."

"Nice," she fired back. "but ladies first."

"Not always" he said, with a wink and a shit eating grin.

She narrowed her eyes at his comment, but it didn't have any oomph behind it. She managed to walk to her new bathroom with nary a hitch, except for when she somehow managed to bash her knee into the door frame as she passed it. Swearing as she entered, she closed the door.

"You alright?" his muffled voice was barely audible.

"Yeah, no worries."

Normally, she would be a little mortified at the idea of carrying on a conversation with someone she had really just met a few hours ago while she was relieving herself in the bathroom - but she was just buzzed enough to not give a shit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the merri-go-round sensation the alcohol gave her.

After she was finished, she took inventory of herself in the window and began preening out of habit. She was a fairly attractive, she thought, not trying to toot her own horn - dark skin, darker eyes and fine features framed by long black hair. It came just to her mid-back, and spilled over her ample breasts. Cupping them, she couldn't help but notice how her waist tapered and then flared out again. Sonya was a well-rounded woman in every sense of the word. Standing at just under six feet, she could picture herself a runway model on a good night. 

Damn she looked good, as she messed up her hair up a little bit with her hands to give it a more tousled look, giving the mirror a seductive look and a giggle . She thought so, anyways. 

And Rick had called her beautiful. 

Totally.

Of course, most runway models probably couldn't (or wouldn't) indulge in a case of beer while wearing sweat pants and a loose fitting sweater after a hard day's work.

She was smiling to herself as she finished washing her hand and walked out - into her guest.

"Whoa," he said as she bounced off his chiselled body, steadying her by her shoulders. "Slow down, hot stuff."

There was a moment, just a moment, when her eyes, feeling smoky, met his as he laid hands on her, where some part of her wanted him to throw her to the floor and rip her clothes off. Then the moment passed and she snapped back.

Whoa.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled and squeezed past her into the bathroom.

She took a moment to compose herself before slowly slinking back to her still-warm spot on the carpet, neighboured by bottled casualties. Her knees were a little rubbery. Well, one was. The other was starting to hint at stiffness.

Trying to shake off the feeling, she was mostly composed and nursing her last beer when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Sweet place, Sonya" he remarked.

"Thanks. I thought so too" trying to be casual.

"I think I'm going to head out, though. I've gotta' be up early." He moved towards her and began picking the litter. Such a sweetie.

Arching her eyebrow, and not sure whether disappointment or relief was the more dominant emotion, she winced on the inside more than she had when she had bashed her knee when her mouth moved before she had really thought about it;

"How are you getting home?" she gave a significant glance to the storm outside.

"I'll take the bus, no big deal" he said, moving towards the doorway, putting his still-damp looking shoes on.

"What? No way. It's pouring out! I'll drive you."

"You're not sober enough to drive."

She couldn't really argue that.

A moment passed. A flicker of lightning.

"Crash here tonight, I'll drive you home in the morning."

It was his turn to pause as he gave her a direct look.

"You're sure that's okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just no funny business" with a smile and a wink. Did she wink? Jesus.

"Sweet. Thanks Sonya. I wasn't really looking forward to waiting for the bus in the rain." 

He returned the good cheer as he reversed course and finally took off his damp sweater. His shirt rode up and Sonya's breath may have caught at the sight of his well-developed abs. Dear god. She wasn't sure but it looked like his six pack came with two freebies. Domesticated butterflies ran free-range in her stomach.

He strode back to his spot on the futon and sprawled into and onto it, like it was where he belonged.

She tried to get up to go get a blanket, and her knee wobbled a smidgen. She didn't fall on her ass, but she didn't gracefully descend back down, either.

"Is your knee alright?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"It's fine" she said, with a hint of a wince in her voice. "Just a little stiff."

"Let me take a look at it" he said, completely serious.

"What? No, it's fine."

"Sonya, please. It's the least I can do." he said calmly, slipping off the couch and down onto the carpet with her, "Let me see your leg." Narrowing her eyes at him for a moment, she sighed and daintily extended her leg to him. He slowly rolled up the pant leg. Apparently his body's thermometer ran a little hotter than hers did, as his hands felt extremely warm making contact with her leg. Goosebumps. He probably noticed but didn't say anything as he gently touched and probed her knee with his hands, his eyes intent on her face, searching for reaction.

She winced.

"Ah," he said, "there" and went to work.

She wasn't sure what he did, or where he learned it, or why it felt so good - but it did. Minutes passed, or maybe it was tens of minutes - she didn't know and didn't care. The hum of alcohol in her system, the sensation of strong, skilled, warm hands rubbing and kneading her knee, and then her leg, practically overwhelmed her even as the sound of the storm outside lulled her into a state of complete relaxation. When he proposed that she lay on her stomach on the rug so that he could do the same to her back, she barely hesitated.




The Storm Ch. 01 of 03



Delicately, he rolled her shirt upwards, exposing her lower back. Straddling her ass, his hot hands went to work kneading her tired muscles. She couldn't help but give the occasional moan and sigh of enjoyment. Up and down he went, sometimes gliding, sometimes rubbing. His hands and fingers were the scourge of knots and kinks she didn't even know she had. She could feel days, weeks, months maybe, of tension flowing out of her.

She also became aware of a very distinct bulge that occasionally made contact with her ass as he worked. She knew that he wasn't intentionally doing it. It was just that he would occasionally shift position, or she would, and she would notice. Kind of hard to miss. She meant that in the nicest, most complimentary way possible.

Sonya knew she should feel repelled, or repulsed by the feeling of another man this focused and involved on her body - but the truth -- the horrible truth -- was that it was a little arousing. It was nice to feel wanted. Important. Like a tangible compliment, of sorts. Rationally, some part of her knew that the smart move was to get up, thank Rick for his help (and a lovely evening) and then proceed to bed, where she would probably toss and turn for a period of time in aroused frustration before slipping to sleep - but there was a part of her, the chaotic, hedonistic part, that was a little curious and flattered at his attention. Plus, it did feel completely amazing. She had never had a massage this good before.

It's no worse then what happens at the clubs when I go dancing. Better, even. At least he's not intentionally grinding into me.

Yeah, sure.

His hands proceeded up her back, sometimes rolling up her shirt as he went, until he met the curve of her neck and shoulder, and he discovered a whole new area of stress and knots and kinks to work on.

As his hands played over her body, she became aware of some of his more, one would say, adventurous detours, as he came closer and closer to touching her breasts. Part of her was amused, the other painfully aroused at the teasing nature. His hands would tease along her sides, pushing the boundary a little further each time.

Finally, she decided to throw him a bone by taking her sweater off. Making a small sound, he backed off slightly while she rolled her sweater over her head and threw it to the side. Neither of them made eye contact.

His hands became bolder and less cautious. He made a sound - a soft sigh - of appreciation as he worked. He explored her, running his hands along and appreciating her body. At last, his hand came up under her bra, and he cupped her breast, encompassing it completely and kneading it softly - sending bolts of sensation running through her body. Despite herself, she gave a soft moan and arched her back a little, pushing back into his erection.

From that point, everything went to hell.

She couldn't tell you, exactly, when Rick deftly removed her bra and began gently caressing her breasts with his strong hands. Or when she really began pushing her hips back so that she could really feel the sizeable erection pressing against her ass, or when he began pushing back, or when they dropped all pretence of what they were and doing and enjoyed their heavy petting. She couldn't help but wonder what he would feel like - in her hand, in her mouth, inside of her - it didn't matter. She just knew that she wanted it - no, needed it - bad.

She wasn't sure either at what point she had raised herself up straddled him, gyrating; how or when his shirt had come off. She was more focused on running her hands over his hard body, aware only of the sensations that came from rubbing her body, her breasts, into him. Smelling his hair, his body - feeling the burning warmth of it. Pressing her mouth to his, running her tongue along his perfect teeth like the horny teenager she was - he tasted like beer.

Whatever. He made it work. 

He was as skilled with his mouth as he was with his hands. Just the right pressure, the correct ratio of lip to tongue - the right touch in exactly the right places. At one point his fingers dug into her toned ass and pulled her into him, onto him, making a lusty rocking motion with his hips (and hers) and it was all she could do to clutch on for dear life, burrow her face into his neck and make whimpering sounds of ecstasy as everything else in the entire world became distant, muffled and muted. She distinctly remembered when his hand tangled into the mane of hair at the scruff of her neck, as he pulled her head back a little roughly so that he could nibble and savage those surprisingly sensitive areas around her neck and collarbone. How his mouth felt when he descended onto her achingly sensitive breasts.

She couldn't tell you exactly who first began fumbling with the pants. She vaguely remembered inelegantly struggling with his belt buckle, only for him to push her back to the carpet and deftly remove her sweatpants in one smooth motion instead, the way a magician would pull off a tablecloth without disturbing the dinnerware. She wasn't sure how much time passed, exactly, before his own were off and there was only two very thin pieces of material separating them. They continued like that for awhile -- rocking, gasping, kissing, grasping. Drunken classmates getting to know each other a little better.

At one point he pinned her hands over her head and gave her a very primal look as he gyrated against her. She could feel the pure desire of his need -- his lust for her -- as tangibly as she could feel his sizeable erection. The feeling washed and pounded over her -increasing with every moment. His desire increased her desire -- her desire increased his desire. Critical mass was building.

Their breathing intensified for a few minutes, as they pushed into each other harder and harder. Seemingly daring each other, almost, to take the next step. Their mouths met, again and again. Each meeting a little less dignified and more savage then the last. More tongue, less lip. More teeth, less tongue.

Their undergarments were both very damp (wet, even) when he released the hold on her wrists and took hold of the back of her panties and lowered them down her toned legs. Not a word was spoken, but the exchange was clear. She kept her knees demurely together and sat up a little after the flimsy piece of material was removed -- not wanting to expose herself to him, fully.

His followed hers, and then there was nothing separating them except a shrinking distance. He pushed her back and pushed himself between her legs, lowering himself over her. She gripped him in her hand - noting the hot, hard, slippery texture, and marvelled at his size - he groaned into her ear as he inserted one finger, and then another. She wasn't sure exactly what he was doing to her, but she was pretty sure the bolts of pleasure firing behind her eyeballs meant he was doing it right.

Finally, it was time. Long past time. They both knew it.

He raised himself up slightly as he placed himself at the edge and maintained eye contact as he rocked back and forth, teasingly. She was biting the skin on her arm, trying like crazy not to come before they even started, when he finally pushed forward and entered her - thrusting all the way inside in one long, slow, hard stroke. She remembered wincing a little and grunting; she might have sworn. What they were doing wasn't about speaking, or even thinking. 

It was about savage, animal desire. It was about indulging that horny inner creature that wants to fuck and drink and eat all day, every day -- that isn't so good, or nice, or wholesome.

He was big, she could tell you that much. How big? Not so sure. Not freakishly so - but hefty enough. She felt stretched, full, stuffed -- pick your adjective. But the hint of pain merely served to enhance the pleasure, and she had been very wet even before the pant fumbling had begun. To put it another way, Sonya adjusted very quickly.

The sex itself would be even harder to describe. It wasn't so much that she had a numbered amount of orgasms. The best way she could think to describe it would be to say that from the moment he entered her, she just had a continuous one -with the only real punctuation coming from the contrast between the extremity of the pace they were setting. She wasn't exactly sure how long they carried on for either, or the sounds she made, or how they ended up in her bed, or the exact number of positions they tried out and entertained, or how the neighbours could possibly be unaware of what they were doing - but she was definitely aware of the end, of the finale, with her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him into her, encouraging him onwards and upwards, and her nails were digging into the muscles of his seemingly perfect ass, and he was dripping sweat onto her heaving breasts and some landed on her face and hair and she tasted him as the thunder crashed and rolled outside.

His pace quickened and intensified to the point where her toes began to involuntarily clench and then she was gripping the bed sheets, her body consisting of one big spasm, and her eyes began to roll back in her head as his pelvis mashed against hers again and again with a very particular, very male kind of ferocity, and she was just trying to hold on to consciousness when he roared and stiffened and buried himself to the hilt, coming deep inside of her, shuddering and gasping, clenching and unclenching. 

She was gone.

Time passed. Minutes, maybe. Sonya became aware of reality again when she heard humming coming from the running shower. She was splayed inelegantly on the bed, sweaty and damp, her hair a mess, her breath still coming in gasps, her body flushed red with sensation, with a very distinctive feeling that toed the line between a dribble and a slosh coming from inside of her. She wanted to get up, take a shower, brush her teeth, clean up -- but she was spent. Completely and utterly spent.

It occurred to her, as she sleep steamrolled over her, that she had gone too far. Much, much too far. It was too late to do anything about it now, though. She would just have to weather the storm come morning.



The Storm Ch. 02



I heard the low murmur of voices from the next room as I tried to figure out what to feed us with the power out. I heard some giggles, then a moment later moans filtered into the kitchen. Of course, my curiosity was rising as quickly as a certain body part, so I peeked around the doorway into the living room. Mother and daughter, who had fallen asleep in a 69 position had decided to continue where they had left off last night. Breakfast forgotten, I stepped into the room with my cock leading the way and sat myself down on the couch to watch the show.

Sarah and Shawna had their mouths firmly planted on the other’s pussy. The wet noises coming from the two of them had me harder than a 16 penny nail. Hell, I could probably drive nails with the hard-on I had. Their hips began that instinctual hunching that indicated they were getting close to their final release. Their moans and grunts were reaching a fevered pitch when they simultaneously exploded into each other’s mouths. Pussy juice was flowing over smooth thighs and the thought came to me that the smell of female sex juices might never completely leave the room.

As they finished licking up the remains of the other’s juices and as their breathing returned to normal, I stood and softly applauded them.

They reddened as I said, “I see you managed to rustle up your own breakfast.”

Sarah smiled at Shawna then me and said, “Yes, and one of the best I’ve ever had, too!”

Shawna agreed, “Yes, quite tasty.”

I smiled at them both lying there with wet, shiny faces. “Well, I don’t know what the nutritional value of your meal might be, but it looked awfully good. But I need to let you know that the power is still out as well as the phone; the rain is still coming down in buckets, too. However,” I paused for effect, “I can offer a hot shower that I neglected to offer last night. My hot water heater is Propane.”

“MMmmm, that sounds fabulous,” said Sarah. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more, right now.” Then looking at my hard cock, she paused. “Well, maybe ONE thing!”

I laughed and said, “Follow me, ladies,” as I led them to the bathroom. I had gone all out when I had had the cabin built and made sure that the bathroom was large and spacious. I had a large shower in one corner as well as a large Jacuzzi tub along one wall. I grinned at my two guests and said, “I think we can all get in here with no problem.”

I got the water started and warmed up. We all got into the shower together and enjoyed the warm water cascading over our bodies. I got the bottle of liquid soap and squirted some on each of us. “Let’s suds up!” I laughed as I grabbed Shawna and rubbed our bodies together.

We were creating a nice lather when I heard Sarah say, “I’ll get your back.” With that, she pressed her soapy tits against me and started moving them around my back. I could also feel her trimmed muff scrubbing my buttocks with vigor.

My cock, pressed against Shawna’s belly was getting slick with a combination of soap and pre-cum. I bent my knees a bit and allowed the tip of my cock explore the wet opening of Shawna’s pussy, just letting it slide around a bit. Shawna quickly tired of my teasing, rose on her toes, tipped her hips forward, and in one swift move, thrust my cock deep into her heat. Her head snapped back in ecstasy and I fastened my mouth to the side of her neck.

Sarah, not wanting to be excluded reached around me and grabbed Shawna’s hips as she hunched herself on my backside. “Fuck her hard! Make her cum!” she chanted in my ear.

I was doing just that, slamming into her frothy cunt like a maniac. Shawna was just panting, mouth open, eyes closed. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Her pussy started contracting around my cock with each exclamation as she convulsed with multiple orgasms. Finally, she slumped in my arms, my hard cock still in her.

I gently disengaged myself from her and lowered her to the floor of the shower where the spray would gently rinse her clean and revive her. Sarah grabbed my slick cock and said, “My turn now.”

Saying that, she turned, bent over at the waist and placed her hands on the shower wall and said, “I want you in my ass!”

I took some more liquid soap and let it dribble down her ass crack to her exposed rosebud. Grasping the base of my cock with my right hand and gripping her hip with my left, I aimed for the bulls-eye. She was tight – god, she was tight, as I slowly forced myself up her rear passage.

“Oh God! That feels sood,” she moaned. “I haven’t had a cock up my ass since my husband left me 6 years ago”

“It sure feels like it too!” I groaned. Fucking her ass was like pushing my cock into the neck of a wine bottle, she was so tight. But I could feel her begin to loosen up just a bit as I stroked back and forth into her.

“Oh yeah, fuck my ass, Paul,” she hissed. “Stretch out my little asshole with your big cock. Make me cum. Fill me with your hot cum!”

Her talk was getting to me as was her ass. She was milking my cock, drawing the cum up out of my balls. “Keep it up, baby. I’m gonna fill you up. Fuck that ass back on my cock.”

I started slamming my cock into her hard, beyond the point of caring what I was doing to her poor ass. “Yes, yes, yes, yeahhhhhh!” I exploded into her hot, throbbing ass, the cum pouring out of me in a steady stream. It almost felt like I was pissing cum up into her.

“Oh my god! That’s what I needed – oh I needed that cum! Oh god, yes, yes, yessss!” I could feel her asshole spasm in orgasm as she came. Not once had I touched her clit or pussy and I was amazed that this woman had come from anal stimulation alone.

We both slumped to the floor of the shower, the water pouring over us, washing our sweat and our fluids down the drain. I pulled Sarah into an embrace and kissed her deeply. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done,” I said truthfully. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life!”

“And I’ve never cum like that either,” Sarah stated. Her eyes were misty as she gazed at me. “This has been the most incredible time of my life. I can’t believe some of the things I’ve done in the last day.”

“Me either,” piped a voice from the far corner of the shower. Shawna was looking at us with lust glazed eyes. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched, and I can’t wait to try that cock in my ass too. And this time, you’ll be getting a virgin ass!”

“Honey, you’ll have to wait a bit before I’m ready for another round, “I said. “Your mother has flat worn me out.” I grinned at her. “It may kill me, but I’m willing to give it the old college try! Now, let’s dry off and see if we can get some real food into us before we pass out from hunger.”

As we headed for the kitchen, I noticed the power had come on during our shower. I checked the phone, and it too was working. “Well, at least we now have all the conveniences of modern life,” I said.

Shawna said, “I do need to call the University and let them know what happened so I don’t lose my registration.”

“And I need to see if I can get that car fixed,” stated Sarah.

“OK. You two make your calls and I’ll get a good break… uh, brunch pulled together.” I hadn’t realized how long we had stayed in the shower.

I scrambled some eggs, fried some bacon, and sliced some fruit for our meal. I divided everything onto 3 plates just as Shawna bounced in. She had recovered her robe from last night as it was still a little cool in the house. She grabbed a plate and began wolfing down her food.

“I can’t believe how hungry you get from sex!” she said around a piece of cantaloupe.

“Did you get everything straightened out with the college?” I asked.

“Yeah, seems like they have a lot of us in the same predicament, but according to them, they’ve got a detour around the washout, so I don’t have much more of an excuse.” 

“Well, according to the wrecker service,” Sarah said from the door, “it will be late this afternoon before they can get the car, and they don’t know how long it will take them to fix it.”

“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I’ve got my Jeep Cherokee in the back here. We’ll take that down to your car, transfer Shawna’s stuff to it, and I’ll get you two to the University. Then I can drive you back here, Sarah, so you can let the wrecker service know what to do with you car. Your clothes from last night should be just about dry by now.”

“You’ve been too kind, Paul. Thank you,” Sarah said.

“It’s been my pleasure. Trust me!” I laughed.

The meal was quickly finished and the dishes put in the sink. We piled into the Cherokee after dressing and made it down to their car. After moving all of Shawna’s stuff to the cargo area (and there was a lot!) I noticed Shawna whispering something to her mother. Sarah looked shocked at first then laughed and nodded.

Sarah walked over to me and put her hand out. “I’m driving. My daughter reminded me she is owed one ass fuck.” 

You could have driven the Cherokee through my gaping mouth as my jaw dropped. I looked at Shawna who smiled sweetly at me. “You did promise,” she reminded me.

The three of us climbed in, Sarah behind the wheel, and Shawna and I in the back seat. As she climbed in ahead of me, I couldn’t help but notice that Shawna had left her panties off. Noticing my gaze, she said, “I left them as a souvenir for you.”

My hiking shorts started to tent out as Sarah pulled out onto the highway. Shawna reached over and undid the button and zipper and pulled them down my legs. “Let me help you get ready,” she said, lowering her mouth to my hard cock.

When she was satisfied I was hard enough, she straddled my legs facing forward and lowered her dripping pussy onto my cock. “Just to get lubed,” she said over her shoulder.

A couple of bounces up and down on my cock and then she lifted up off of me. She leaned over and reached behind her grasping my cock. Placing it at the entrance to her ass, she started to slowly push it into her.

“Easy,” I said. “Take it slow and easy.”

“Mmmm, feels so big like this,” she moaned. “But it feels sooo good, too!”

She had just managed to get the head of my cock all the way in her when Sarah hit a pothole in the road. Shawna screamed as the full length of my cock was driven up into her ass.

“Are you alright?” Sarah and I both asked at the same time.

Shawna’s fingers were embedded in the seat back as she groaned, “I did want all of it… but not quite that quickly!” She laughed then moaned. “It hurts, but the pain is fading. Just stay still for a moment. And mom? No more bumps!”

We laughed as Shawna squirmed a little on my lap. “Mmmm, starting to feel a lot better now,” she said, beginning to move up and down in slow strokes.

“Oh yes, baby girl, move that ass on my cock!” I could see Sarah’s eyes in the rearview mirror and I could imagine what she was doing while driving with one hand on the wheel.

Shawna’s strokes on my cock got longer and she was adding a little wiggle of her ass when she hit bottom. The entire experience of fucking her ass while traveling down the highway was starting to get to me. I kept glancing at passing cars to see if they were noticing anything, but I guess the smoked glass kept them oblivious.

We were taking the exit to the University when Shawna started speeding up. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted. My hands grasped her hips slamming her down on my cock. Her ass muscles were squeezing my cock so tight I started to wonder if the cum was going to be able to shoot out.

I needn’t have worried as we saw the first glimpses of the University campus. Shawna’s ass quivered in orgasm as I came with a shout. “Yes! Take my cum. Take it in your ass, baby. Oh yes, that’s so good!”

Her eyes were closed, a smile on her face. I felt her ass give my cock little squeezes as she milked the last drops of cum from my balls.

We felt the car come to a stop and saw we were in front of the Administration Building. About 30 seconds after she put the car in park, we heard Sarah come as she stroked her pussy. “Oh yesssss!” she gasped.

Shawna slid off my lap allowing me to tuck my cock back into my shorts. Giving me a big kiss, she said, “Thank you for everything, Paul. You are my hero and the best lover I have ever had. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“I hope so too, baby,” I said. “You do know where I live, now.” I gave her ass a light slap then said, “You go get registered and your mom and I will move you stuff into your dorm.”

She hopped out of the car, gave her mother a kiss, and walked up the steps to the Admin building. I couldn’t be sure, but I could swear I saw a liquid trail running down the inside of her thighs. College life would be good… and so was the trip back home.

The End?



The Storm Ch. 02



“Where are we going Father?”

“You have been chosen child”

I didn’t question and I didn’t hesitate to follow him down the stairs as he locked the door behind us.  I could hear chanting from somewhere below but still I was like a lamb being led to slaughter.  I was innocent and unknowing, ready to give myself freely to whom had chosen me or been chosen for me.  The training in the confessional had prepared me for this, I knew this.  It had been instilled into my subconscious mind.   I was to submit.  This was what I had been prepared for.  I would be fertile soon.  

The chanting was growing louder as we got closer.  Suddenly, we found ourselves in a large circular room with altar like platforms scattered around in some sort of pattern I couldn’t discern.  All were occupied with women and girls, some I knew.  All altars were the same shape and size except the white one in the center of the room was larger.  Each was the shape of a prone person, much like the chalk outline of a crime scene body except each had clamps to lock the wrists above the heads of the nude women that were lain out on them and clamps to hold the ankles, with their legs stretched wide exposing them. Each altar was about groin height from the floor and was split so men could stand between the women’s legs and have access to them.  Around the room were masked men in brown robes walking in a circle around the room.  They were the ones chanting.  

I watched in fascination as I was led to the large white altar in the middle of the room and told to stand upon it.   There were ramps along either side to walk up on. There were no clamps upon this altar like the others; there were clamps for my wrists hanging down from the ceiling.   Instinctively I disrobed for all to see and my robe was laid back upon the altar behind me.   I instinctively raised my hands to the restraints and had them snapped closed around my wrists by Father Jason.  I only saw him hiding in the shadows after that, watching.  He had delivered me.  

There were moans of approval of all in the room as I was suspended there for them to see. There were two men, identical twins stationed beside me that did not take part in the ritual going on around the room.  They concentrated their attention upon on me and would rub their engorged hardness between my legs from behind and in front of me.  They were gorgeous muscular types, I thought body builders except they had strange eyes and their manhood’s were harder, larger and longer than I had ever seen before and reddened like they were sunburned with large swollen purplish red heads. They were hot to the touch also and when they were placed against me the heat would penetrate and excite me. When the one behind me would slide his hardness between my legs and rub against my swollen lips, I could look down and see his rod sticking out five or six inches past my love mound. 

As the chanting progressed, the robes fell to the floor and each man would take his position between the legs of a woman and in certain parts of the chant, each would enter her thrusting to the pace of the chant. When the chant would order them to move, they would withdraw and move to another woman.  Occasionally a man would release his seed into a woman and then move on.  As the men moved around the room woman to woman, one or two would come up to me, run their hands over me tweaking my breasts, suckling at them and rubbing against me, never entering me but sliding their engorged cocks across my swelling pussy.  The two hunks beside me would hold me for them.  I knew this was to prepare me subconsciously, for I knew this was the mating chant and it was working.  I could feel my body preparing its self for my chosen mate. My juices were flowing, I could feel the moisture seeping from me and running down my thighs.  I could see my moisture glistening on the men’s cocks as they moved away from me, my moisture and that of the other women.  

This went on for hours and still none entered me.  It was torture for me.  I could feel and smell the heat from my pussy; my flower was completely swollen open, wanting to feel the hardness of an engorged cock enter me.  Still I watched and waited as the chant kept on and those around the room mated with all of the women stretched out for them.  I watched as each man entered and ejaculated as he moaned in his release. The women were moaning in their releases also and begging for more.  I was begging for mine.  Still they only came to me and rubbed against me heightening my desire to mate and still no mate.  I was covered in sweat, mine and the others as they rubbed themselves against me.  My swollen pussy and legs were covered with cum of the others but still, none was inside me.  I wondered how much longer it would be before one would slip and enter me or what would happen if one did?  The men were finally getting exhausted and the chant finally stopped.  I watched as the men unfastened the women and they all approached me and stood around the altar.  Finally the two men who had stood behind unfastened my wrists and laid me back upon my robe.  

I had been too mesmerized by the mating going on around me that I had somewhat forgotten about their enormous engorgements. They were huge, larger than I had ever seen and as they laid me back I reached for them, wanting them both.  Were these to be my mates I thought as I gripped their hot poles and tried to bring each to my open flower?  

Each took a turn rubbing them against me, passing the engorged head of their cocks across my opening of want, pausing only long enough for me to buck up to it and try to get it to enter me.  Each time they would pull away.  I could see my juices and those of the others that had rubbed against me coating their engorged heads but it wasn’t until I was aware of a chant starting that they each finally positioned themselves and took turns entering me.  Their entries were sudden and hard bringing gasps from me as they thrust in hard and bottomed out burying the entire length of their cocks inside me.  Thrust in and pull out and change places, Thrust in and pull out and change places.  

I was withering in ecstasy and tried to wrap my legs around them to keep them in but found my legs were held down by the others. Their cocks felt hot inside me.  Suddenly they stopped and before they moved their cocks away, they each held their cock against my opening and slowly pushed the head in and cum inside me, just filling the opening of my sex.  It felt like it seared my opening it felt so hot.  With that done, they started caressing me with their hands. All in the room were reaching and caressing me.  I had not cum with them inside me and was disappointed in my need. 

“Hail Master, Lord of Darkness, your chosen mate awaits you,” was being repeated over and over.  

I was suddenly aware of excitement in the room as the crowd began to part and this large creature moved over to me.  I was not frightened of this thing.  I would have been if I had not been prepared for him.  He was ugly and scaly but beautiful to me.  As he climbed upon our mating altar, I wanted him and reached out to him. His cock was huge and scaly, hot in my hands as I guided it to me and slid the engorged head across my opening several times wetting it.  I held it to me as he suddenly thrust into me causing me to scream in sudden pain and ecstasy.  I had never felt anything so hot and large inside me.  I felt like I was being pulled inside out as he began thrusting in and out.  It was at first painful but as he continued, I was pushed past the pain and was in ecstasy.   It was one continuous intense orgasm the whole time he was inside me thrusting away.  When he came, the heat from him intensified and it felt like my insides were being scalded but yet I bucked up to meet him and milked him through his release.  He roared in his release as his seed filled me.  His heat was emanating through me and out of me for all to feel.  
The chanting intensified. 

“Hail Mistress, Queen of Darkness, we are your servants.” 

My body was exhausted and fulfilled.  His heat ran from me as he pulled free and puddled under my hips where others gathered it in their hands and rubbed it over me, coating my body with it. It was hot and burned or felt like it was burning as they coated my breasts, stomach and love mound. 

At some point, I passed out and when I awoke, I found I was home in bed wondering about the dream I just had. I was confused.  Had that happened?  Groggily I slipped from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Again, I was sore when I walked and when I felt there, it was hot.  Actually I felt hot all over and thought as I looked at myself in the mirror, I must be coming down with a fever.   I hope it isn’t the flu I thought as I drank the glass of dark liquid that was there by the sink and went back to bed.  I lay there for a while thinking I would call in sick in the morning and not go to classes.  

When I awoke the next morning feeing terrible, I didn’t even bother calling anyone.  I stayed in bed all day and into the evening.  I got up and ate something and drank the dark liquid that was waiting for me on the counter.  It was there and I drank it.  I didn’t know how it got there and I never thought anything of it.  I went back to bed and slept soundly.  This time when I woke, I felt really refreshed and had this urge to go to back to confession as I had done every evening. This time the urge was unusually strong.  It had been two days since I had been to confession and I had this dying need to go.  I had to; it was all I could think about.  It was an overpowering urge.   It was strange I thought, I had slept through the day and it was now late and dark outside.  

I quickly dressed and slipped into the night.  I didn’t remember even walking there when I found myself outside the church. The door opened and someone beckoned me inside.  It was dark; the way to the door to the inner chamber was lit with only a few candles. Someone was leading me and opened the door as I reached it. As I stood on the landing before the stairs into the depths of the church, I unconsciously undressed and descended the stairs.  I could hear chanting, the same mating chant that I had heard two days before but when I entered the room, there were no women stretched out on the mating altars, everyone were standing around the main altar.  The crowd opened allowing me to walk to my mating altar and lie down upon it.  Hands began caressing my body as I was given more of this dark liquid to drink.  

The chanting rose in volume as each man took turns taking his place between my legs and rubbing the head of his engorged cock against me, swelling the petals of my flower and opening me.  The women caressed me with their hands, running them all over me, tweaking my breasts and clit this time. As my heat rose and moisture seeped from me, the juices coating the swollen head of each of their cocks glistened in the candle light. I could see pearls of cum forming at their openings and sometimes dripping from them but they made no effort to enter me and cum deep inside me.  That I somehow knew was taboo.  I wondered what would happen to them if they did cum inside me.  Many couldn’t hold back very long and shot their loads against my love mound and swollen open flower as they rubbed themselves between my swollen lips.  Others just held themselves close to my love mound and ejaculated on me. I could feel it as it hit and stuck to me and slowly oozed down between my swollen lips and across my opening and finally puddle under me.   

I was fully aroused when the two swollen gods finally began taking turns like before, opening my flower wider and making it more swollen and lubricated for “Him”.  

Again, they didn’t cum deep inside me but held their engorged heads against my opening and just pushed in far enough to have the engorged heads in as I felt them cum, again just filling my opening.  I was puzzled by this as their searing cum did enter me, unlike that of the others that splattered or oozed against me, but not deep inside me as HE would.        

I was suddenly aware of heightened excitement in the room as HE moved over to me.  Again, I wanted him and reached out to him. His huge and scaly cock was quickly thrust into me causing me to scream in sudden ecstasy.  Again it was one continuous intense orgasm the whole time he was inside me thrusting away.  As he thrust into me I ground my groin up into him and managed to get my legs around him as he thrust.  He was holding my hips to him, scratching my sides with his nails and scaly hands.  Again when he came, the heat from him intensified and it felt like my insides were being scalded but yet I bucked up to meet him and milked him through his release this time intensifying mine.  He roared in his release as his seed filled me for the second time.  

Again like before I passed out in sheer exhaustion and awoke the next morning lying nude on my own bed.  This time there was an old woman watching over me.  Startled and groggy from exhaustion I lay there and stared at her. 

“Who are you,” I finally stammered out.

“I am the old one.”

“The old one?”  I again stammered.

“I am to watch over you as I have from the beginning.” 

“The beginning?”  Suddenly I remembered the dreams.  

I remembered everything from the first confession to what had taken place last night or at least most of it.  “The dreams, they were real, that actually happened?  You have been here the whole time?” 

“Yes child, you are lucky to be one of the few chosen for HIM. I will help you understand what is expected of you and care for you through the glorious moment and beyond.  You will be fertile in a few days and we must prepare.  I know you will have many questions.” 

“Yes I do,” I said.  “Who chose me and who is he the one I am chosen for and why was I chosen over all the others I saw in the room?  What am I to prepare for?  Why did it matter if I was fertile or not?  Who were the others in the room?  Who were the two good looking ones that got to enter me and why were they allowed to cum in me when the others didn’t get to.  Who was or what was the creature that got to enter me and cum inside me?  What was the chanting and ceremony for?”  

Questions were popping up inside my head so fast I didn’t know if I were presenting them orally to her.  

“What is the dark liquid I keep drinking and what is it for?”  

More and more questions kept popping into my head.  Why was I both intrigued and frightened of all of this?  Why was this so sexually arousing? 

She chuckled lightly and said, “After you drink this, I will explain it all to you.  I drank the liquid almost absentmindedly.  “The dark liquid is to make your body pure and able to receive him.”

“What do you mean pure and receive?” I interrupted. 

“It is to rid your body of poisons that would interfere with his seed and keep you from conceiving his child.”

What I thought?  I don’t want to get pregnant at least not at this time in my life.  I’m on birth control for god’s sake and I am still young enough to want to still have a little fun in my life.  I was staring at her when she interrupted my thoughts. 

“You have no choice in this child.  You were chosen and have gone through the purifying and joining ceremony. You are now HIS, for HIS pleasure and to bear HIS offspring or the pleasure and offspring of his sons if HE so chooses.”

“No,” I shouted in disbelief and tried to get up but found I could not.  My body seemed paralyzed.  I couldn’t even lift my arms or move my legs even as I looked at them and willed them to move.  The liquid I thought; only to have my thoughts interrupted by the old one saying, 

“It is not what you drank but my mind power controlling you.  You are HIS and what will happen, will happen. Still, I will answer all your questions.”

“It was in your perfection, mind, beauty and body that Father Jason chose for HIM and began the preparations for you to receive HIM in the confessional. I was notified by him to watch over you and keep you pure. The others were not perfect.  They are HIS followers and look to HIM for their rewards.  Their touching of you was one of his highest rewards.  There will be more if you and they please HIM.  HE is our lord and they worship HIM.”   

“The joining ceremony was to prepare you for his entry into you.  HIS two sons joined with you to open you to help ease HIS entry.  You were not fertile so HE allowed them to place their seed at your opening to help lubricate you.  This will not happen at your next joining.  In two days, you will be totally purified and fertile and will join with HIM and conceive HIS child.  I have these next two days to prepare your body for this great moment.”

I lay there mortified.  I couldn’t move even though I had to go pee.  Looking at her and getting ready to tell her I had to go, she said to me, “Yes, you may get up and go.”  

She followed me and watched me as I sat and did what I needed to do.  Finished I stepped into the shower and took a long hot shower.  Finishing that and noticing she had left the room I sneaked a look in the medicine cabinet for my birth control.  It was not there.  In panic, I looked in all the cabinets and realized all she was telling me was true.  

Feeling defeated, I left the bathroom in a daze and returned to the bedroom where she was waiting for me and sat on the edge of the bed.  I looked up at her with questioning eyes and asked more questions.  I needed to know everything. 

“Did Father Jason in the month leading up to this take part in touching me?  Did he ever fuck me?” 

“Child, he was allowed to choose you.  In penance for past transgressions, he was only allowed to drink from your sweetness as he was preparing you.  He was never allowed to enter you or touch you in any other way.  He has never been allowed to cum with you or since he chose you.  He gets to watch your mating from the shadows.  That is his punishment.  Later, he may get to mate with one of the other followers if HE so chooses. If HE so chooses, HE may let him touch you if he pleases HIM more.  Father Jason has pleased HIM very well with your selection and I’m sure he will be rewarded for that.”

I stood as she spread a plastic sheet over the bed and told me to lie down upon it.  In doing this I became totally aware of my nakedness before her and started to get back up and reached for my robe.  She actually slapped at my hand and told me to get back on the bed.  She had things to do to for the next two days to make my body more fertile and to prepare it to conceive HIS child.  

Defeated again, I lay back upon the bed and did as I was told.  She had this dark foul smelling salve that she began rubbing all over me, coating my entire body, back first, then sides and front, playing the most attention to my breasts and hardening nipples, stomach and mound of passion. It burned somewhat like very strong Ben-Gay and was only slightly erotic at first. 

At some point while I was laying there and she was applying the stuff to my breasts, my hands were tied to the bed posts above my head and my legs were tied to each of the posts at the foot, spreading me.  When she started applying it between my legs and rubbing my swelling flower, forcing the hot smelly stuff between my swelling lips and into me, I started screaming in pain. It burned!  Tears formed in my eyes. I tried to squeeze my legs together but found I couldn’t.  I found she had very small hands as she rubbed and push more of the stuff into me. She kept it up, inserting her hand into me and rubbing the stuff inside me.  The heat and her hands upon me and inside me brought me to so many burning orgasms.  I screamed throughout all of them until I was too hoarse and could barely talk. Sweat and salve glistened on my body.  

She paused only long enough to have me drink more dark liquid.  This time it was thick and bitter and the taste was most foul.  I gagged and tried to throw it back up but she forced more down me.  She kept this up throughout the day and night. I was exhausted by morning when she stopped and lay there barely conscious as I watched her move about the room through my squinted eyes.  I wondered what would be next.  I dozed and was awaken with the need to pee.         




The Storm Ch. 02



“Ah, I’m glad to see you have awakened child.  It is time to get you ready for tonight.”

Groggily I got up, I was no longer tied.  “What time is it?” I asked and looked at the clock.  It was already after 4 pm and I wondered how that happened.  I had slept most of the day.  I had to go bad and staggered to the bathroom and sat and did my thing.  I noticed a tub of hot water waiting and was told to get in it. Again I did as I was told and slipped in and sank up to my neck.   It felt so good that my eyes closed and I just lay there soaking my tired body.  

I was nudged awake when she handed me this glass of clear liquid I thought was water.  It was sweet and smelled of the sweetest roses.  I gulped it down. She handed me another and another.  I was so thirsty I gulped each down until I could hold no more. It was warming my insides like fine liquor.   As I was doing this, she added sweet smelling liquid to the bath water that warmed me even more. She washed my hair and had me stand as she washed my body with this bar of sweet smelling soap like substance.  She washed me everywhere.  I was watching her wash me in the mirror and noticed not only the swelling of my breasts and the hardening of my nipples, but the swelling of my flower and the parting of my petals as she washed between my legs.  

I was warm all over, my body pinkish and glowing and hairless, the only hair being on my head.  Strange I thought, I didn’t remember ever shaving and was quickly consumed by the warm feelings radiating from deep within me.  She was looking at me a smile upon her face.

“You are so beautiful child and very fertile. You glow with purity and need.  You will conceive tonight.  The mating will be long and hard but you are ready to receive HIM.   We have much yet to do.”

She rinsed me and softly toweled me dry.  She led me to the bedroom and had me sit on a chair as she did my hair, softly brushing it and letting it fall to my shoulders. After brushing it, she gathered it up and pinned it to the top of my head.  She then started rubbing this sweet smelling oil on my body coating every inch with its oily sheen as I stood watching in the bedroom mirror.  I glowed even more.  I didn’t understand the warm feeling I felt.  Warm all over and inside me, my stomach and swollen flower.  The heat seemed to radiate from there.  It came from deep in my womb and radiated from there out my swollen flower.   I inspected myself.  I had never been so swollen and pink.  My pleasure tunnel was open, the petals swollen back and away from the dark pink opening. It had never been like this, even when I had been with someone that spent a lot of time pleasuring me.  The pinkness glowed with the sweet oil she coated me with along with my own moisture that was seeping from me.  I felt so hot there. 

I asked, “Why am I so swollen like this, so open and hot?  What will happen tonight?”  

Child, your body has undergone many changes in preparation to receive his seed.  This is why your body is like this.  HE has undergone many changes also.  HIS seed is not compatible with human eggs and both his seed and your body needed to go through a transformation.  HE will be in deep rut tonight; his body has changed from what you have seen. HE will be more swollen, scalier and longer.  When HE enters you, the loose skin around the head of his cock will attach to you at your deepest opening and he will grow into you.  You will receive him inside your womb and join together there also.  This is where HIS seed will flow into you. You will remain joined together until HIS seed unites with your egg.  HE will be able to thrust in and out as before bringing you intense ecstasy and to release his seed but he will still remain attached inside you.  Your body will control his withdrawal from you and release HIM only after you have conceived.  This could take only a matter of hours after HE first releases his seed into you or it may take all night with many releases into you.  Your womb will swell with the amount of cum if that happens for it cannot escape from you, bathing your egg with his seed until they join.”   
I shuddered at the thought of being coupled to HIM for the entire night with his cum swelling my belly and expressed my apprehension.

“Do not be afraid of this mating child; your body is prepared for this.  It will not be painful but glorious. The intense ecstasy and fullness you will feel will be unlike anything you have ever experienced.  It will be more powerful and intense than your first two times with HIM.  That was only for pleasure, to see if you were acceptable to HIM.   HE was very pleased.  That is why you will be joined together tonight for this glorious event.  You are very lucky.  Very few ever get to mate with HIM and conceive HIS offspring.  There has been only one other.  She bore HIM the sons that opened you to receive HIM.”  

“Where is their mother?”

“She fell out of favor with HIM and now serves and pleasures HIS followers as will happen with you if you do not please HIM.  There will be a great orgy tonight and all will participate, even me.”

I shuddered at that thought.  I had watched the proceedings around the room, the various men taking turns with the women on the altars. I did not want that to happen to me but then the thought was intriguing and I felt the heat of desire growing.  

“Do not worry though, you please HIM well.  HIS transformation for this mating was quick and HE is waiting in agony storing up seed to release into you.  We must continue getting you ready.”  

She inspected my body well, feeling every spot as she coated me with different oil.  This was sweeter smelling than the first, an almost sickening sweet making my skin softer and shinier than before. When she finished, she let down my hair and brushed it letting it settle onto my shoulders. I watched in the mirror, my golden hair glistened as well as my body.  

She felt my stomach, pushing in with her hand and tasted the sweetness seeping from me and declared I was fertile and ready.  She dressed me in a white furry robe made of white rabbit, the fur inside against my nude and receptive body.  White furry slippers were placed upon my feet.  She led me into my garage, where Father Jason waited with a car and placed me in the back seat and sat beside me.  I was driven to the church in darkness and silence.  

Father Jason kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror and I wanted to speak to him and would have if we had been alone but she was there.  I had been cautioned to speak to no one.  When we stopped, we were underground below the church and as the door opened, I could hear chanting.



The Storm Ch. 02



There was a knock at Julian's front door. He ignored it at first, but it came a second time, harder, louder. He paused his game and listened. 

"I know you're in there," came a voice. "No matter how hard you practice you'll never beat me at Halo."

Julian put his controller down but stayed silent.

"Let me in, Jules."

Nothing.

"You know I have a key somewhere. I'll go back to my house and get it if I have to."

Julian was shaking slightly. This was it, he was going to be killed. Breathing deeply in an attempt to calm himself he approached the door slowly, as if it might attack.

"Dude." The voice on the other side was getting impatient.

"Tom," Julian said. "What is it?"

"Open up, come on."

Julian obliged. In the hallway of his building stood Tom Cooper, his oldest friend and Kate's older brother.

"You look like shit," he said.

Julian nodded, stepping aside. "Come in."

"Get some stuff together, you're coming over to my house for the weekend."

"What?"

"There's a blizzard coming tonight, and you haven't spoken to anyone in months, and Jen's stuck at her parents'. You're coming over and we're going to eat a ton of shitty food and drink a ton of beers and I won't take no for an answer."

Julian shook his head. "No, thanks. I'll be fine here."

Tom eyed him. "How have you been," he asked softly.

"Fine."

"Come on."

"I'm fine."

"Any word from Camilla lately?"

"Not since we finalized."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, really." How do you tell your best friend that you're not depressed that your wife left you, but that you force fucked his little sister one too many times?

"Have you seen Katie at all?"

The word "no" got caught in Julian's throat.

"I just thought, you two..."

"It didn't work out," he interrupted. "I don't want to talk about it."

"That's fair." Tom looked around. "I'm really not leaving without you, so get your stuff and let's go."

Back at Tom's, the two ordedred take out and settled in to ride out the storm. A loud crack came from outside, and they rushed to the front window to find a huge tree branch had given out under the weight of the snow and had landed in the street.

"Shit," Tom said. "My car'll be next."

His phone rang, and he jumped up to get it. Moments later he returned, looking uneasy. "Katie and Will are coming," he said sheepishly. "They were in the Poconos but they had to get out of there before the storm. The roads are getting bad, they're worried about making it back to her place. I'm sorry -- I hope that's okay."

Julian shrugged, briefly unable to speak. Then, "does she know I'm here?"

"No. I'm really sorry."

They heard the sound of a car door slamming.

"That's them," Tom said, opening the front door. 

Julian stood by the window, watching as Kate made her way up the sidewalk with her bag. She didn't see him.

"Hey Katie," Tom said, helping her inside.

"Thank you so much," she gasped, teeth chattering. "We almost died, like, fifty times."

"Here, stand there, keep your boots on." Tom took her coat and hung it over the closet door to dry. "I'm going to get a towel. Give me your bag, I'll put it in the guest room." 

When Tom disappeared up the stairs, Julian stepped out. "Hi."

Kate stopped fussing with her hair and looked up, dumbfounded.

"Hey," came Will's voice from the front step. "Do you know where the brush thing is? The ice thing, the, whatever, the car cleaner offer? I can't find it." He stepped in and looked up at Julian, his eyes narrowing into little slits. "What are you doing here."

Julian shrugged. "Riding out the storm."

"Get your coat, Kate, we're leaving."

She looked relieved as she grabbed her coat and started putting it back on again.

Tom thundered down the stairs, towel in hand. "What's going on?"

"We're leaving," Will snapped. "I'm not staying here with him."

Tom laughed. "I mean, I know it's uncomfortable but--"

"We aren't staying."

"I'm sorry," Kate murmured to her brother, turning to follow Will.

"Wait." Tom grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "You're not going out in this." He looked at Will. "She's not going out in this and I don't suggest you do either."

"Yes we are."

"Go if you want, but she's staying."

"Kate, come on."

She opened her mouth and closed it. Tom still had her arm in his grasp.

"Come on, Kate."

"You're not leaving," Tom told her again. "No."

"Will, please, let's just stay."

Flushed, furious, Will shook his head. "I can't believe you."

"Please!"

"I'm refuse to stay here with him," he said, nodding at Julian. "But if that's what you want--"

"Watch it," Tom warned him. "There's no reason for this to turn into a fight."

"Kate." Will glared at her. "Let's go!"

She shook her head slowly, helplessly.

Will couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? You're choosing him over me?"

"He's -- he's my brother!"

"Not him," Will growled. "Him." He pointed at Julian, red in the face. "You're choosing Julian."

"You know what," Tom said, growing impatient. "I'll make this easy for you. Katie's staying, you get out. Go on, get out of my house."

Lips stretched in a grimace, Will turned to point his already outstretched finger at Kate who was blinking back tears. "We are done," he hissed. "You made a promise to me and you broke it. I'm fucking done." He turned and marched out the door, slamming it behind him.

Katie, with her lower lip trembling, pulled her arm from her brother's grip and ran upstairs.

Six hours and a case of beer later, Kate, Tom, and Julian sat around Tom's kitchen table laughing loudly. 

"So the dog takes off down the yard with his leash wrapped around Katie's ankle," Tom pauses, catching his breath, "and Mom sees this, so she practically leaps over the table to try to grab the leash because Katie was, at this point, maybe forty pounds, and you remember Oscar, Julian, he was huge -- so my mom leaps across the table but doesn't clear it completely, the thing topples over, she goes flying, Katie goes flying, Oscar's running through bushes now and Katie's being dragged along after him--"

"Twigs, leaves all in my hair," Kate added.

"And the strap to her overalls caught one of the bushes, poor Oscar nearly strangled himself, the scene was total devastation." Tom laughed wildly. "That dog."

"He was a good dog," she sighed.

"Oh, the best."Tom glanced up at the clock. It was nearly 4am. "This...this is it for me, guys. I can't last any longer." He turned to Kate. "Get to bed at some point, okay?" 

Silence followed, with only the sound of Tom's footsteps up the stairs making its way into the kitchen. Kate sat perfectly still in her seat, unsure of what to do or say. She felt Julian's eyes on her.

"I, um," she said softly, her voice cracking. "I'm tired too. I should get to bed."

She pushed the chair back and got to her feet.

"Katie, wait."

She froze, not looking at him. She'd never seen him this drunk before, and with Tom upstairs she was suddenly very uncomfortable.

"I need to tell you something."

She was quiet.

"Please sit down."

Kate shook her head, still not facing him.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Hands shaking, she quickly wiped them away.

"I just wanted to tell you that. And I'm sorry. I can't...I can't claim to have changed because I haven't. But that goes for my feelings, too -- they're the same. All that I did to you, all that I said to you, I loved you just the same. And that's what I'm sorry for -- for letting you think otherwise, not for...I'm not sorry for putting...putting my hands on you like that. I'm just sorry I didn't tell you how important you are to me. I'm sorry." He nervously peeled the label from his beer bottle. "And I'm sorry that my presence here tonight fucked...fucked things up with Will." He was growing hoarse. "And I know that you grew tired of me, and you grew tired of the things I did and said, but I'm here. If you ever change your mind, if you ever want to come back. I'm still here."

She took a deep breath and turned to face him, chin trembling. She tried to speak but nothing came out. Finally she just shook her head, waiting to regain control over her emotions. When she did, she said flatly, "you broke my heart."

Julian nodded. He'd expected as much. And then, as she was watching him, his face changed. His expression darkened.

"Go to bed," he murmured. "It's time for you to go to bed."

Kate had been in bed about thirty minutes, unable to sleep through her tears, when she heard a sound. She wiped her eyes and popped her head out from under the covers. She heard it again. Somebody was on the stairs. Julian.

The doorknob turned slowly, quietly. Kate pulled the covers up, tucking them beneath her chin, and squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to sleep. For a while he stood in the doorway and she could feel his eyes on her. She tried desperately to make her breathing regular.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Carefully he locked it, then crept over to her bed. She could hear him undressing: pulling his belt from his pants, unbuttoning his shirt, stepping out of his jeans. 

Kneeling on the bed, he tugged on the blanket, pulling it down. Heart pounding, Kate pretended to awake, her eyes fluttering open. "Julian?" She whispered sleepily. "What are you doing in here?"

He said nothing. A sob caught in her throat. 

The blankets now were at her feet. She felt exposed in the nighty she had on -- the nighty that had been a surprise for Will a few nights earlier, and as Julian looked her up and down she knew he was thinking that exact thing.

"Julian," she whispered, urgently now. "What are you doing?"

He grabbed at her panties and yanked them down, pressing his knees between her legs to open them.

"Don't," she whispered, pushing him away. "Don't."

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand; with the other he pushed down his briefs. 

"Please," she begged.

"You're already wet," he hissed, and then covered her mouth as he slammed into her. She let out a muffled cry, writhing under him. "That feels good," he grunted, yanking at her hair.

"Please," she begged tearfully into his palm. "Please."

"Please what? You want to come?" He untangled his hand from her hair and traced it down her body until he reached her clit. "You want to come, Katie?" He asked, pinching it roughly. "Does that feel good?"

She shook her head, still struggling.

"Don't lie to me," he growled. "This feels good." He pinned the little ball of nerves beneath his thumb and rubbed it in a circular motion, still fucking her. "You're getting wetter," he whispered, and bit her earlobe. 

She took a deep breath and held it, refusing to look at him, willing her body not to react.

"You want to make this tough on me?" He asked her. "Now it's a pride thing. Now I have to make you come."

"Fuck yourself," she hissed through gritted teeth.

He pulled out, flipping her onto her belly and entered her from behind. With one hand on her pelvis he pulled her towards him and with the other he continued the assault on her clit. "You getting close, Katie?" He whispered hotly into her ear. "You like that? Look at the wet spot you made."

She felt an orgasm rising in her stomach but she forced it back. Involuntarily her hips bucked and Julian let out a quiet laugh. Still rubbing her clit in a circular motion he pressed his index finger inside her, continuing to fuck her. She let out a whimper and tried, with renewed intensity, to get away.

"Tell me I'm hurting you."

She ignored him. He slid his middle finger in and she let out a quiet sob.

"Tell me I'm hurting you, Katie."

Nothing.

"All right." He flipped her over, to her back once more, and sat between her legs. He grabbed his belt from the floor beside the bed and, pressing her hands together, he wrapped it around her wrists and tied it as best he could.

No longer fucking her, he pressed three fingers up inside her, working her g-spot. She refused to meet his gaze but he could tell by the way she was breathing that he was bringing her close again. Suddenly he once again pressed his thumb to her clit and very softly rubbed it in a circular motion, gradually applying more pressure.

She struggled to keep her orgasm at bay but she couldn't, and she gasped, biting her lip as it coursed through her. Smirking, he continued to rub, still harder and harder, and as she came down it started to hurt. Bucking her hips she tried to free her hands, tried to kick her legs but his weight was too much. 

"Please," she sobbed urgently. "Please, no more, I came, I came, you're hurting me."

Julian grinned broadly and slowed his cruel massage but didn't stop it completely. "Say it again, Katie."

"Please." She didn't even hear him. "Please stop."

"Tell me I'm hurting you." Again, he applied more pressure.

"PLEASE! You're -- you're hurting me, I'm sorry, you're hurting me. You're hurting me, Julian."

He stopped and she let out a breath that she didn't even know she'd been holding. 

"Don't try to pull a power play with me," he told her. "Bad move."

"I'm sorry."

Her body was still quaking from the orgasm.

Julian lowered his face between her legs, his strong arms holding them in place, and nibbled at her clit.

"Please!" She gasped, arching her back. "Please no more."

He ignored her, working his tongue over the scandalized bead, enjoying himself as she bucked against his face. Finally, the sadist in him took over and he roughly pressed her clit against his teeth with his tongue, back and forth, back and forth. Her legs spasmed beneath his weight.

Ready to come, he raised his head and positioned himself at her entrance again, pulling both of her legs up so her knees touched her shoulders. He slammed into her over and over and she whimpered as his pelvic bone hit her clit with each thrust.

"You gonna come again?" He gasped, getting close himself.

"Fuck you."

He increased the force with which he fucked her, bringing himself to orgasm. He bit into her shoulder to stifle his moan and raked his hands across her body as they found their way to her pussy once more. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against her clit, stroking quickly until she let out a soft cry and he felt her insides gripping him.

He got to his feet and redressed, looking down at Kate's crumpled figure in the bed. She reached around for her panties, trying to locate them in the bed and pull them on, to at least retain some shred of dignity, but Julian pushed her back. "I have them," he said, dangling them in front of her face. "If I can't fall sleep on your brother's couch I'm coming back, and I'd like to streamline the process a bit next time."

She said nothing, just yanked the covers up around her and rolled over.

"I think you're still in love with me," Julian said to the back of her head. "I love you, too. We'll figure this out someday."



The Storm Ch. 02



My phone buzzed somewhere in my bedroom. I opened my eyes, I was still dead tired from the workout that Janet put me through. Who is Janet? Yeah, that's Jenny's mom. She got tired of calling her Jenny's mom. 

Janet laid next to me with one of my t-shirts on and nothing else. I thought very seriously about continuing our workout session, but now I needed to get my phone. 

It buzzed again. I hear it on the bed somewhere. I thought it might be under Janet. I laughed, just what I needed another excuse to touch her. Not that I am complaining.

I looked and saw the phone on the other side of Janet. I reached and my phone stopped ringing. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Jenny.

Fuck Jenny cause I am fucking mom. I laughed at the stupid sentiment that came to me. I said it in my mind, "Fuck Jenny cause I'm fucking her mom." I laughed as I stared at Janet. 

Her hair was a little messy, but she still was beautiful. I smelled the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with my cologne. The sun was peering through the blinds as it lit up my bedroom. I stood there noticing the resemblance to Jenny. I mean, Janet had some crow's feet around her eyes. She also had other lines, creases, and sags that you would expect that a fifty year old woman would have. She obviously didn't exercise. she didn't have a lot of muscle tone. Her sagging ass really testified to that fact, but she was still in very good shape. No doubt, Janet was still quite bang-able. I laughed calling someone bang-able that I had banged her 3 times last night. 

I got up and Janet opened her eyes and said, "You up? Why so early?" She mumbled.

I looked at the clock. "Early, its 9:30am." I laughed, "I need to turn on the television and see what's happening with this weather."

"Give me a few more minutes." Janet said while falling back to sleep.

I put on a robe over my underwear and walked into the living room to turn on the television.

"The storm of the decade. We are still asking all citizens to stay indoors if at all possible." The pretty blond newscaster said. 

"I guess we ain't going nowhere." I said to myself.

I heard the police singing "Every Breath You Take." It must have been Janet's phone. The ring-tone stopped and Janet began talking. 

"Hello?" Janet said.

I walked back and stared at Janet as she spoke. She stood next to a chair where her phone must have been located. 

"Yep, quite bang-able." I thought as I stared at her standing there in my t-shirt. I had a clear view. This view was better than when she was lying down. Her small breasts barely made an indention on the shirt. They were not her best asset, but I am a sucker for small breasts on a small frame.

But I could get a nice view of her ass though. It wasn't a big one. It was a small. Although slightly flat, it was still a cute. My member started to rise as I stared at the rest of her body. A stomach pouch showed a few stretch marks. Even that turned me on. Her body definitely showed both her age and the fact that she was a mother. 

"Yes...I'm gonna come over there as soon as I can." Janet said as she continued her conversation with her daughter. I could only pick up pieces here and there, it appeared that Janet wanted her out of my apartment as soon as possible.

"Hey Jan, It looks like we are going to be snowed in." I volunteered. I actually didn't want to see Janet leave.

"Oh, that's Carl." Janet said in the phone to Jenny.

"What do you mean why is he calling me Jan? That's my name." Jenny said in the phone.

"What do you mean, where did I sleep tonight? Just what are you implying young lady." Jenny said in the phone.

Evidently Janet thought we were a bit too chummy and got upset. 

I walked over behind Janet and started to rub her shoulders. She was enjoying it and started to move her head to give me better access. 

I could hear Janet speaking loud in the phone, "I don't think you two should be getting close, I mean I don't even know if I am going to see him anymore." 

"I don't like you telling me how I should act, you are the one who sent me here." Janet said in a motherly way.

Jenny stopped yelling and I could only hear one side of the conversation from that point. 

I then decided to ignore the conversation and start putting my erection to good use. 

Janet was talking, "No...no...I'm coming as soon as I can dear." 

She was looking away from me, but I just couldn't help myself as I her ass was looking too inviting. I stopped rubbing her shoulders and kissed her on her shoulder. She jumped and then put up her hand. She looked at me and mouthed the words no, but I continued.

I eased into her allowing my member to touch her bare backside. My dick slid across her smooth ass. She looked down and her eyes started to widen. A few moments I simply slid my rock hard member across her ass. 

She continued her conversation, but then she reached down and began to stroke me with her right hand. It was a soft motion. Her warm hands were wrinkled, but they did the job. She continued to stroke me as she continued talking on the phone to her daughter.

"Honey, I will get to you as soon as I can, but Carl says that we may be snowed in." She said on the phone. I could hear Jenny still talking about something.

I took the phone from Janet and said in it, "Jan has to take care of some business, she will get back to you when she can."

I heard Jenny yell, "What, Carl, put my mom back on the..." I hung up and threw the phone on the bed. 

"I didn't tell you that you could interrupt my call." Janet said with a slight smile as she continued to stroke me. She continued stroking me in a precise and rhythmic pattern that had just enough roughness and just enough softness to cause me to come close to screaming.

I was still standing behind her as she looked back smiling.

I bit my lower lip and said very softly, "Is that right?"

"I think we are going to need to punish you for that." She smiled as she turned around to face me and then pushed me onto the bed.

I sat there with my cock at full attention now.

She then knelt down and took me into her mouth. 

I felt her tongue slide over the tip of my cock. Her mouth was warm and her lips slid up and down my shaft. 

In the morning sun, I could see fully her short sideswiped bang. And her thin rid lips slide over my cock.

Seeing her in that position almost made me release. I looked around the room trying to think about something that would make me last a bit longer. I thought about the ball game a few weeks ago. I thought about some zombie television show. Meanwhile my head was starting to get hotter as Janet almost took me to a climax. 

"No." I said I then took her off of me and picked her up and threw her on the bed. 

She looked up with her blue eyes and asked, "What's wrong?" 

I then opened her legs. I was happy as I smelled the fragrance of a well-manicured pussy. It wasn't totally shaven, but it was well taken care of with sharp edges and a sweet smell. 

I allowed my tongue to slide over her clit. She writhed as I alternated between licking and sucking. The sweet smell and the salty taste made a great combination. I don't often like to go down, but she made it a pleasurable experience. 

Her phone rang again. 

"OKKKKAAAAYYY...um..." She stopped to compose herself as I added a thrusting of my tongue into her folds. All of that combined with the sucking and the licking. 

"DDDDOOONNNNTTT Stop..." She said lightly trying to still keep her composure as I continued.

She picked up the phone. She was lying on her back looking up as I pleasured her.

I stopped. I looked at her and said, "You aren't going to answer the phone are you?"

She looked at me with a slight bit of anger and a disappointment, "I told you not to stop."

She grabbed my head and pushed it back into her. I continued thrusting my tongue into her and slowly taking it out and flicked. 

"Yeeeesssss." She mumbled. "You keep on Carl. Yes Carl, yes."

She answered the phone, "Hello."

Janet tried to stifle her responses, but she kept making noises. "EEEWWWW. Yes. No, not you honey." She said on the phone,

"Huh? Nothing is wrong with me...aaahhh...shhhh...yesss..." She said.

"What do you mean, no I am not...OOHHHAAA...fucking your boyfriend." 

I smiled knowing it was time to put the full court press on her. It was good that Jenny was going to hear this. And now I wanted Jenny to hear what she gave up. I stopped.

"I told you not to stop." She said under her breath to me as she still tried to hold on a conversation with her daughter.

I smiled and navigated my throbbing member into Janet. She tensed up and arched her back. Just as suddenly, she relaxed. "OOOHHHAAA." She said. 

I felt her warm wetness encompass my manhood. I began thrusting.

"AAHHHHH yeah...no not...I gotta let you go honey." She said to Jenny on the phone. She attempted to hang up the phone, but she laid it beside her as she began to rock her hips in unison with my thrusts. 

Seeing the phone lying next to her, I began to play up the event by grunting.

I grunted, "Yeah...yeah..."

Janet also said, "Yes, baby..." 

"I'm...gonna...take...it...I'm...fucking it..." I said in between breaths as I thrusted. I felt her clamping around me. It wasn't going to be long before she reached her climax. 

"Yes, Oh Huh, There...Right There..." She yelled as she held her arms around me tightly and her vaginal walls contracted around my rock hard member.

"Are you my girl? Do you want it girl, are you gonna take it girl."

"I'm your girl, I want it...I want it."

All of a sudden her release came and she blurted out a loud yell, "AAAAAHHHHYEEEEEAHHHHHH." 

I continued to thrust through her orgasm as she shook violently. Her legs were now wrapped around my back. She laid there in complete surrender. She had a glazed look of admiration on her face. 

I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"I know you aren't fucking my mom." Jenny said.

I knew she was still going to be on the phone.

"You know what, well I fucked last night and am about to right now." Jenny said trying to anger me.

"Whatever..." I said while pushing the hang up on the phone.

"You didn't tell her did you?" Janet asked me. I was really surprised in that she basically yelled the orgasm in her daughter's ear. 

But I didn't tell, so I said, "No, but I would be surprised if she didn't know."

"It will be our secret." She said.

I laughed thinking it had to be the worst kept secret in history.

"Keeping our secret means that you need a reward." She said as she touched my cock which was still pretty hard in that I never had ejaculated. 

Janet took me again into her mouth. She jerked her head back violently, but the feel was still smooth. She continued jerking her head taking me deeper and deeper into her throat. I really began to wonder if Janet may have been a porn actress back in the day. 

I still tried to stand up, but I was losing the strength in my legs and my head felt like it was going to explode.

I yelled, "That's it." I grabbed her head and pushed it back and forth on my cock. Her tongue and sucking and blowing gave a warm and cool sensation that I had not felt before. She allowed air in and it blew my mind. I then figured out why they called this 'brain.'

Then it came. A rush of my seed went into her mouth. She continued to suck and blow and the sensation was causing me to almost lose my mind. I allowed her to continue. I allowed myself to fall back onto the bed.

She swallowed and looked over at me. "So how long before you can do that again?"

I barely heard her as my mind began to drift and finally in a few minutes I fell asleep.



The Storm Ch. 02 of 03



Most people have noises they fall asleep best too. 

Because sleep - good sleep - is important.

For the fortunate people, it is the absolute mental and physical rejuvenation that is only truly possible to have, keep and genuinely enjoy when childless and without truly great responsibility. Others, the regular people (the privileged and the medicated, mostly) fixate on a steady sound, rhythm, beat or song that best lulls them to the sweet, loving embrace of sleep. 

Whether that sound was silence, rainfall, their breathing, waterfalls and running water, their heartbeat, jungle noises, the quieting rustle of their mattress and the blankets, animal noises, their partner's breathing or body, white noise or music or the sounds of the television - it's completely individual.

It's what works for them.

Imagine that's what they're used too.

Then there's you.

You're the person that never sleeps well. You toss and shift and turn and squirm and worm and open your eyes to focus in on the glowing numbers of your alarm clock (just in case you accidentally managed to fall asleep at some point between the last time you checked it) and fail to really hit your unconscious stride - because instead of sleeping - you prefer to worry and stress about just how little time you actually have left to sleep. 

It's a vicious cycle.

You wake up feeling tired, lethargic, irritable, and it impacts the first few hours of your day - until you gobble down some caffeine and sugar and manage to hobble your way through another one before repeating the process all over again.

Sleep - good sleep - is a commodity.

Imagine then, the intense anger - the frustration - that might take you if somebody denied you your god given right to a few hours of sleep - how fucking furious you would be that those strange people you didn't know were selfishly having the best sex of their life just next door - or a few doors down - or across the street - or anywhere within sight or eyesight or earshot, really. 

Imagine how the sounds of animalistic, lusty, purposeful passion (it sounds a little bit like bed springs, wet slapping noises and grunts and howls - in case you were curious) would draw your attention, like a moth to the flame, towards your anger; which is all the fuel the dwindling fire of your unwanted consciousness needs to reignite back to it's regular blazing glory. 

You were criticizing their sex noises in your head. You'd never admit it, but you were. 

Be honest.

Sex was not a noise most people fell asleep best too. You had to wonder about the ones that did.

It's too distracting. Too engaging. Too arousing.

Especially when it sounded that good.

Especially when you've never had it sound that good.

It made you angry.

Not because strangers were having the times of their lives, of course. Nothing inherently wrong with that.

You're angry because you can hear them. Hear the effort they're putting in to pleasure each other - and some part of you is jealous. Envious. Because you can't get to sleep; because your spouse isn't that passionate; because you aren't that passionate. Your sex life is tepid - irregular - lukewarm - comfortably uncomfortable - and theirs is aflame. Boiling. Fun. 

You're angry because your mind, which controls your consciousness, comes to realize and internalize, at some point, on a very quiet and subconscious level - even if you're not quite aware of it - that there are certain things you don't get to have, or enjoy, because you never bothered to earn them.

Whether that's success, sex, money, or just a few hours of goddamned sleep.

You don't understand how to do it - or how others do it - how they simply close their eyes and just be comfortable. How they just let go; how they consciously choose to stop worrying and disconnect. How they shift the object, the focus, of their mind's eye to the regular, relaxed state of their breathing, or another sound - rather then the annoyingly vivid and emotionally taxing recall of the day's events. 

The day's mistakes. 

The day's problems.

You don't understand how other people shut out the exterior world; and change their focus to the interior one; nerves firing and vibrating; the fatigue and trauma of another long day ringing through your body and mind like liberty bells that are habitually ignored and overlooked; leading your subconscious - desperately needing time to recover from another long day of exertion and effort and failure and some small, minor accomplishments - seizes the reigns, takes control, and allows your conscious mind to soak into that dark, restful, silent oblivion while it repairs and reorganizes the tattered shambles you've made of everything.

For a few hours. 

Before the whole thing starts all over again and it becomes your problem again.

Nobody ever talks about it.

What people living in an apartment buildings do choose to talk about is the new person who just moved in across the hall, or down the hall - or on the floors directly above and below the horrible, enthusiastic sex noises. Did you hear that last night? Yeah, I think everybody heard that, hurr hurr. Obligatory jokes and comments.

Yeah, I thought about calling the police too. How selfish of them. 

Think of the children traumatized by the sounds of passion.

How dare they. 

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You ever have one of those days when you just do not want to wake up?

When you're conscious of the dry, dehydrated, gross taste in your mouth long before you actually crack open your eyelids. 

Those days when you just don't care enough to do something, anything, about the awful taste. You may have been snoring. Drool could be a bit of an issue. Dignity and unconsciousness are rarely on speaking terms.

You slept well. Deeply.

Despite yourself.

One of those. 

As Sonya's dark lashes fluttered to life, wincing and recoiling a little from the sunlight streaming in through the window at an unfamiliar angle; it took her eyes and mind a moment to get it together and put a face on her new surroundings. She was experiencing that sensation you have when you're on vacation, or traveling, or visiting somebody. 

Like your sleeping is right, but the where is wrong. It's hard to describe.

It's the same feeling people have after a good (or bad, depending on how you want to think about it) night of drinking. Or partying. Or clubbing.

Unfamiliarity. 

You learn to get used to it - but it's always there. Home is where the heart is.

It always happens when you move somewhere new - at some point or another you find yourself painfully aware of the differences in your new furniture arrangement (in this case; unlabeled torn garbage bags packed full of clothing and a randomly placed drawer-less dresser laying haphazardly against the wall); your new ceiling (was that a stain? She'd have to talk to the landlord about that) and the big mess you know you're going to have to get around to dealing with.

It sucked. 

Moving sucked.

She sighed, yawned and gave a wicked looking stretch before sinking back into the mattress with a small sigh.

You see, Sonya had just finished moving in to her new apartment last night - with the help of one of her classmates. She shifted position, caught the inglorious whiff of body odour and it all came flooding back - the call, her classmate, the move, the beers, the...

The sex. 

Dear god, the sex. 

Her eyes sprung open as her mind splashed her consciousness in the face with cold spring water. 

Wakey, wakey.

She slammed her eyes back shut as adrenaline, stress and anxiety began to spread through her.

No, she couldn't think of that now. Not yet. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do, how to proceed or even what to think. Her apartment was a tidy compared to the state of her personal life, right now. Her head was pounding a little as the beer she had last night took in the views, enjoyed the sights and left a distinct, unique trail composed entirely of garbage floating around her system.

She knew that to be true because she could taste it. Taste the garbage. 

Mmm.

Morning breath. Another unpleasant reminder of last night.

That's why you brush your teeth, folks.

She closed her eyes and took a moment to consider the condition - the general feeling - of her body. A little sore. A little hungover. 

Stage one tourists.

Canadians.

Not bad, considering.

Though she would never admit it socially, electronically or even to herself; Sonya had been on enough binges in her time that she had unintentionally developed a highly sophisticated four-tiered categorical system to roughly communicate the severity of them. Call it the alcoholic's morning after Richter scale. 

Rosetta Stone, maybe? 

Whatever. It worked.

SONYA'S FOUR LEVELS OF HANGOVER; 1.The Canadian drinking American beer. 2.The American drinking Canadian beer. 3.The American drinking with an Australian. 4.The Australian.

Sonya covered her face with her funny smelling sheets (sighing as she was enveloped by the smell - the incriminating, unmistakable odor of stale sex) in an age-old motion used the world over by the young and old alike to symbol and signal the outside world that the enclosed participant was not ready to deal with or acknowledge what lay outside the protective cocoon of the all-comfortable, all-powerful blanket for as long as was deemed necessary. 

The butterfly would emerge when it was ready. 

To piss.

She took a moment to consider whether she needed to cry as she folded herself into a ball under the covers, hugging her knees to chest. Eyes tight and breathing sharp. Vulnerable.

No - she didn't need to cry. Not really. Not about the sex, anyways. Not that. Combined with the massage the night before, she physically felt... vigorous, vibrant, vital - some other v-word that didn't do the feeling justice. Amazing, in other words. She felt amazing and she felt like calling somebody - one of her girlfriends, maybe - to brag, but she couldn't. 

She certainly couldn't do that. Could she? She felt bad about wanting to brag, to tell the world - because she felt a little bit like she had just won a contest. 

Some sort of strange, hard to define or explain sexual partner slot machine ...thing.

But Steve. 

Her fiance. 

She winced away from really visualizing his reaction to the news. The shame, the hurt, the disgust. 

The pain. The recrimination.

The disappointment. 

What the hell was she going to do?

She hated moving. Moving complicated everything. Sonya decided that the only reasonable solution would be to never change living locations for the rest of her life as she threw back the protective covers of her blankety cocoon, drinking in the fresh air.

Her bladder had decided that it was time to move.

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Emerging from the bathroom after a nearly spiritual shower (idly noting that she would have to change the curtain) Sonya paddled into the kitchen, absentmindedly tying the belt around her waist. Glancing at the living room couch as she emerged from the bathroom; she wasn't sure whether she was more relieved or disappointed to find her apartment empty. 

Daylight illuminated the scene of the crime. She felt a like the carpet was an accomplice.

They would never again talk of what they had both been involved in- but it would forever alter their lives.

Their relationship.

Was that crazy? 

Yes. Probably. Maybe. No.

Whatever.

Clad in her fuzziest bathrobe and wincing a little as she ran a comb through the knots in her hair (ow) she couldn't help but give a small, subvocal sigh as she approached her empty fridge. 

Despite knowing on an intellectual level that having groceries in the fridge required that a person first buy them; she felt obligated on some level to go through the motions. Maybe positive thinking would be enough. The sight of an empty, desolate fridge would undoubtedly inspire and motivate her enough to go grocery shopping.

On an empty stomach. 

Yeah, that would end well.

Her tummy groaned.

Just then, the buzzer to her apartment bleeted like an animal, while the exact the source eluded her. Where the hell? It took her a moment to orientate herself and locate it. The awful little machine by the door chirped a second time before she could locate it. There were two small buttons on the box - both of which she mashed while smothering the noise it with her hands; trying to make it stop.

It did.

"Hello?" she asked, somehow managing to convey the confusion of all her questions leading up to this particular morning in that simple query.

A voice issued forth from underneath her hands - muffled and tinny.

"Morning, sweetness. It's Steve".

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Crap. Oh,crapohcrap.

Sonya's imagination went to work like a commission-based outcall salesperson on an espresso-cocaine enema bender.

A long moment passed. He would kill her when he found out.

Would he?

No. Probably not.

Maybe. Yes.

Right?

"Steve? Babe? Just... just a minute. Give me a minute to get ready". No response.

Fuck.

He had to be heading up. Panic flooded her system as she strode back to her bedroom and tried to find something to wear. 

She had about a minute to put herself together and come up with a game plan. 

About a minute and a half later the knocking started; she had decided that "nude, in a warm bathrobe" was the outfit she would be wearing while dealing with the consequences of the biggest, most embarrassing mistake she had ever made. 

Strolling towards the door, she put up her hair in a messy, carefree ponytail as the savaged plastic corpses of her unlabelled trash bags lay scattered around the floor of her room like the broken bodies of a mass-grave. 

Their wrinkled, damp, cotton and denim insides exposed to the harsh light of day.

Rocking the floor-drobe.

Yeah, this would go well.

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He was on her before she had really finished opening the door. His hands, his mouth.

Oh.

Well, she did have that going for her. 

Steve was a good guy. He had a decent job as an engineer and made decent money. He had nice parents and a nice family and a great car and an ambitious ten-year plan and actually had a plan of some sort that involved working for his dad's company. Something to do with computers. Or consulting. He had tried to explain it a few times, but she never really got it.

He was also an insatiable horndog.

Over the last two years she may or may not have been guilty of experimenting at times to see how far she could toe the line if she denied him. The results were shocking. 

The packaged flat screen television in her living room stood testament to the ambition of her curiosity.

It was a problem. 

Seriously. He had no willpower.

His roaming hands were already inside her bathrobe as she took this all in. He wasn't yelling, or angry, or disappointed, or pained. He was just acting the way he usually did, treating her like he usually did. Like they had had a minor fight and he wanted to get over it in the simplest way possible. Like she hadn't cuckolded him with a virtual stranger just a few hours ago. He had shaved, showered; he smelled good - he tasted fine.

It was... it was nice.

Really nice.

He lifted her up a little with an arm around her waist and she instinctively took the opportunity to wrap her long legs around him. She could already feel him, swelling against her.

As he did a bit of a duck-walk into her living room, attached as they were at the pelvis and mouth; the bath robe slipped off her shoulders. 

He lifted her up a little and hungrily nibbled at the exposed skin of her breast. She winced as his cold hands made contact with her lower back and ran along her ass. She actually flinched a little when he began tugging on the knot of her bathrobe, his fingers brushing her belly button. 

She detached herself and stood on her own again, readjusting her bathrobe.

On the carpet.

"Sorry," he apologized, wincing.

She pulled away for a moment and drank in the expression of his face. She had to tell him. 

Right then.

Didn't she?

Her big brown eyes searched his green ones. Their eyes searched each other. Their exchange was silent. She was trying to force the words out, but they wouldn't come. 

Steve, I cheated on you. 

Steve, I got drunk and let another man fuck me. 

Steve, I made a mistake. 

His hands found hers and they stood there, together, facing one another at point blank range for a long moment. It really was a beautiful day. They were standing in the sunlight.

"I'm sorry, Sonya" he said, breaking the silence with his sincere apology; seeking out and holding her hands in his. 

Fuck, they were cold. There's something about cold people - something about stealing somebody's warmth. That's probably how the vampire legends started, come to think of it - some guy with poor circulation and pointy eye-teeth shook the wrong hand. Imaginations run wild. Legends were born.

"I know I said I'd help you move - but I got called in for that important interview I was telling you about. Me and the guys decided to stay overnight instead of driving through the storm. Did you get my messages?"

She was staring at him, listening to the sound of his voice. 

She removed her hands from his, folded her arms. 

Eyes moist. 

Lip aquiver. 

God, she was sexy.

"I actually left early this morning to come see you. I brought us some breakfast. I'm sorry."

His eyes were searching her face. Looking for a reply. A response; a sign.

/Now/ she felt like crying. 

That was fast.

Sonya could feel the pressure rising - the fear - the stress - the anxiety - threatening to spill precious moisture over her recently dried cheeks. That moment before actual crying occurs gives people a distinct look - a little bit like a lost puppy. Misty would probably be the best word to describe it.

She looked adorable. 

The ridiculous bathrobe probably contributed to the effect. 

She wanted to swear at him. She wanted to hit him and blame him for what she had done and demand that he forgive her. 

Somehow that made sense. Last night wasn't her fault; he had cancelled on her - she had cheated on him. 

It sounded reasonable when you put it that way.

Right?

Her trembling mouth refused to obey her mental commands to open, to speak - to confess to her fiance about what she had done; how she had betrayed his trust, betrayed him. Her mouth was refusing to hit the self-destruct button. It understood what it was supposed to do - what it needed to do - but refused to carry out its orders. 

The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.

Now she knew how the Terminator felt.

With that ridiculous, incredibly nerdy thought, the levies broke and she started crying.

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Do you know what make-up sex is?

Make-up sex is a type of apology in relationships. Not every relationship, mind you - but some. 

The good ones. Usually. 

It's how couples communicate that they forgive each other on a more intimate level - with their bodies and minds; instead of with their sounds and mouths the way normal people do. 

Imagine for a moment that the passion of the make-up sex is highly dependent on the degree of negativity involved in the fight that resulted in the sex. The intensity varies - small arguments and exchanges are a little slower, more tender. Gentler. 

Big arguments - the really ugly ones - the ones that make people crazy; they're rough. Harder.




The Storm Ch. 02 of 03



Imagine that, in short, make-up sex is a simple, direct way to convert negative emotional tension to positive sexual energy. You work it out of your system in a hard, strenuous, mutually enjoyable way.

Now picture the scene.

Sonya apologizing with sex.

Seriously.

As she finished crying in her fiance's comforting embrace (he really did give a great hug - and she loved the way he smelled right now - clean and deoderized - the way he stroked her hair and reassured her while her guilt seeped into his shirt); she turned positively animalistic. Her body wrapped around his in a sensual, almost reptilian way - she snaked around him. 

Her mouth ascended to his - desperate, hungry. Her hands tangled up in his shaggy hair; she noticed some dandruff - ew - whatever. Her cheeks were still moist with tears as her kisses danced around her fiance's mouth.

I'm sorry, she said.

His mouth met hers, again and again. He tasted minty. Their tongues danced and intertwined. His hands roamed over her body before settling on her ass. It was always his favorite spot. He was rock hard - she was very aware of it. She gyrated against him - almost dancing in position - as she encouraged him onward. 

She wanted him to take her - to punish her - to forgive her. 

The bathrobe loosened and slipped, exposing her to him. 

There was a quiet urgency to her actions. A desperation. A hunger.

Steve took the hint.

He lifted her up and gently lowered them to the ground, facing each other. The familiar carpet accepted her weight once more without complaint.

She deftly undid his pants and together they managed to get them off without a problem - she immediately went to work on his white, circumcised member, drawn to it, attacking it with her hands and mouth. Teasing,touching, tantalizing. Stroking, sucking, swallowing. 

Moaning.

I'm sorry, she said.

She could feel when he was approaching his peak when she stopped and pushed him onto his back, aggressively. Deftly undoing her own bathrobe, she tossed it aside and straddled his chest, lowering herself onto him. Slowly. He slipped into her an inch at a time, filling her up. The warm light kissed their bodies.

"Condom?" he whispered.

She shook her head as she relaxed downwards and took him in, fully. She was focused on her breathing. Steve wasn't the biggest guy around - but he had enough girth. Their pelvises made contact as she slid them together. He bucked slightly. A twitch of pleasure. She winced, focusing on the feeling of him inside of her. How hard he was. How big he was. How it felt to have him in her.

It hurt, a little bit.

It felt good, a little more.

This was her apology.

He groaned under her. Fuck she was tight.

Undoing and dismissing the elastic in her hair, letting her hair down and throwing it into the pile her robe made, she started.

There's something to be said about completely focusing on pleasuring your partner - especially one you've been together with for some time - one that you're familiar and completely comfortable with. When you're less concerned about your own orgasm and more focused on theirs - you can concentrate on the rhythm of the act - the technique itself. 

Sex, despite what you might think or believe, is really one of the simplest physical actions in the world - which is part of the reason why it's enjoyment transcends nations, ages, borders, time and cultures.

The orgasm itself is almost inevitable, if you have any idea of what you're doing.

How good that orgasm is, on the other hand, is a completely different matter.

Sonya began by riding her fiance. She focused intensely on that brief distance separating when just his tip remained inside of her, and when he was fully out of her - and she played with that distance, toyed with it. Danced along it. He fell out a few times - it was inevitable - but she was ready and waiting to reposition him, to get him back up and get herself back down. 

She maintained a steady pace, regular - hard; digging the heels of her feet into his legs and riding up and down his full length in a tantalizing fashion - squeezing him, rubbing him, caressing him.

Sometimes she just took him all in and grinded. Damn, it felt good. She tried to stay focused, though.

She looked at his face, his eyes. They alternated between making contact with hers, running along her body and rolling back in his head.

Good.

She placed his hands on her perfect breasts as her hips gyrated against his. His groans were constant now - their intensity increasing. His hands were still cold, but fuck it, it only enhanced the feeling as his hands played with her nipples. Every sensation was piercing. Every touch electrifying. Her breathing was ragged. She felt him beginning to tense and heard him starting to swear more profusely. 

She slowed, stopping.

His moan as his approaching climax dwindled was wrenching, heart-breaking.

She wasn't finished yet.

Lowering herself over him, her hair created a damp, tangled shroud around them, she took a moment to hover over him - to press her body against his - to kiss him delicately on the lips and taste him. Tenderly. Lovingly. He placed his hands on her lower back and they simply stared at each other for a moment, taking it all in. 

Enjoying each other.

Then the moment, as they all do, passed.

Extracting herself with a little pop, she swung her toned, delicious leg over her fiance and placed herself on her hands and knees, invitingly, in front of him - so that she was completely exposed and open to him. Arching her back, thrusting out her brown, well-toned ass, she turned her head slightly to make eye-contact with him out of the corner of her eye. She invited him to join her with a smokey, seductive look. 

She swatted her ass, gently, with one hand to make sure there was no uncertainty.

The message, the position of her body, was clear and unmistakeable.

Fuck me.

Wasting no time, Steve scrambled to his knees and entered her again after a little bit of angling. She twitched a little and closed her eyes as he filled her up in one hard thrust. Grunting, his hands grasping her hips roughly, slamming against her - again and again. Slapping, pounding, jiggling - you name it, it all happened. 

After a few practice thrusts, one of his hands tangled in her hair and pulled her head back a little roughly.

It hurt.

She deserved it.

It felt good. Like a well-deserved penance.

They continued like that for a time. The wordless panting, grunting, moaning continued as Steve continued to assault his fiance on the carpet of her new living room floor. The swells and waves of their orgasms coming and going, ebbing and flowing. The pure sensation of the act almost overwhelming at times. It was good. Better than it had been for a long time. 

Maybe ever.

His hands were alternating between playing with her aching breasts and rubbing her inexpertly between her legs when she turned her head to him and told him what to do.

He stared at her for a moment - in an almost disbelieving way - before mindless arousal again took reign of his brain, burning hotter then ever. If that's what she wanted - that's what she wanted.

He was close. So was she.

Pulling out of her, a little regretfully he might add, he shifted his aim slightly upwards - towards her puckered rosebud - and pressed against it.

For her part - Sonya focused on relaxing and breathing. They had done this before - usually on special occasions - but usually with far more preparation and foreplay. Alcohol was usually a prerequisite.

He pressed into her and it was actually... pretty good, all things considered. He wasn't a savage about it - just aggressive. 

He was just following orders, after all. 

Yes, it did hurt a little at first. Yes, it did make her feel a little bit sore afterwards - but there's something about anal sex that's so dirty, so naughty - so fun, once you become comfortable with it. There's a submission factor. A dominance factor. A trust factor. She urged him onwards, swearing and gasping and whimpering - focused on trying to enjoy the hard penetration as best she could. She toyed with herself as she did, bombarding herself with sensation.

It only took a minute or two of rhythmic thrusting before he was finished; emptying himself inside of her. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, and it almost pushed her over the edge - not quite, though. She did that on her own, pleasuring herself at a furious pace as Steve, her fiance, finished coming deep inside her ass. 

Her body was overtaken with waves of pleasure and she felt herself clenching and spasming as it passed, milking him for everything he had.

I'm sorry, she said. 

It was the best she could do for now.

He shrank and slipped out of her. They were both breathing heavily. Winded.

Enjoying the aftershocks.

"Wow", he said, after a minute had passed and they had (mostly) caught their breath.

Understatement of the year.

Wow, indeed.



The Storm Ch. 03



I was led from the car by Father Jason and the old one and stopped before the door of the tunnel leading to the room. Both removed their clothing and led me into the room chanting, "Hail Queen of darkness." 

The chant was taken up by the others. I glanced around, all were nude except me and as I was led to the altar, I got my first chance to really look at Father Jason. He was not yet hard like the other males in the room and I wondered if he was going to get to join in the orgy that was going to take place. I was surprised when he led me to the altar and was the one to remove my robe as I was shown to all. 

Again there were moans of approval as I was inspected, many reaching out to touch me. As he told me to lie back upon the altar, my hands were clasped above my head and ankles clamped down to spread my legs, his eyes roamed over me and he grew instantly hard. I looked deep into his eyes and they screamed of his desire to have me but the instant I acknowledged him with mine, the chanting started. I wondered if he would get the chance to have me before the others if that were to happen and I didn't please HIM enough. Hands were reaching out to touch me along my sides but no other areas. I lost sight of Father Jason as the chanting intensified and the crowd parted for HIM. 

HE quickly approached me, his huge rod at the ready. HE had changed, although he was extremely engorged and hard there was loose scaly skin surrounding the engorged head. The loose skin had grown around his shaft also, encasing it like a tube. At where his opening was, there was an elongated group of fingers that seemed to grow and throb. Remembering what the old one said, I assumed these would penetrate and attach themselves inside my womb. The skin around the head would attach to my cervix and HIS shaft would ride in HIS tube of skin. 

HE stood there looking at me as I looked at him. His rod seemed to throb and grow. Loose scaly skin encased his throbbing shaft. He leaned down and smelled me and this time his hot tongue darted out and tasted me, slipping inside me. He roared his approval as his cock throbbed even more. He moved up over me and leaned down, running his tongue along my face and down my neck to my breasts. There was a low growl coming from deep within him as he suckled at them. I felt his rod move up to me and when it reached my waiting open flower, it entered me. There was no thrusting or pushing, it just seemed to grow into me. I felt the heat of it as the skin attached itself to my cervix and the fingers from his opening grew up into me. It was an incredible feeling. I tingled all over from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. This, coupled with HIM suckling at my breasts, sent me into my first orgasm. It was incredible, my whole body shook with every muscle tingling. 

I have had orgasms before with just having my nipples tweaked and suckled but this was more intense, deeper inside and involved every muscle in my body. I moaned out my pleasure to HIM. I wanted HIM more than ever and all apprehension of being impregnated by HIM left me. When I couldn't wrap my legs and arms around him I screamed to be let loose. I started bucking up to him wanting HIM to thrust into me to begin the mating, the starting of his releases into me. I wanted his seed released inside me. I wanted to feel it all. I wanted to be filled by HIM. 

My hands and feet were quickly untied and I reached around HIM and held him to me as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tighter into me. I started humping him using my legs pulling myself into him as he rose up to his knees and lifted me off the altar. Only my head and shoulders remained there, his clawed hands digging into my hips as he held me. When HE started his slow thrusting, I could feel the huge head of his cock move along my insides as it moved through his tube of skin and felt it pull against my cervix as he pulled his shaft free of me and pushed his way back in. The flap of skin surrounding and connected to my cervix remained tightly connected. I could feel the fingers inside my womb caress and pull against my insides like live snakes inside me. The feeling was incredible. My pussy and womb filled with HIS meat, as he mated with me. My screaming of ecstasy drowned out the sounds of the members around us as they reacted with approval and began the orgy of the night. Some stood still and watched my mating with HIM. Father Jason was one and in a pause between one of my quivering orgasms and the next I caught him looking at me, with both sadness and lust in his eyes. 

That was when HE roared with his first release and began quivering and releasing his seed deep into me. The heat filled me and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut against it as it burned inside and radiated out through me. This was not like before when he had cum just inside my pussy. That heated my groin. This involved all of my insides. I could feel the fingers move all around my womb releasing jets of hot cum, spraying my insides and stretching my womb. That feeling was incredible also and I spasmed into a hard orgasm as I felt his shaft flex and pump more into me. His clawed fingers dug into my sides, scratching my hips and bringing drops of blood. I didn't feel it though; the intense fire within me overpowered everything else. It was a hard orgasm for HIM; he roared throughout as if in pain and whimpered as his release weakened. He dropped me back to the altar and fell down on me and rested for what seemed about an hour. 

I had lost track of time and his weight was crushing me as I tried to push him off. He lifted himself up and tried to pull free but only pulled me with him. He was still firmly attached to me. He had remained hard and acted as if he hurt as he resumed his thrusting, this time not so gentle. He had not impregnated me yet and needed to release more of his seed into me. This time he was growling deep in his throat as he started pounding into me. He was rough this time and it felt like he was going to pull me inside out as he jerked me around by my insides. I held on to him by wrapping my legs firmly around his waist and wrapped my arms around his scaly chest. He was hurting me now and I had to hold on to keep from being torn inside. This was no longer pleasurable for me and I screamed in panic as he tore at me, his clawed fingers now tearing at my sides and hips. He thrust in and out over and over again in a panic now screaming in rage as he again roared in another release. I felt this hot searing load swell me even more as his cock pulsed and flexed and pumped more into me. 

I screamed in tortured ecstasy as my own release tore through me leaving me limp under him as he once again fell down on me to rest. I lay there quivering wondering how much more of this I could take. This was only his second release and although I already felt bloated, my womb swollen with just two of his releases, I wondered how much more I could stretch? How many more times would he release into me until I was impregnated and my body would release him? I hoped it would be soon. 

Time had stopped for me. He had already been pounding into me for hours and hours. My body was exhausted and felt limp. Sweat had poured from him and me coating my body and the furs I was laying on. The others had stopped what they had been doing and were watching. I could see them through my tears. They must have been wondering when the impregnation would happen. They began to chant. The old one hovering nearby was running her hands over my swollen stomach chanting under her breath. HE had arisen over me and was beginning to thrust in and out again when he tore loose. My body had released him and it felt like gallons of hot cum gushed from me. As my swollen womb drained and my stomached flattened, the old woman placed her hand upon it and pressed in declaring, "She has conceived, all rejoice." 

"Hail queen of darkness, bear this child well," was the chant going around the room. 

HE was gone, I looked around the room for him but I didn't see him anywhere. I hurt all over, the scratches down my sides were bleeding and I felt bruised and beaten. I tried to get up but was pushed back down. 

"You must remain lying down child," the old woman said. "You must stay still while your egg implants its self in your womb." 

The mass of people in the room were now running their hands along my body touching me gently. They wanted to get close to me while they were chanting to me and of me. With HIM gone many were resuming the orgy; a man and woman had embraced on the altar beside my head and were fucking in frenzy. Others were trying to get up beside me. The women were running their hands along my pussy and between my legs gathering up HIS cum in their hands and rubbing it over their mounds and into their pussies. One woman started rubbing it over my body and as I looked down, I was horrified. I looked like a dark bloody mess, HIS cum looked like dark congealing blood that I thought was my own. I panicked and again tried to get up and was again held down. I was pulled down along the altar and my legs and arms were again lashed down so I was splayed out where my open flower could be had. The old one again placed her hands upon me and pressed in hard on my stomach and this time she declared I was with child. 

The sexual frenzy in the room intensified with her announcement and now men were taking turns placing themselves between my legs and entering me and cumming inside me. This had not happened before and I tried to fight it but soon gave up and let them. At some point I passed out from exhaustion and awoke some time later still strapped to the altar but the room was quiet. All were gone but the old woman. 

"How are you feeling child," she asked. 

I looked at her for a while bewildered before I asked, "Why were the men allowed to fuck me?" 

"Oh, in celebration, HE wished to reward his followers and since you were now impregnated with HIS child it was OK for them to take part with you. HE was happy with you and the ease with which you accepted HIM. HE will allow them to have you up until you are close to giving birth as long as there is no danger to HIS child. This will make his followers very happy. You will remain here until the birth." 

My arms and legs were still tied and I questioned her. "Am I to remain tied?"

"No child, but you will remain here with me to care for you and be available for HIS followers. I will take you to your room."



The Storm Ch. 03



Mid-afternoon the storm abated and the plows slowly started making their way through the city. Wet snow clung to the branches and trunks of trees, to cars, to house windows. The last of the piercing light was fading fast, now blocked by the roofs of the rowhouses to the west. 

Kate sat opposite her brother with a chess board between them. Julian watched from the kitchen, pasta on the stove, butter and garlic sauce in a pan. "Five more minutes," he called.

"Oh!" Kate jumped up. "Salad! Let me do the salad."

Tom groaned. "Nooo. No vegetables. Finish the game."

She ignored her brother, pulling lettuce and carrots and cucumber from the refrigerator. "Oh! I'm sorry," she said, bumping Julian. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Get a room!" Tom shouted. 

Kate and Julian glared. He didn't notice.

Dinner was fine. Kate and Julian both had a habit of putting their best faces forward, independently of one another. Any issue that arose between them was just that, between them, and neither would say or do anything to allude it in the presence of another person. It was understood; a silent pact.

There was one point, a stolen moment when Tom trekked out to the shed for firewood, that Julian acknowledged the night before.

"Can we talk? Later?" He whispered it, as if Tom could hear them through the closed door and howling winds. "Please."

"If you start with an apology." 

"You know as well as I do that isn't going to happen. I told you my feelings -- that was my only regret, Kate, letting you think I didn't love you. The rest? Well, you know me. You've known me for years. When you told me how you felt--" he lowered his voice again, just in case, "you knew what you were getting yourself into. We both know that. I told you to get away but you didn't. I hurt you, you came back. I hurt you again, you came back. If you don't love me anymore, fine, just say so. But you have to say it. If you say it, I'll back off. If you do love me in spite of all this, everything I've done -- and I think you do -- I'm considering that consent. Just like always."

Tom came back in, the door banging behind him. "Woo! It's freezing. Help, I can't see. Julian take some."

Kate stood back as the boys fumbled with firewood, fuming only because Julian got the last word. He always did. What he said was reasonable enough. She did knew him. Not only through her brother, but in high school when he spent the night but couldn't sleep she stayed up with him to play video games, watch movies. They spent hours upon hours confiding things to each other; Tom was not only oblivious to the time spent, but also the secrets they shared.

Once, in early fall, when Julian was in his senior year, he confided a particularly hefty secret.

"I knocked her down," he said, telling Kate of a softball game in gym class. "It was an accident, but I slammed right into her and knocked her down." He shook his head, remembering. "You have to swear you won't tell anyone."

"I won't," she whispered, fifteen years old, enamoured.

He lay his hands, palms down, fingers spread, on the carpet in the basement. "I liked it."

Kate was confused, only slightly. "Because you don't like her?"

"I like her just fine. I think she's pretty, even. I just...would sometimes rather knock a girl down than, you know."

Kate nodded, her stomach in knots, half out of jealousy, half excitement. "I would..." She stopped, blushing a deep red. "Nevermind."

"What?"

"I'm embarrassed."

"Tell me anyway." 

Burying her face in her arm, she admitted, "I would sometimes rather get knocked down than...you know."

Julian nodded, taking note. He was eighteen and still thought of Kate as a little sister, but in the future, he realized, this information might come in handy.

And now, over a decade later, it had.

Hours later, Kate lay on the living room floor, asleep, beside her brother. Tom, yawning repeatedly, squinted at his cards. "Do you have a...two?"

"Go fish."

He scowled and took a card.

Julian now. "Do you have a four?"

"How -- how do you know?" Tom handed the card over. "How do you know?"

Julian shrugged. "Jack?"

"You motherfucker." Tom handed his jack over as well.

"That's it," Julian said, placing the matched pair aside. "I'm out of cards."

"I hate you. Fuck you. I'm going to bed now." Wearily, Tom got to his feet without so much as a glance toward his sister.

"What about Kate?" Julian asked. "Are you gonna take her up?"

Tom laughed quietly. "You've lost your mind if you think I'm going to try to lift her after all these beers. If she likes the floor she can have it, fuck if I care."

"Fair enough."

It was quiet in the house, save for the soft hum of the appliances. Snow was falling lightly, sprinkling a new layer across all that was outside. Julian watched Kate sleep, unable to fall asleep himself, wondering if he should bring her up to the guest bed, leave her there, or wake her.

She shifted, then sat up. In the darkness she was just a shape.

"Katie?"

She rubbed her eyes. "It's Kate, jesus christ," she groaned sleepily. "I'm a grown woman."

"Sorry."

She was quiet.

"Have you give any thought to what I said earlier?"

Silence.

"Kate?"

"I'm in love with you," she said finally. "But you're a real fucking jerk sometimes."

"Well, you can take it or leave it." Then, in a moment of total honesty, "Sometimes I worry there's something wrong with me. I used to be able to have normal," he laughed, then lifted his hands to do scare quotes despite the fact that she could not see him in the dark. "I used to be able to have 'normal' relationships, 'normal' sex. I don't want that anymore, and I don't care. I'll never..." He faltered, unsure of how to continue. "I'll never land you in the hospital. That sounds so terrible. I'll never...I'll never give you more than a bruise or a welt. I can promsie that. I'll never break a bone, I'll never hit you with a closed fist. I want...I just want to hurt you, I don't want to injure you. Does that make sense or should I be committed?"

"It makes sense," she said quietly, butterflies rising in her stomach.

"You need to trust me." He was growing hoarse. "If you don't trust me completely I don't want this."

"I trust you."

"Completely?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I trust you completely."

"Good."

"But," she continued, "I'm not committing myself to anything. Not yet. I haven't even been single for two days, and I...what if Will wants to get back together?"

"You tell him no."

"It would be really disrespectful to just jump into another relationship."

"Do you want to be with him?" Julian asked. "Instead of me?"

"I was happy with him," Kate admitted. "I hadn't thought of you in weeks. And I was getting by, just fine, without you."

Julian sat up, his face getting hot. "You know what I think?" He growled.

"What." She was challenging him.

"You don't want to prove him right."

"Fuck you."

"When he left he said you broke your promise. What promise was that, Kate?"

"None of your fucking business."

"That's what I figured." He got to his feet and stood over her, growing hard. She looked up at him, feeling small.

"Take your panties off."

Hands shaking, she did as she was told.

"Give them to me."

"No."

"Give them to me."

She obliged.

"You're wet." He smiled down on her. "So either you got wet just thinking about being with me, or you got wet realizing what a slut you are, or both."

"I'm not a slut."

"Get on your knees, face to the ground."

"No."

Before she could even finish the word, Julian had her by the hair and was pressing her face roughly against the blanket on the floor, her ass suddenly in the air. He put one, two fingers into her slit, then a third, a fourth. She tried to pull away.

"When I fuck you," he growled, pumping his fingers, "I want you to think about all the times you were picturing me when Will was inside you. And when I'm done, I want a number."

"What if it's zero?" 

"I know you well enough to know it's not zero." He pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees, positioned himself briefly at her entrance, smiling as her body stiffened. Then he was inside her, suddenly, tearing at her insides, and he covered her mouth with his hand to stifle her whimpers. "Think about all the times he wasn't fucking you hard enough," he hissed in her ear, "all the times he caressed your face during sex, all the times he made love to you. You ungrateful slut, you never enjoyed any of it." 

Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he pounded into her. She tried once, twice, to escape from his grip but he was too strong. One hand traveled down, found her clit, and just the slightest touch sent her over the edge; as her insides gripped him he came too, biting her on the shoulder, pulling at her hair.

She collapsed, knees weak, and he fell beside her.

"What's the number?" He asked a few moments later, pulling her close, running his fingers through her hair.

"Off the top of my head?"

"Mhmm."

"Twenty-four."

He nodded, pleased. "Good. That's how many lashes you'll get with my belt, panties on, the next time you piss me off."



The Storm Ch. 03 of 03



Hey everyone, this is the conclusion for "The Storm". Sorry about the delay – there's always tons of distractions.

Please give me your feedback; whether you loved or hated the story and why – and keep an eye out for my next story.

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Sonya couldn't sleep.

She had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. She actually had been tossing in bed for hours - but let's be honest here - there's hours and then there's hours. 

It's a perception thing. 

Time has a nasty habit of slowing down in bad situations. You might notice it sometime in your life. You'll be driving - bored and more-or-less going through the motions when, suddenly, a danger will present itself. A fuzzy (probably adorable) animal darts onto the street. A person doesn't look both ways before stepping onto the road. Something happens. 

Disaster will be moments or seconds away and time will seem to slow - just for a moment - while your brain tries to figure the situation out.

Your brain runs the numbers. 

Or you'll simply witness an accident - somebody else's disaster - and you'll unconsciously slow a little bit as you pass by. People have a sort of mental and physical deference for disaster. We tend to take a moment to pay our little two-cent mental tribute before carrying on with our day.

But sometimes - unfortunately - you are at the heart of the disaster, and others are the ones driving past. The spotlight's on you.


You are the center of the storm.

It's not fun.

Sonya had cheated on her fiance Steve yesterday. She had gotten drunk and met somebody new and nice and handsome from her class and he had offered to help her when nobody else would and they had a few drinks together and things got out of hand. 

And then she had failed to tell Steve about what she had done when he arrived unexpectedly the morning after, offering her comfort and apologies and saying everything and doing everything she had wanted him to say the day before.

And she couldn't tell him.

She had tried - she really had. Instead, she had fucked him like the whore she felt she was until he begged off for a break and then she had dithered around her apartment and frittered her time away and gone to bed early because she didn't know what the next step was and going to bed is rarely a bad choice when you're tired and lost and confused.

Sonya didn't have a game plan. 

She didn't even know where to start.

Tell him.

Don't tell him.

Why? 

Why not?

He loves me. 

He won't love me if I tell him.

Her thoughts repeated endlessly along these same basic patterns.

So instead of taking the time to deal with her problems, Sonya tossed and turned in her rumpled, slightly stale smelling bed - a little too conscious of the raw feeling emanating from her lady parts - as memories of the past two days played in her head again and again - unwanted and unasked for - like Christmas music in retail stores around the holidays.

She remembered Rick staring at her as he carried her over to her rumpled bed - they were attached at the waist. Each step he took jostled their connection a little and sent pleasurable waves of sensation coursing through her body. Neither of them noticed, or cared, about the horrendous state of her room. That's not what they were there for. Her arms were gently draped around him as their lips met - again and again. One of his hands was cupping her ass; hers were running over his developed body - she couldn't get enough of it. 

They were only focused on each other. Only focused on one thing.

Panting with what could only be accurately described as barely restrained lust, he laid them onto the bed and continued where they had left off.

And visions of dick danced in her head. 

Her consciousness played the memories again and again. They wouldn't stop. The thoughts wouldn't stop.

Touching him. 

Smelling him. 

Feeling him. 

Each triggered different memories and each memory triggered more of exactly what she was trying to avoid so she could drift off. She tossed in her bed. Were she a cat - her tail would have been swishing. Bristly. Angrily. She had to make do with sheets and panties

He was on top of her. She could feel herself spread tightly around him, pulling him in - urging him onwards. Their eyes made contact as entered her completely - again and again. She moaned - she couldn't stop moaning - she was on fire. His mouth found hers and their tongues met and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his lips on hers as she felt his hand caress her breast and ass while the other tangled in her hair. 

His hips began slamming into her, making Sonya howl with pleasure. This wasn't anything delicate or timid or half-hearted about what they were doing - this was about complete indulgence.

Yeah - she was going to fall asleep any minute now.

Sighing, Sonya gave up all pretence and fumbled over around her nightstand, looking for her cellphone - it's harsh light temporarily blinding her as she looked for the number. 

It wasn't that late.

Yet.

She needed to talk to someone.

Fucking men.

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Have you ever gotten away with something you knew, deep down, you shouldn't have?

It sucks. 

Well, that's not true. 

/Sometimes/ it sucks.

Getting away with things sucks because human beings are generally conditioned to feel guilty. 

Sometimes with good reason - sometimes not.

The rich guilty of being rich. The poor guilty of being poor. The middle class guilty of being middle class. 

Guilty for being fat. 

Guilty for being skinny. 

Guilty for being stupid. 

Guilty for being average or mediocre. 

Guilty for being excellent.

Guilty for cheating.

Guilt inevitably results in that feeling of negative pressure - emotional weight. Spiritual weight.

What's really important is that you discover a way to relieve that weight - that negative energy.

For some people, it's food; they tend to be fat. For others, it's sex; they tend to be sluts. Other people deal with their problems by ignoring them completely - they tend to be buffoonish. Some people drink. Some people use drugs. Some people escape with movies or video games or television series or music or news or the internet.

Others exercise. Others fight. Others still create art.

Usually, it's some tangled combination of the above.


For most people, though - it's the simple act of sharing the burden. Trusting another with the proverbial luggage. Because as strange as it may seem sometimes, another's problems and weights are often easier to carry and manage than our own. People who don't have that special confident can hire trained professionals if they have enough money to cover sessions.

God bless capitalism.

But, usually, we trade - and the trade itself makes trading easier.


Sort of cool if you think about it.

For Sonya - it was one person. Most people have one person. You're actually pretty lucky if you have more than one.

Sarah.

Sarah was the person Sonya would immediately call if she ever needed to dispose of a body. Or if she won the lottery. Or if she got pregnant. Sarah was the person Sonya called when Steve had proposed to her. Sarah was also the person Sonya had immediately called to help her move her stuff a few days ago - who had wished her luck and a smiley face.

The bitch.

But Sonya loved her friend - very and truly - for a variety of reasons.

One of them being that she was somebody you could call late at night to meet up with to eat junk food with and bitch about boy issues without worrying about the inevitable gossip the following morning that you would when you confide in someone who doesn't really have your best interests in mind. Some people couldn't keep their mouths shut - Sarah couldn't - but she didn't ever air dirty laundry.

It's actually a really valuable trait.

A few moments after Sonya had accidentally knocked a variety of items off her nightstand looking for her little black phone, she had texted her friend proposing a late night hang out and promptly received a reply filled with shorthand expletives and enthusiasm for the idea.

She was probably drunk.

She did that.

Often.

Whatever. Nobody's perfect.

Somehow managing to approximately convey the emotional exhaustion of everything that happened to her in the past few days with a single frustrated, dramatic sigh, Sonya threw off her blankets and started fishing through the pockets of several of her pants that lay strewn about. Her room was still very much resembled a disaster area.

She was trying to figure out which one had her car keys. 

And her wallet.

Fuck.

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Sonya picked up her friend and brought her to a nearby coffee store.

Sarah had barely finished clasping her seatbelt on when Sonya began an impressive monologue about everything that had happened. Sonya confessed, she confided, she even manage to convey a little - from beginning to end. Her friend sat and did something extremely difficult that the best of friends seem to effortlessly do - she listened and made minimal interruptions. Sonya told her friend about the move, the beer, the sex, the morning after, the sex, the guilt and the sex.

They had entered the coffee store around the same time that Sonya was wrapping up her confession and took a seat at a nearby table.

"Well then. What's his name?", Sarah asked a moment after her friend trailed off - her tone nonchalant, her face being pancaked by her palm of her hand as she rested her face on it. Her moderately long hair blonde hair cascaded over her out-of-season (but still lovely looking) leather jacket.

She looked a little pixie. 

An unengaged pixie.

Listening can be a little boring, sometimes.

"Rick", said Sonya - a little perturbed at her friend's reaction (or lack thereof).

"Rick what?" asked Sarah, shooing loose bangs away from her face unsuccessfully by blowing in their general direction. Giving up after a few moments, she tucked the rebellious strands behind her ear. The look in her friend's sharp green eyes conveyed an intelligence that she didn't often express in explicit fashion. 

Like getting drunk late at night on a weekday, for example. It's why Sonya was usually the one driving. Sarah usually acted the confidante, Sonya usually acted the designated driver. 

They had a system. 

It worked.

Usually.

"Rick... ... uhh"

Sarah narrowed her eyes.

"You don't even know his last name? You are such a whore".

"I do, too!" Sonya replied a little sharply, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Acting like they weren't. Her friend was right, but the words were still harsh to hear. 

Honesty is like that.

"I'm just tired, okay. Leave me alone".

A moment passed. 

"So... how was it?" Sarah asked with a wide toothy grin - her eyes lit up with the question. She had always had a dirty mind. The lusty drunk - a bad combination. Sonya had been subjected to it for years. 

It had probably warped her without her realizing it. You hang out with the abyss, and the abyss hangs out with you.

Dear lord. 

That explained everything.

Sonya just stared at her friend though. She had just confessed her deepest, darkest secret to her most trusted confidante and her first real question was to ask her about the sex. She stared into her petite friend's green eyes for a moment, a little taken aback, before diving into the answer.

To be perfectly honest, Sonya couldn't wait to tell her - to tell someone.

But that didn't make it right.

"Rick was amazing" she gushed.

Sonya talked at length about the specific nuances of the sexual performance. After a few minutes, an older couple within earshot of their table was forced to leave because the old man's attention kept getting drawn to the hushed, but incredibly explicit, description of her encounter with Rick. His wife looked... displeased at his obvious interest in the conversation. She punched him in the arm, sort of hard, after he completely ignored a question she had been asking. 

What? he asked, annoyed.

The motions the dark featured one was making to illustrate her points were distracting.

Very distracting.

Even though their nightly coffee was half-finished, it was clearly time to leave. 

Heartburn, you see.

Sure.

Dear penthouse.

After Sonya finished explaining every nuanced detail of her recent sexual encounter , she was hit with a wave of fatigue. The weight was shared, the burden lifted. All was well. Except for the problem itself, of course, but that was for tomorrow's Sonya to deal with.


Today's Sonya was ready to sleep. Sugary, creamy coffee would clearly compliment the problem.

Another example of great decision making.

And her vag was a little sore - not that she would ever say such a crass thing out loud - but it was true, goddamned it. She shifted a little uncomfortably.

Sarah stood up as she saw her friend sag with fatigue. 

"You want anything?"

"Just coffee. God, I need coffee" - Sonya's muffled voice replied.

"Gotcha'. Something large and black coming right up to help make you feel alive again". 

She grinned an impish smile as she moved to stand in line.

Even though Sonya was naturally dark featured, her blush felt like it was becoming visible.

Several of the customers turned to glance at her friend's attractive backside as she glided towards the counter. Amazing what some people can pull off in frumpy sweatpants with the words "Dat ass" written in big bold letters on it. Several of the observers appeared to be biting their lip in obvious appreciation of the sight.

Whore.

A few minutes passed while Sonya rested her head on her arms. She was falling asleep when Sarah returned with their drinks, her pastry - and still managed to (somehow) have one hand free to navigate her cellphone. One of the perks of being a waitress - you learn that kind of balance and coordination and then make it look effortless. The food industry's ballerina.

"Was Rick Ropling his name?" Sarah asked with feigned disinterest as she returned with her sinful smelling pastry and their beverages.

Sonya's head shot up as recognition fired a warning shot across the port bow.

"How did you know that?" she asked, mystified.

"What do you mean? He wrote on your wall a few minutes ago." she replied casually as she surfed the web with one hand and stuffed her face with the other. Sarah always had been more techno-savvy then her friend; Sonya didn't really use computers all that often. Her boyfriend had bought her the phone a little while ago - but she didn't use it for much except for texting and phone calls. She usually leaned more towards a "do something with somebody, sometime" kind of girl. 

And look how that had turned out.

Moving on.

Sonya was still processing her friend's sleuthing when her friend exclaimed - a slightly husky note in her voice;

"/Oh/".

"What is it?" Sonya asked, curious.

Sarah's eyes were wide. Shock? Amazemet? What was it? Sonya angled her head to try and see what was on the tiny screen.

Her friend saved her the trouble and turned the phone towards Sonya and the sight of a familiar pack of abs confronted her. A wave of memories flooded back and her cheeks reversed their cooling process. Sarah's mouth was full of half-chewed pastry and icing (ew) as she exclaimed;

"/You/ had sex with /that/?" Sarah asked, incredulously (in a slightly distorted tone).

Sonya was mortified at her friend's behaviour - who DID that? - but was more insulted by the comment.

"Hey! What the hell does /that/ mean?" she replied.

"Darling... I'm gay but I would seriously consider backtracking to bisexuality for this man".

Sonya snatched the phone out of her friend's grasp.

That's when Sarah proposed a threesome.

Sonya smiled (it was more of a tug of amusement on one side of her mouth, but close enough) and gave a polite little laugh. 

She stared at the picture for a moment before looking up at her friend again.

Dead serious.

Whoa.

"You're... you're serious?"

"Come on, Sonya - don't be a prude. You can introduce us, he can buy us drinks and then...".

Sonya became a little... uncomfortable... with the way her friend was staring at her as she trailed off, accompanied by a dreamy-ish smile. Her friend's pinky trailed along her lips in a distracting fashion and her face took on a particularly /naughty/ look. Sarah looked positively predatory at that moment, looking at her friend. Sonya felt like a deer in headlights - just for a moment.

"Stop it," she said to her friend, in a civil, polite tone that only carried with it the hint of a snarl.

"Stop what?", Sarah asked - her eyes seeing something Sonya couldn't. 

That thousand yard stare.

"You're clearly thinking about the three of us naked in a hot tub. You've told me, despite my repeated protests, about your goddamn sexual fantasy a hundred different times before. It's not going to happen."

Her friend's only response was a dreamy little smile that curved her beautiful mouth in a sensual fashion. Sarah's fingers beat a distracting beat on the table as her other hand played with her slightly tousled silky blonde curls and her eyes went out of focus, visualizing something only she could see. Sonya's imagination drifted for a moment as she looked at her friend - just for a moment - and she pictured the scene; Rick and her, together in a hot tub. Her best friend - another beautiful woman - running her hands over his body - over her body - and what it would be like with three of them.

Rick pushed into Sonya from behind and she gave a delighted whimper, despite herself. His strong hands snaked around her toned waist, pulling her into him, as she arched herself back, her face a pure expression of delight; eyes closed, gasping like in rapture. He entered her slowly, tantalizingly, an inch at a time. Her hands laid against his hips - feeling him - slowing him without the need for words. His hands travelled over her body, caressing her.

His hips began a slow, steady rhythm and she moaned at the familiar sensations. A gyration there - a tilt there - every little bit made it that much better. She was aware of the jets of the hot water on her skin, massaging her legs with jets and motion and heat as they stood together just above the water's edge - and the comfortable contrast it made with the comfortably cool fresh night air.

It was heaven.

His teeth and lips nibbled at her ear, her shoulder, her neck. He whispered the vilest nothings into her ear in the most loving tone. Sarah was there, too - in front of her - she and Rick were talking to each other what they were both going to do to her as they did it. Sonya was biting her lip, eyes closed, whimpering a little and beginning to lose control as the tip's of her friend's breasts brushed tantalizingly against hers as her hands drifted and teased ever lower.

Both of them were kissing her body, touching her, enjoying her - and she felt so warm - so comfortable - so safe - so hot - between the two people she loved the most in... all-

...aaand we're back. Rick was a great guy, but she didn't love him.

...

Did she?

"No", Sonya said firmly - a hard tone in her voice. Sarah looked so sad then, like a puppy that had just been gently swatted on the nose for relieving itself all over your favorite sweater. Poor guy. That look had been the downfall of many a woman - and man - but not her, not today. Puppy needs to take it's threesome elsewhere.

Bad puppy.

Baww.

Sonya took the moment of cold-heartedness to firmly reign in her imagination. Jesus. She really had been a horndog lately. Or Sarah's nymphomaniac tendencies were contagious. 




The Storm Ch. 03 of 03



That would just be wrong.

They had finished their drinks. Time to go. 

Tomorrow wasn't far off.

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Sonya wasn't sure what she expecting, as she walked into class. She was a little nervous - that much she was sure of. It was reflected in the way she had dressed up a little - like she had just accidentally thrown on clothes that complimented her curves and accented her beauty. This nervousness may have had something to do with the fact that she had gone from acquaintance to lover with her classmate - who was present - in the space of a few hours - and hadn't talked to him since.


What was the status quo? She didn't know.

So she was a little surprised when absolutely nothing happened. Rick was in his customary row directly in front of her and the class proceeded in the way that it usually did. They nodded at each other and exchanged pleasantries and sat there for an hour, pretending to listen to the teacher drone on - her eyes frequently straying to the broad back sitting in front of her.

The banality of the situation actually weirded her out.

She had been looking for signs - indications of some sort - of impending drama - for anger - for blackmail - for clinging - for some sort of relationship catfight with standoffs and ultimatums. Maybe even some threats. She was emotionally and mentally energized to do battle - but there was no fight.

There was just nothing. Not really.

So she turned nothing into something and approached Rick after class. She tried oh-so-hard to sound casual, but oddly enough, often it feels unnatural to act natural. She felt the thump of her heart speed up a little bit as he turned towards her.

"Hey Sonya," he said - so casual - so seemingly at ease that she actually questioned herself and what she was doing. 

His mouth was so distracting.

"How's it going?" that rich, familiar voice. 

Audio chocolate.

His hands...

No! 

This is important. Stay on target.

"Rick, can I talk to you?"

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"What do you mean you have a girlfriend?!" Sonya exclaimed - her voice taking on a slightly banshee-ish tone.

Rick was staring at her. They were standing by the same table this had all started at. His knapsack was casually slung over one shoulder. He looked like he was auditioning for a commercial. She had dragged him towards this area - unsure of exactly how to proceed. Fortunately she didn't have to worry about that - Rick had just given her a perfect place to begin.

I didn't say it was 'perfectly good' however.

It leaned more towards the other direction.

"What do you mean, what do you mean I have a girlfriend?" he countered quickly, shifting a little uncomfortably. 

Well played, sir. Well played indeed.

Now he looked like a knapsack extra about to record takes that would required a completely false projection of pure confidence and relaxation, pure comfort. He looked all too normal, all to human, all too vulnerable. Uncomfortable. People glanced at them after Sonya's exclamation as the sea of people continued by.

"What do I mean?!" she squawked. It struck her that this exchange was quite possibly one of the most redundant arguments she had ever had. She felt like she should be in a courtroom or something.

Objection. Sustained.

"I mean how could you do that to her?" How could you do that to me! I thought you were a nice guy!" Sonya felt angry. She wasn't sure why, exactly, but she felt a little betrayed. You could clearly see it in her stance, in her face, even if you didn't exactly know what you were looking for. The folded arms, the furrowed brow, the outraged tone.

She was clearly disrupting his zen. He looked and sounded a little angry as he responded, shifting his knapsack to his other shoulder. It looked heavy. Sonya had just tossed hers on the table - her textbook anchor.

Were they staying or going?

"I am a nice guy. Look, I'm sorry that I fucked up your life - but I didn't mean too. I feel like a shitbag about what I did, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be an asshole about it".

"Fuck you, Rick!"

Rick looked down at her, then. There was something cold that had appeared in his eyes - in his expression - that was the opposite of attractive. She really didn't like it. It made her feel small - insignificant, unimportant.

One of the things that had attracted her to Rick was the warmth in his eyes. Like she was being hugged on some level every time looked at her. Like she was accepted, embraced, wanted.

Not now, though.

He was looking at her like she was something unpleasant he needed to wipe off his shoe.

Sonya tried to fire the same look back, but it wasn't in her. She wilted after a few moments. 

The fires of outrage tend to burn themselves out rather quickly.

"Sorry," she said, her eyes breaking contact and darting to the side, "that was too far".

Rick said nothing, but that ugly cold look in his eyes was fading. Something in his expression softened.

Wiew. Talk about chilly.

"Why are you getting so angry?" he asked - a little more forcefully then was strictly necessary. And a little mystified. His one night stand was acting awfully possessive.

"Why am I getting angry? Because I cheated on my fiance!", she exclaimed. "I'm angry because I got drunk and fucked up, and on TOP of that, I've just discovered that I'm responsible for fucking somebody ELSE'S relationship, too".

It sounded really obvious when you put it like that.

Pause. Process. Continue.

"I'm angry because I couldn't even tell Steve-"

"Who?" he interrupted cleanly, seeking clarification.

"My fiance, Rick!"

"Ah,"

"-what I'd done when he came over the next morning, and the few people I HAVE talked too have been so fucking nonchalant about it - like it's not a big deal. But it IS a big deal. I'm not that kind of person that cheats - but I did!"

Take a breath. Go on.

"I cheated and I don't know what to do about it. I'm pissed because I'm screwed - completely screwed! - and the best I could come up with today was to dress up fucking nicely and hope you would come crawling and give me something to work with".

He was just looking at her as she breathed life to the whirl of emotions running through her, a vaguely sympathetic look on his face. His thoughts have may have been running along similar lines, come to think of it.

They stood facing each other, at their table.

"And worst of all," she lowered her head, her eyes and her voice dropped to a defeated, confessional whisper as she crossed her arms together, hugging herself in her moment of weakness; "I loved it and would probably do it again given half a chance".

Shame.

There were the tears she had been waiting for. 

Hot and vision blurring and probably messing up her make-up.

She was a little surprised then when he enveloped her with his arms. Surprised and more than a little relieved. They were both in the same boat, the same situation - but the physical assurance was nice. She leaned into him, and her big brown eyes were a little dewy, partially from guilt, and shame.

Partially from relief. 

She wasn't alone.

Did she just sniffle? 

Dear lord. 

Okay, time to get it together.

Rick felt nice against her cheek, though. Mmm. She may have nuzzled it a bit.

No rush.

They stayed like that for a moment as the people flooded by - an unremarkable stream of humanity moving on, moving by. She felt oddly... natural, standing there being hugged by Rick. Very comfortable. A feeling that's hard to properly convey unless you've experienced it. Her cheek laid on his chest. His cheek on the crown of her head.

He smelled nice.

He felt nicer.

Crap.

After a few moments had passed and she, very quietly, very distinctly, heard him say;

"I want you".


She pulled out of his embrace and looked at him in disbelief.

"You can't be serious" she said, "you have a girlfriend".

"I do" he replied, his voice calm, his eyes on her face.

"I have a fiance!" she said - still touching his arm.

Who was she trying to convince?

"You do", again simply.

"What about her? What about Steve?"

"She's a nice girl - we've only been on a few dates - and I'm sure... Steve?... is a great guy to have somebody like you" he said, "but... there's just something about you Sonya. I don't know if you feel the same way - but I feel like I belong to you and that you belong to me. And if you don't want this go on, you just say the word and I'll drop it - but I'll be damned if I just let you go without being honest about it."

Sonya wasn't sure whether that was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever said to her, or one of the craziest. They hadn't exactly known each other for very long time.

Mostly romantic.

Maybe a little crazy.

They aren't mutually exclusive, after all.

There's a feeling you have with certain people you meet, though. Sometimes faint - sometimes strong - but you get the feeling that, regardless of what your interactions are with this person - it's supposed to happen. Que sera, sera. It could all be circumstantial and coincidental mumbo jumbo, absolutely - but you sometimes get a feeling that, for whatever reason, particular people in your life are important.

Instant chemistry.

Magnetic attraction. 

Love at first sight.

Call it what you will - it exists. It exists even if you don't believe it does - and that's why it's so powerful - because it can come along seemingly out of nowhere and enter your life and fuck everything up. Rarely does such seemingly divine passion, such random obsession, abruptly enter and significantly alter a person's life without leaving some sort of trail of destruction in it's wake.

And you can choose - everyone gets to choose (even if they don't realize it) whether to accept or reject those people - those moments in your life - those choices - that you are presented with.

Autonomy.

It's a bitch.

She stared at Rick. On the exterior she looked neat, beautifully composed and organized. The interior was another story - a swirling turmoil of chaos and uncertainty. She was on the brink - standing there, feeling like something significant was crumbling inside. Failing. Sonya was standing there, trying to process what he had just told her, what she was feeling, when Rick did the only appropriate thing that there was to do.

He kissed her.

She saw it coming. She could have moved away, turned her chin, politely let it die.

But she didn't.

It was a little awkward, sure. Her cheeks were still a little moist and there may have been a few stray hairs in the way preventing the moment from being as picture perfect it may have otherwise been, and he had to shift himself a little awkwardly to keep his heavy knapsack from bludgeoning her - but it was a true kiss. A good one.

People looked. 

Let 'em.

She was tentative about it at first - undoubtedly - the situation, the public space, but after a moment, she made up her mind and ignored everything else and just enjoyed it. The intensity of their lip locking started to pick up a little when she pulled herself back, distancing them. He looked a little uncertain until he saw the way she was looking up at him - pure lust in her dark eyes.

Which was perfectly mirrored in his.

"Come on" she said, a little breathily, "follow me".

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She led him out to the parking lot - walking a little quickly and leading him by the end. Few words were spoken. They weren't needed.

Sonya ushered Rick into her car and got in the driver's seat. He was looking at her as she tossed the keys onto the dashboard and straddled him, her mouth locking hungrily onto his. Her hands travelled over his broad chest as his hands tangled in her hair. She moaned quietly into his mouth as her hands travelled lower and she felt him through his pants, feeling him swell at her touch. She dipped a hand under his waistline and touched him. The effect was immediate.

Just hearing his breathing change as she touched him was exciting her. Just knowing she had this power over him - and he over her - turned her on in a very primal way.

Their kisses became hungrier, wetter, nastier as tongues played back and forth. His hands roamed freely over her body, brushing her breasts, gripping her ass, teasing between her legs - they were everywhere she wanted them to be. Finally they broke off, both taking a moment to breathe and recover.

"Get in the back" he said, his voice a little hoarse.

She pulled off her light sweater and undid the buttons of her jeans, wiggling her ass a little bit, trying to comfortably loosen them as she waited for him to follow. He took his shirt off as he joined her. It was a little cold, but that really didn't see to bother him at all - and just a moment later she was reminded of how hot he perpetually felt to the touch as she touched him again. Their lips met again as he settled on top of her, her legs instinctively wrapping around him, bringing him closer, feeling him against her.

His hand deftly undid her bra and she shucked it off, leaving him free to caress her firm breast, playing and toying with her nipple, he gazed down at her - mock-thrusting into her, again and again, letting her feel how painfully hard he was - a clear indication of just how much he wanted her. She loved listening to his breathing change as he was obviously thinking of fucking her - it became deeper, heavier, less controlled. She moaned a little as he scratched an itch that had been building up in her since she had last seen him.

He sat up after a minute and began pulling her seemingly skin tight jeans down her long, toned legs with ease. No argument there.

Rick took the moment to undo his own pants.

Okay, now Sonya was a little nervous.

As Rick settled on top of her again, nervousness transitioned to nervous excitement. She was getting naked with a beautiful man in the back seat of her truck in a (mostly) vacant parking lot - something she had never done before - with just a thin piece of her undergarment separating her from him. She had a flashback of their first night together and gave a pleasured little groan as he pressed against her again. His need more intense. His desire more overwhelming.

They kissed and tongued and caressed each other for a few minutes - the windows of the cab beginning to fog up a little.

They played like that for a time before Rick began to delicately trace a route with his fingers from her ear to her collarbone to the tips of her achingly sensitive breasts and over her stomach and down past her navel- each landmark seemingly more sensitive than the one before it - and then slipped underneath the line of her boxers...

Her breathe caught in her throat. She whimpered and closed her eyes.

His hand encompassed her, his fingers played along the hot edges and she was very clearly wet for him. She was looking at his face, his body, breathing hard as the sensations he was causing her with seemingly so little effort rolled across her face as she pulled his face to her - needing to kiss him, to taste him. She gasped when he finally penetrated her with his finger.

Rather then immediate thrust deeply inside of her, he merely curled his middle finger around and rubbed that particularly sensitive spot - which caused Sonya to start losing control of her hips. His hand and her body played to a particularly ancient rhythm that only they could hear. Almost desperately, she reached for his bare erection and rubbed him, trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside of her. Jesus, he was big. He moaned as she gripped him, feverishly, urgently, and caressed him.

Eventually a second finger joined the first and he began thrusting in and out of her. Wet sounds filled the air as he brought her ever closer to orgasm. 

Her hips jerked against his hand, again and again, until her body seemed to consist of nothing but twitches and uncontrollable muscle spasms.

"Fuck me", she moaned, gasping, "I need you to fuck me".

Rick needed no further encouragement. He had been desperately trying to resist that overwhelming, primal urge to penetrate her from almost the moment they had entered her truck - his self-control slipping away as this beautiful woman moaned and gasped and shuddered underneath him. There was a distinct odour of sex that was beginning to permeate the car - it only served to reinforce the experience. The incense of sex.

Ripping her soaked underwear off and climbing into that familiar position between her spread legs, he positioned himself. Looking into her eyes, he slipped inside of her, dipping in and out a little in order to lubricate himself. He loved the look that came over her face - as her gaze turned inwards, to the sensation of him entering her. Unable to restrain himself from enjoying the tight, wet, gripping sensation that enveloped his member, he steadily thrust into her to the hilt.

She grunted and her eyes slammed shut. A pained look came over her face as she struggled to compensate.

"You okay?" he gasped, feeling a little guilty, pulling back a little, trying to focus on something other than how perfect she felt wrapped around him and how much he just wanted to pound into her.

"It's fine," she said, between slightly clenched teeth, "just give me a minute to get used to it". She was gasping, trying to relax.

He moved his hips more gently, backwards, and the pained furrows in her brow lessened accordingly. He was almost out before he continued thrusting inwards again, more gently this time, in more of a rocking motion. He did this for a time as she adjusted to him, both of them panting - struggling to stay in control. Rick was desperately focusing on his breathing, trying to focus on pleasuring the woman of his dreams, rather then the almost overwhelming sensation of being inside her.

It was hard though. She could feel him swelling inside of her as he clamped down and struggled not to finish too quickly.

"Hey, let me up" she proposed after a minute. Rick backed off and slid out, almost sad as he did so. He wanted to be inside her so badly that even a few moments felt torturous. Had he done something wrong?

Directing him to face forward, she straddled his hips while facing in the same direction and pushed down. Let the boy enjoy his view as she went to work. Placing her hands on his knees to steady herself, she focused on the feeling of him entering her as she struggled to take him all the way inside of her. Trying not to bump her head against the roof of the car, she rode him backwards.

"Oh jesus, Sonya", Rick clenched his eyes as Sonya slid up and down. From this position, she could control the tempo and the pace. After a few minutes of alternating between grinding her ass into his lap and gyrating up and down, she felt herself starting to reach her peak. Her pace quickened and she was all too aware of his breathing increase as well. She used one hand to play with herself as they neared the end. The muscles in her legs were burning a little, but it was a distant, unimportant fact.

Profanities issued forth from his mouth as he struggled to contain himself, looking at her perfect ass moving up and down in his lap - looking at the hourglass figure of her body - the lines her muscles made on her back. 

Perfection was riding him, gripping him, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Sonya", he gasped finally, warning her.

She didn't reply and groaned instead as her own furious climax swept over her, her insides squeezing and spasming around him. It was the tipping point and he could no longer control himself as he pulled her down onto him, thrusting himself deeply inside of her as he came at last - gasping and clutching her as the intensity of it raced through him and into her. They stayed there for a minute or two as he softened and slipped out of her - and she dripped onto the carpeted floor. Ew. What a mess. 




The Storm Ch. 03 of 03



They were both just trying to catch their breath. 

They lay together afterwards - a slightly sticky, smelly mess - and finally got around to putting some clothes on and actually got around to getting to know each other. Later they would grab a bite to eat and spend the rest of the weekend alternating between those two main activities.

Sonya ended up leaving her fiance - Rick his girlfriend.

I'm not really sure if they ended up living happily ever after. 

Probably not.

But they made each other happy for awhile.

Maybe that's the best they could hope for.



The Storm Ch. 04



With that she let me up and helped me from the altar and led me to this room deeper into the bowels of the catacombs. The room was sparse but clean and warm. A bath was waiting for me and I slipped into hot bliss as I soaked away the soreness my body felt. The old one added powders to the water that eased the soreness and the stiffness of the scratches along my sides and hips. I soaked and as the water cooled, it was drained and more hot water poured in. Other women came in and hand fed me as I soaked. Finally the old one drained the water, had me get out and toweled me dry. She rubbed me all over with this sweet smelling salve and led me to bed where after lying down I quickly lapsed into a deep sleep. 

I awaken the next morning nude and still sore from the sexual beating my body took the night before and looked closely at my sore body. I could remember everything up until I passed out from exhaustion. The scratches and gouges along my sides were scabbing over as well as the floor burns along my back and shoulders where I had contacted the altar surface as HE drug me around upon the altar in his sexual frenzy. I was also bruised along my back and butt where I supposedly I bounced along as I was drug. The sourest part of me though was my pussy and my insides. There were times I felt like I was being pulled inside out and the inside pressure of the amount of cum he had released had stretched me but there was no appearance of that on the outside. My stomach was as flat as it had been and for the most part I looked the same but for the redness of my still swollen open flower. I wondered how long it would remain swollen and open like that and still feel the heat there and inside me. 

I pressed my hand against my stomach wondering how soon I would begin to swell with HIS child. I sat back upon the bed and thought about that. This wasn't going to be a normal human baby that would start showing in 2 to 3 months and take 9 months to berth I was sure. Even if it was a normal human birth, it was possible after all, since my body was used by all his male followers. If HE did not impregnate me one of them did. I didn't want this and wondered how or if it was possible to get away. I thought there would be time to abort if I could get away. I was startled out of my thoughts when the door suddenly opened and the old one walked in. 

"I know what you are thinking child and that will be impossible. You will not and cannot escape from here. The master would be most displeased and many would fall out of favor with him. I would be banished along with Father Jason and would die a very unpleasant death. You are HIS, here to bear HIS child and for the pleasure you will give his followers. There is no escape. No one has ever left the fold and lived."

I sat there frightened at what I was hearing. I was to be a sex slave for his followers even though I was to bear his child. I wanted nothing to do with this. I had been practically a virgin having only been with several guys. Now who knew how many would have me. 

I knew my family would soon miss me and have the authorities looking for me. I wondered how long it would take for them to find me. I hoped it would be sooner than later. I was scared. 

"What if there is a problem and HE didn't impregnate me and one of the other men did?" 

"That was no problem child; your body would not have released HIM. You would have remained connected until HIS seed and your egg united. You are with HIS child and no others." 

"How soon will I begin to show and how many months will I carry HIS child?"

"You needn't be concerned child. It will happen soon enough. There is someone to see you."

"Wait, I need to know, please tell me."

"If you must know child, the growth of this baby will be rapid and your stomach will begin to show in a matter of one or two weeks as the baby develops. You will carry HIS child for 6 months before birthing."

I was in shock and shook in fear, 6 months and I will begin to show almost at once. Shivering, I pressed in on my stomach wishing I could push the thing out of me but again I was some what intrigued at the thought of something growing inside me. Confused, I wondered why I felt like this. Still, now that I was thinking clearly, I didn't want this. I needed to escape, to get away from here.  

She left the room and Father Jason entered. This was the first time I remembered seeing him since the time he led me to the altar and hid in the shadows watching. I didn't know if he had been allowed to be with me in the celebration. I wondered what he wanted and for some strange reason I thought of confession. I looked around to find a robe or something to cover my nudeness but there was nothing but the sheet I was sitting on. I tried to grasp it around me but he pushed it away and knelled between my legs spreading them. I was shocked into reality when he leaned in and inserted his tongue into my still swollen flower and began removing his robe. I was so tender there, and tensed up until his tongue hit my powerful hidden button and it was an instant orgasm. My body shook and spasmed and it took a while to subside. As I came down from that high, I wondered about my orgasm. There had been no foreplay, no getting me sexually excited and suddenly an orgasm. That had never happened before. It was so tender and sensitive down there. I could feel every bump on his tongue, every flick and kiss. It was unbelievable. 

When my body relaxed, that was when Father Jason leaned up over me and began to enter me. My hips jumped up to meet him as he placed the head of his swollen cock against my opening. I couldn't help it. It was an automatic response, as automatic as my legs wrapping around him and pulling him in. 

With the tenderness inside me, I could feel every ripple of his cock, every swollen vein, and the ridge of the swollen head as he slid it in and out of me. I was in ecstasy again and marveled at the feelings even though his cock was of average size. Every nerve ending inside me was alive. My body wanted this even though my mind did not. My body overwhelmed my mind and I finally gave up to the feelings. Orgasms quickly came and passed and came again. He released into me several times before he tired and just lay still upon me. My body craved more, he tired too soon. My mind was muddled and I didn't understand why he stopped and mostly, I didn't understand when he whispered into my ear, "Sara, I am so sorry." He kept repeating this to me even as he withdrew. 

My mind was muddled at this. I didn't understand. My body craved him. "Wasn't I good enough, I asked?" 

"Yes Sara, it's just I shouldn't have put you through this. For this I am sorry." 

"For having sex with me, I asked?" I was sitting up now looking at him as he grabbed me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes whispering.

"No, yes, that and what I did to you when I selected you for HIM. I am in love with you. I didn't realize it then but I do now. I am sorry for you and what I put you through. You are pregnant with HIM and carrying his child. You are HIS now and must do his bidding. I am so sorry. I must never see you again I know, for I am doomed for loving you."

I was fully alert now, knowing I might be able to escape from this and go home, to be able to rid myself of this thing beginning to grow inside me, this creature in my womb. I pulled him to me and whispered in his ear. "Help me, Help me escape."

"I cannot do that, I will be damned, he whispered back."

"Please help me I pleaded quietly, I must escape this hell that you have chosen for me."

"I can't."

"Please, please help me, I whispered."

My eyes were pleading as much as my mind. I had to get away and he was my only chance. I had to appeal to his weakness in loving me.

He leaned back and looked at me for a long while before quietly whispering and nodding his head.

"OK Sara, I will try what I can to get you out of here and safe. Please be patient for this will take some time. We have to be very careful. If you can, stop drinking the dark liquid that the old one gives you to drink. Without it, you will abort the fetus. You need to be careful though. If you abort too soon, we will be found out and we both will be doomed."

"How long after I stop drinking it will it happen?" 

"I don't know, possibly two weeks I guess. I don't know for sure. I've never seen it stopped. I only know that the stuff keeps the body from aborting the creature. Be careful Sara, for both our sakes."

I only nodded back. While watching his eyes I saw the fear in them and knew he was sincere in wanting to help me. 

"I have to go Sara," he whispered. "Please be careful for both our sakes. I don't know how long it will take to find the right moment to get you free from here. If it looks like it will take longer than several weeks, I will let you know. Maybe if you only take some of the stuff, we can stretch out the time for escape."

With that, he slipped from the room leaving me with my thoughts. As I wondered what would happen if we were caught, my hand was absentmindedly rubbing cum that had leaked from me over my love mound and slit when my fingers found my clit and I escaped into an orgasm. As I was coming down from the orgasm, I looked up to see the old woman standing over me smiling. 

"He will be only the first of several that will get to have you. He is in special favor of HIM for selecting you. The others will only be HIS sons. You are very lucky. Usually all the faithful get to partake until close to the birth." 

With that said she knelled down to me and ran her hands over my body and pushed my legs open and began tonguing me bringing me to another orgasm as her tongue twisted and sucked at my slit and clit. I was screaming in ecstasy throughout my body tremors. She sucked and licked me clean. 

When she was finished and I was again lying there looking at her, I asked her, "Why are you allowed to do this?"

"I am blessed to do it for HIM to stay in his favor as his chosen one to care for you. It is my duty to HIM. Besides, I love doing you. I must go now and prepare your breakfast."

She left, closing the door leaving me alone with my thoughts. It has only been hours since my impregnation. How soon will I be feeling the effects of the creature growing inside me? I pressed in on my stomach to try to feel my womb even knowing it was too early to feel anything growing inside me. My thoughts went to Father Jason and hoped he would get me out of here. I wanted to go home. I needed to escape and rid myself of this thing that was beginning to grow inside me. I was very scared. I didn't want this. I thought back to what the old woman said that no one ever escaped the fold and lived. Was that going to be my fate and Father Jason's if we tried? 

I slipped into a nightmare of sleep only to be awakened when the old woman returned with my breakfast. The first thing she handed me was the dark liquid and watched me until I drained the glass. Then she left me alone to finish eating. I thought if she watches me every morning drinking the stuff, I will never be able to get away from not drinking it. I wondered at what week of my pregnancy I would be past the time to abort easily. 

Discovering I had been famished, I finished eating and in looking around I spied a flimsy see through robe which I put on. I wandered out of my room and into the rest of the dungeon. I thought of it as a dungeon. How many prisoners have escaped from dungeons I wondered? 

I discovered I was alone and spent several hours exploring the various rooms to see if there was a way out. Sadly, I found no doors or windows to the outside world. I made my way back to my room and the connected bathroom and decided to soak and try to relax. I was going to have to try to relax or lose my sanity. If I lost my sanity, I would be here forever. 

I rejoiced in the relaxing hot water and semi dozed away the waning hours of the morning. I wondered why I was thinking so clearly and rationally. Had the dark liquid I was drinking changed? It was sweeter tasting. I didn't feel drugged and every thing seemed so clear to me, there was no longer this foggy haze clouding my mind. How had I gotten myself into this situation? Now that I seemed to be thinking clearly, I thought I would ask more questions when the old one came back. Noticing my skin was getting wrinkly; I finished my bath and dried myself, admiring my body in the mirror that adorned one wall. Sara, I asked myself, what have you done? 

My body had seemed to have changed. It wasn't much, but still I noticed it more than ever. I didn't think it was my imagination. My breasts seemed to be a little larger and fuller, the nipples firmer and more erect and tinder. My stomach although still firm and flattened, seemed to be getting a little rounder just noticeable at least to my eye. My pussy was very swollen and puffy. The lips hiding my deep dark tunnel tender and swollen exposing the dark pink opening into me. And I was hot down there, so very hot. It was like I get when I'm very close to an orgasm. I felt the need to cum and my fingers went there. I found my clit swollen and tinder to my touch and I quickly brought myself to orgasm, my body quivering as I sank to my knees. 

She found me that way, lying on the floor as the last of my bodies spasms waned. She helped me up and I weakly leaned against her as she led me to the bed and lay me down upon it. 

"Little one, you must save yourself for others. You will need to conserve your strength both for them and the baby." 

Weakly I asked, "What do you mean, save me for others."

"Your body is beginning to rapidly change in preparation for the baby that is beginning to grow inside you. Also, your hormones are going wild as they usually do in the beginning of pregnancy and your body will feel the need for more sex. That and the potion you are drinking is why you are so swollen, tender and wet. For at least the first month, you will want to have a cock inside you seemly all the time. That is why HIS sons will serve you and occasionally Father Jason. He is lucky that the master is so pleased with him."

I only nodded as I slipped into a deep tired sleep. 

I awaken sometime later in slight darkness feeling that someone else was in the room with me. I glanced around trying to see into the shadows, to catch a glimpse of who it may be; all the while hoping it was Father Jason. I almost spoke his name when one of the sons stepped from the shadows. 

I gasp at the sight of him as he came to me. I knew what he wanted, I wanted the same and flipped back the covering that was over me and reached up to him parting my legs to give him access. I moaned aloud as he leaned down over me and entered. My hormones and the potion were working overtime. His hot stiff rod slid in easily and bottomed out. I moaned in joy as he began to slowly thrust in and out. He lifted my hips up to him with his hands grasping my hips pulling me to him as my head and shoulders lay back upon the bed. I could feel every ripple of his engorged head as his hot engorged tool plunged in and out. 

I was gasping for air with each plunge and was on the edge of an orgasm when the old one turned on the lights and lit up the room. I was startled by the lights but was too far gone to stop the waves of pleasure that washed over me. I was lost in the spasms of my body and failed to see her and the other son in the room. He kept up his thrusting and when my orgasms subsided, I watched in amazement, the rippled movement of his large cock as it slid up against the tight skin of my stomach. This sent me into another orgasm and I was quivering through it when he grasps me tighter against him and began filling me with his hot searing cum. When he finished, he dropped me back onto the bed and the other took his place. The old one just watched as I was taken again. 

I was now screaming in ecstasy, my body in a seemingly continuous orgasm. My body kept up the quivering spasms throughout this second assault until he finally finished thrusting and filled me with his load of searing cum. My body was weak and exhausted now and when he arose up off of me, I lay and just looked at him. He made no attempt to talk to me or anything else. He turned and left. When the old one approached me and began tonguing me, I curled up into the fetal position begging for no more. I was too tender and exhausted to let her.

"Yes little one, rest and I will clean you up later, for now rest." 

I thought she would leave the room to but she just sat beside me and watched me. I wanted to talk with her but drifted into sleep. I dreamed. For how long I slept, I didn't know but when I started struggling awake, I felt someone licking me. It was my orgasm that brought me fully awake. The old one was kneeling between my legs with my moisture covering her face. She smiled and patted my mound.

"I'm finished," she said. "I believe you wish to ask me some questions?"  

I stammered, "Yes, yes I do." 

I sat up and thought. What am I going to ask, there is so much I need to know, so much I needed to learn. I needed to do this before I was drugged again. I had to have been drugged in the beginning to have gotten into this situation. I couldn't have done this freely and with a clear mind. Where do I start? What do I ask? I actually knew very little.



The Storm Ch. 05



"Why are just Father Jason and the two brothers the only ones that will have me when you told me before that I would be available to all the others?" 

"HE has been very pleased with Father Jason's selection of you and will let him have you for a short time while you are not fertile and can not get pregnant by him. HIS sons however, will have you to breed with after you bear his son and become fertile again. The alchemy has prepared your body for this." 

"What, I am to breed with his sons? Why are they not breeding with the others?"

"It has taken many hundreds of years to prefect the alchemy for breeding with humans. The ingredients are rare. It seems it is very successful with you. Things are developing normally. This has not happened before. When his sons were conceived, there were problems and the baby development was not normal. Your body will be receptive for them after the baby is born. There will be no need to put someone else through the process and waste the rare ingredients to prepare another woman to breed. Your body is perfect and ready."

"What do you mean the babies did not develop normally?"

"It was hoped they would be more human. To be capable of speech and to breed with out the help of alchemy so they would be able to produce children with as many human women as possible. This did not happen. It will be so with you. Fortunately, they have normal human sexual urges and can have sex at any time. The offspring you and they will produce will be able to breed with all women. This is what HE has hoped for. This is what the alchemist has promised and the scriptures have revealed."

I was shocked and scared. I was to be used for breeding like an animal, for what purpose? I was going to ask just this when the old one continued.

"You should be very happy and proud. Your sons will be the beginning of a new civilization. Our Lord is to begin his rein and it will be through your sons." 

I lay back lost in thought. I didn't notice she had left. My hands were exploring my slightly swelling belly. I could feel it now, the fuller feel, even though I still looked somewhat slender when I looked at myself in the mirror. My hands went to my breasts and felt the tenderness and the slight swelling there. Yes, the changes were starting, just like the old woman was saying. I could feel it. 

My feelings were mixed. I knew I needed to escape to end this but then the sex was incredible. I had never had orgasms like this before. How could I bring myself to leave? I was exhausted and slipped into a deep sleep only to be awakened later by the sons. They repeated what they had done earlier. I heard myself screaming through my orgasms as they took turns with me leaving me again exhausted and falling into a deep sleep. 

The only relief I got from their assaults were the times I got to sleep and the times the old woman interrupted the sex for me to eat and bathe. I lost all track of time. For me, the days, nights and weeks slipped by in sexual exhaustion. My stomach was quickly swelling, my breasts fuller. 

I had forgotten about Father Jason and it wasn't until several days had gone by with no sexual assaults and my mind clearing that I thought of him. I was lying in the tub of hot water soaking, when I thought of him. What happened? Why hadn't he come to me and help me. I thought about asking the old woman when she came in to take care of me but my thoughts quickly went to my stomach as I felt movement. I looked at myself and could see the movement. It was moving. I was so swollen, my stomach huge. How come the Sons had not had me for days? Suddenly I was scared. Was I close? What day was it? What happened to the time? Oh god I thought, I'm going to have His baby. I was hyperventilating to the point of almost passing out when the old woman came into the room and helped me from the tub and to the bed.

"You are getting close now. The baby will come in several days now. Do you feel movement?"

I gasp, "Yes", as I felt a kick that took my breath away. I lay down staring down my body, at my swollen belly. It kicked again as I looked and I could see the skin ripple as it moved. My hands went there to feel. Oh god I thought, I can feel it move. The old women felt too.

"Yes it will be a matter of days or hours now," she said as she smiled at me. "Soon it will be time for rejoicing." 

I watched the skin of my stomach ripple as it moved around, both hands feeling. I felt where there was a large bulge. It felt huge. The old woman felt there too and said, "That feels like a foot, I think it is a foot." She laughed at the look of fear on my stricken face. She left and returned in a short time with something to drink.

"Here dear drink, this it will make the delivery much easier."

I started drinking this foul tasting stuff and almost gagged. "Oh god this is the foulest tasting stuff you have ever given me," I choked and almost spit it out but she stopped me and held the glass to my lips. 

"You have to drink it," she stated. "It will make the delivery much easier. If you don't, you will be in more pain than you can imagine."

I choked it down gagging all the while. It wasn't much later that I passed into a deep sleep. I awoke sometime later, how much later I didn't know but everything was hazy. It was the pain, the pain that was coming from my stomach and groin. I screamed as the next pain shot through me. It felt like my insides were coming apart. I screamed again.

The old one came rushing in. There were others that I couldn't make out. The pain was excruciating. I was in this fog of pain. 

"It is time, the old woman said to the others, alert everyone and make the Alter ready. Help me get her up and to the Alter. Alert Him and let Him know his son is soon to be born."

I passed out and later awoke upon the Alter. I was nude and strapped down. My hands and arms were above my head and my legs bent ant the knees and strapped down so I was spread open. I could hear chanting and could just make out others in the room. It was dark although there were lighted candles arranged around me. I couldn't see clearly through this hazy fog. The pain hit me again and I screamed. I kept screaming. I felt wetness gush between my legs. Sweat gathered upon my body, the pain was immense. I kept screaming.

I heard someone say the water broke. I think it was the old one, the old woman. She was kneeling between my legs telling me to push. I couldn't, the pain was too much to bear. It hurt, my insides felt like they were coming out. I screamed again and kept screaming. I could feel others touching me. The chanting was louder now; I could hear it through my screams. 

"The head is clear," I heard the old one say as more pain shot through me. I could feel it coming out of me. I looked down my body and saw redness, blood all over me, hands touching it and smearing it all over me. I saw blooded hands move back to the mouths of those around me, tasting my blood. I was horrified. I passed in and out of consciousness. 

I awoke to the old one massaging my stomach. The pain was gone or almost gone. It wasn't quite as bad at least. There was another sharp pain and I felt something slip from my body. The after birth I heard her say as she kept massaging my stomach. Someone took it and placed it within a silver bowl and left it beside me.

Coming in and out of consciousness, I was aware of a baby crying in the background through the chanting. My baby, I looked around and saw Him holding it above his head showing it to the others. I could see warship in the eyes of those nearest me. All held their hands up in the air towards Him and his Son. Chanting and revealing in their savior. 

There was another in the chamber dressed in a dark robe, a high priest. I saw him holding the silver bowl above his head and then lower it to his lips. I looked to where it had been placed beside me and saw it was missing, unaware of when the High priest took it. I shuddered as I watched him place it to his lips and sink his lips into the contents.

The old woman interrupted the proceedings as she placed a container to my lips and ordered me to drink. That was when I faded into darkness.

I awoke some time later, it was dark, and my head was in this clouded fog. The bed I was in was warm and comforting and very familiar. The room was also warm and had a very familiar smell too. An odor I hadn't smelled in a while. My apartment I thought, it couldn't be? Is it?

Was this all a bad dream? I reached for the bedside light out of habit and found it and easily and turned it on. Light flooded my bed room. Yes, I was home. It had been a dream, a bad dream I thought as I struggled to get up. I needed to pee, the pressure was great. That's when the pain hit me. My body was sore and abused. My breasts hurt, my groin hurt. I looked down at my breasts, cupped them with my hands and saw small tooth marks. My belly was still somewhat extended and sore. 

"Oh my god," I said to the empty room. "It wasn't a dream at all. It was all true, it happened." I sank to my knees shaking, releasing the contents of my bladder with the fear that was coursing through me as I fainted.



The Storm Ch. 06



My life went back to normalcy after a while or something close to it. It had been several months since I had found myself back in my place, the safety of my home. My body shrunk back to its slender self, my breasts healed. Of course my golden pubic hairs grew back. There were not even any stretch marks. The happenings in the catacombs became a faded memory, forgotten like a bad dream which I began to believe it was. I had called my parents and let them know I was OK and would probably spend at least 6 more months in Italy. I wanted to stay longer and was looking for a way to do it. They had been worried and had left many messages on my phone and had tried to contact me by phone and through several friends. I made up some excuse about losing my cell while on a holiday and not to worry about me. I was an adult after all. 

I started several more classes at the University and was looking for a job. I would do anything just to stay. I didn't want to go home. Something deep inside me forbids me. Some deep longing or urges I couldn't explain. I didn't know what it was. I guess it could be compared to lust. Something I had to do or had to have. I craved something. Something was missing from my life that I needed, craved, lusted for. It was my body telling me this not my mind. It was kind of like the way the body craves water when dehydrated or when after experiencing a lot of good foreplay, the bodies need for sex and a good hard orgasm... 

With my life getting back to normal, the excitement of just being in Italy and back with my friends pushed the nightmare deep into my subconscious. There it smoldered and controlled me although I didn't know it or was aware of it. I pushed away all the guys I would have had a relationship with if I hadn't been controlled. I had no sexual urges to be with them. They were just friends like the girls I hung around with. Some tried to get me into bed but I pushed them away. Soon they quit trying. I didn't even go back on the pill. Saw no need to. It was funny, not Ha, Ha funny though. I couldn't even get turned on. Not even watching some of the porno programs would make me wet. That was really unusual for me. 

Sometime around the third or fourth month I got this urge to go back to church. I felt no need before then, even though I was raised Catholic and had gone to church somewhat regularly. This Sunday, I went. It was like going to church the first time as a child. I was excited. I walked into the Cathedral with awe. It was beautiful, stimulating. I felt strange though; it wasn't stimulating my soul as it should have been, but my body. I fidgeted all through the service. I discovered I was aroused. I hoped it didn't show. 

I was embarrassed, could feel my face flushing when I noticed an old woman watching me. I didn't think I knew her and I felt my blush deepening. I thought I could smell my arousal and hoped no one else could. Was it my imagination? I was confused, very confused. How could being in church do something like this? I hadn't felt something like this for months... 

I quietly got up and left, deeply embarrassed. The old woman watched me leave. I walked out, head down to the floor and watched my feet as they led me out the door. I could feel the dampness of my panties as the cool air slipped up my skirt as I walked. 

The sunlight hurt my eyes and I shielded them as I looked around. Out here, no one was watching me. I walked for hours trying to figure out what happened. Why the church service had such an effect on me. I found myself wandering around the town square looking into the shop windows lost in thought hours later. I could no longer feel the wetness; my panties had dried so I pushed the thoughts of the morning into my subconscious. There was a Sunday market and I lost myself shopping, soon finding my way home afterwards with bags of fresh food. I felt good, better than I had felt in a long time. My spirit felt more alive and I called my friends asking them to come to a late evening Sunday dinner. I busied myself with the preparations and soon they arrived and we spent a nice lively evening enjoying each others company and good food. It was late when they left and I spent some time cleaning up before bed. 

I was tired, more tired than I had felt in a while and quickly slipped out of my clothes and into bed. I had a fitful night thrashing around and awoke early with the covers twisted around me. I knew I had dreamed but could not remember any of it. Tiredly, I made my way to the shower and stood under the hot spray until I fully woke up. Completing that, I soaped up, washing my hair at the same time and rinsed. I had not noticed that I had been aroused during the night. Getting out of the shower, I admired the reflection of my slim body in the full length mirror and ran my hands over it as I spread on my favorite skin conditioner touching and kneading even the hidden recesses. It felt good, the softness of my skin and the tightness of my muscles. I had started to run again and kept up with my exercises. My stomach was flat and firm as well as my thighs. My breasts were small and perky, stood straight out, no sag at all. I was in good shape I thought as my eyes went to my golden triangle quickly followed by my hands. I spread the hairs and lips. Yes, everything looked so pleasingly good. My cycle was regular although I bled a little heaver than normal. I thought nothing of it. 

The phone rang bringing me out of my thoughts and after answering it, the thoughts I had had slipped into my subconscious with the others. Damn, late for class. I quickly dressed and left. 

The days of the week went by quickly with school and now the weekend was approaching. I felt tired. I hadn't slept well all week. Each night was the same fitful night of thrashing. Each time I awoke I was twisted up in the covers unable to remember the dream. Still I never realized how aroused I had gotten each night. 

Saturday night I got to thinking about church as I was getting ready for bed. I wanted to go. Again I had this hidden urge, these thoughts in my subconscious awaking me. I had slipped into the bed nude as usual, and fell into sleep. This time though I didn't toss and turn. I lay quietly and slipped into this most erotic dream. I awoke Sunday morning remembering some of it. The sheet under me was wet and sticky and stuck to me. I thought I had never experienced anything like it in my whole life. The hands that caressed me, awakening my body drove me into orgasm after orgasm. I was exhausted but felt more alive than ever. I marveled at the wet sheet as I pealed it from me as I got up. Such a mess, I brought it to my nose and inhaled smelling the scent of me. I didn't understand how so much moisture could have come from me but then again, I had awakened with a thirst. I lay the sheet aside and went to the bathroom and drank glass after glass of water before I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was disheveled and sticking to my head and face from sweat. My golden triangle plastered to me from my moisture. I smiled, thinking about the wonderful dream. I looked at the clock and discovered I would be late if I did not hurry. I quickly showered and dressed, the urge to go to church more powerful than ever.

Church this time was uneventful. It did nothing for me spiritually or physically. I did become slightly aroused but not like before, the last Sunday when I had become so aroused. I remembered it. The memory hit me hard. I didn't fidget this time; I sat quietly and ran the thoughts through my head. I looked around. The old woman, is she here? I didn't see her. I didn't notice anyone watching me. I couldn't get into the service; I kept looking around and hung back after the service was over. I had this desire to walk around the church, to look for some door. I had a picture of it in my head but as I walked around, I saw nothing familiar. Not even the confessionals. The image of one popped into my head along with this door. Nothing, I left the church disappointed. Why, I couldn't explain. Something was drawing me, pulling at me, wanting me. I had the same feelings. Something was missing. Something I needed.

The week came and went. The days were uneventful but the nights were not. It got so I couldn't wait for day to end so I could slip into the erotic bliss of my dream. It was the same each night, the hands caressing me through one orgasm after another. It was so beautiful, so exhausting and beautiful. Each time I awoke I marveled at the amount of moisture that had come from me. The room smelled of me and my thirst was always intense. I did not dream of a man at all in this dream, there was no desire for one. That I didn't understand at all. The hands were men's hands but I didn't desire or lust for a man's hardness inside of me or his seed. Even when I was with men friends or walked around town or the university and looked at guys I didn't desire that at all. I thought that was strange. I needed something else. My body had awakened, was fertile and had the need to breed but not with a man.

Every chance I got after classes and work, now that I found a job; I walked to the church and looked around. Every evening would find me wandering the hidden nooks and corners of the cathedral. Still I didn't know what I was looking for. This one particular evening though I saw the old woman that had been watching me at church. She stood in the shadows beyond the confessionals watching me. I was the only other person there. I started toward her to speak to her but she quickly turned and disappeared in the deepening shadows, the light no longer reaching the dark recesses. I lost her and wandered around in the darkness wondering who she was, there was something familiar about herm I just couldn't place it. I discovered I was still looking for the door as that image popped to the forefront of my thoughts. Why I thought is this door so important? It had been hours tonight and was getting late when I finally found my way back to the main part of the church. 

Standing in front of the alter I knelt, crossed myself and prayed. "Show me oh lord what to do, or tell me what I am to do. Why am I having these strange dreams? What do you want of me?" 

Of course there was no reply and sadly I turned and left the church and walked home. The whole time I felt someone watching me. I kept looking around, stopping at times to do so but saw no one. Strangely though, with the feeling of being followed I was becoming aroused.



The Storm Ch. 07



Home was the same as always, tonight I quickly ate, showered and slipped into bed. This was after all Friday night and I was looking forward to the weekend I had planned. I was going to stay home and clean and do the other things that needed to be done around the apartment, plus I wanted the day to myself. I hadn't dusted or vacuumed for several weeks and the place was a mess. I lay there thinking of where to start in the morning when I saw movement in the room. I sat up startled, reached for and switched on the bedside light. It was the old woman.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Sara, you know me from before."

"Before what?" I asked. She sat down beside me on the bed and reached out and caressed my breast. The blankets had fallen to around my waist and I hadn't thought to pull them up to cover me. I was startled at her touch, her brazenness and reached to remove her hand but stopped midway there when she pinched my nipple sending pleasure waves through me. My nipples stiffened and I closed my eyes at the pleasure it gave me. I could already feel the warmth and moisture it was causing between my legs. 

"Who are you and why are you doing this?" I moaned as another pleasure wave shot down my body as she twisted the nipple slightly. 

She started talking to me slowly in this very low voice, almost a chant as she stroked me, folding back the covers with the one hand that was not pinching my breasts. 

"Sara, lay back and I will explain." 

Mesmerized at her voice and her caresses, as her hands left my breasts and started lightly stroking the rest of my body, I lay back and felt waves of pleasure as her fingers traveled down and found my hidden recesses. I listened but did not really hear, her voice droned on. I was lost in her voice and her hands. I could feel the heat rising with the swelling of my sex as her fingers played with me. I was held in this trance, my eyes tightly closed as waves of pleasure washed through me. Her fingers caressed the buttons that pleasured me most with another finger reaching up inside me, stroking at this hidden spot of pleasure also. The first orgasm hit me hard and my body shook with the spasms as the muscles of my pussy clenched at her fingers. My hips bucked up to meet her. Groans were coming from deep within me. I wasn't aware of the other person in the room and didn't even open my eyes as she grasps my legs and pulled me down lower on the bed. I felt her move up to my head and as she grasps my hands and held them tightly above me and held me down, she leaned down and suckled my breasts sending more shockwaves through my body. 

When I felt someone grab my feet and spread my legs open, my eyes opened with the shock. Standing between my legs was this gorgeous muscular body builder except he had strange eyes and his manhood was harder, larger and longer than I thought I had ever seen before. It was reddened like it was sunburned with a large very swollen purplish red head. He concentrated his attention upon on me and started rubbing his engorged hardness between my legs as he held my legs open. His cock was hot to the touch and when it was placed against me the heat penetrated me and excited me even more. I looked down mesmerized and in fear as he rubbed this swollen hardness against me. It slipped past my mound and up onto my stomach and reached almost to my ribs, seemly searing a slippery path. I could see he was toying with me as he rose up and repositioned himself again letting the purplish swollen head of his cock slid between my swollen lips. Each time the swollen head touched my opening, the heat of it would draw up into me and as the head slid across my clit, it seemed to burn with want. He kept this up. I gave no struggle so the old woman let me go and I reached and captured the headboard with my hands, helping me lift and buck my hips to meet him, wanting him to enter me each time he touched my opening. My body ached to have this monster driven into me.

I was panting and moaning for him to enter me when he dropped my legs to the bed and leaned down over me. I at once thought he was going to climb up on top of me and I spread my legs wide to allow him access to me as he climbed on and was disappointed when he didn't. He just looked at me and started running his hands all over me, touching me, caressing me. I shivered with more excitement. I wanted this gorgeous stranger with the strange eyes. My body craved him, wanted to unite with him, and wanted his seed deep inside. I moaned with glee as he leaned down and with his tongue licked me and twirled it around my nipples, his lips and mouth suckling me. I looked down and watched him as his long hard pole was poking at me, sliding along me leaving a dark trail of his pre-cum along with my moisture that coated his hard swollen head. I wanted to reach down and guide him to me and tried to reach him but he wouldn't let me. 

He rose up just out of my grasp. Beads of dark moisture dripped from him down onto my stomach and mound. Each drop that fell onto me burned, left a small red mark and inflamed the passion building within me. I reached down and slid my finger through the drops, coating it and brought it to my swollen pussy and rubbed it around the swollen lips and slipped it inside. It burned like fire inflaming me even more. My moans were begging him to enter me and I reached down and grasp my thighs, and pulled my legs up and wide trying to tempt him more. 

I gasp when he knelt down and placed his face against me and began tasting me, sliding his tongue around my swollen lips, sucking at me and teasing my clit. He entered me with his long tongue twirling and curling it around and lapped at me causing another orgasm to build. There was no way I could control my body even if I wanted to. My hips bucked against him and I finally let go of my legs and reached down and grabbed a hand full of hair and held his mouth to me as the orgasm roared through me. 

"Oh god, oh god," I was screaming as my pussy humped at him and my body quivered and shook. When the last of my spasms left me, I felt his tongue give one last swirl inside me and pull free. I was looking down watching him, waiting for what was to come next. I could see the red marks the drips of his pre-cum had left on my tanned skin and the red streak of where his cock had left a smear of it as it had slid across my stomach. I could feel the aching heat from my swollen pussy as I watched him, my sweat glistening on my body. 

He stood there looking at me as I looked at him. His rod seemed to throb and grow even more. It stood straight up and the dark gooey pre-cum glistened as it seeped from its opening and slowly oozed its way down his throbbing shaft. I knew then that he wasn't totally human. No human seeped cum like that and had a cock as large. It was then that I knew I had had him before, in my dreams. 

He moved up over me on the bed between my legs, leaned down and ran his tongue along my face and down my neck to my breasts. There was a low growl coming from deep within him as he suckled at them. I felt the swollen head of his rod move up to me and when it reached my swollen opening, he paused and sat back on his thighs, reached down and grasped my hips and pulled me up and onto him. He slipped in easily, there was no thrusting or pushing, he just pulled me on like a tight glove. I felt his heat as he seemed to grow up into me. It was an incredible feeling. I tingled all over from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. This tingling sent me into my first orgasm with him inside me. It was incredible; my whole body shook with each spasm. This orgasm was more intense, deeper inside and involved every muscle in my body. I moaned out my pleasure to him. 

The throbbing of his cock was the only movement I felt from him. He was holding me still. He had lifted me up and held my hips to him with just my head and back touching the bed. I knew his cum was still seeping from him as I could feel it, the burning heat from it against my deepest depth. I wanted more of it, all of it inside me. I wanted him to flood me. I wrapped my legs around him and started bucking up to him, wanting him to begin thrusting into me. I squeezed my legs tighter around him and pulled him deeper into me. I started humping him using my legs, trying to pull myself onto him. His hands dug into my hips as he held me to him. When he started his slow thrusting, I could feel the huge head of his cock move along my insides. As he pulled his shaft free of me and pushed his way back in I felt it push hard against my cervix. The feeling was incredible. My pussy filled with his meat as he mated with me. My screaming of ecstasy drowned out all other sounds and thoughts.

There was a low groan from him when he began his first release and began quivering and releasing his seed deep into me. The heat filled me and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut against it as it burned inside and radiated out through me. I could feel him grow and begin releasing jets of hot cum, spraying my insides and stretching me even more. The feeling of his release was incredible and I spasmed into a hard orgasm as I felt his shaft flex and pump more into me. His fingers dug into my sides, his nails scratching my hips and bringing drops of blood. I didn't feel it though; the intense fire within me overpowered everything else. It was a hard orgasm for him and he whimpered throughout as if in pain and whimpered weakly as his release weakened. He dropped me back to the bed and fell down on me and rested. The sweat of our bodies mingling. 

His weight was crushing me and I tried to push him off. I fit tight around him and I didn't feel any of our moisture slipping from me. He had not softened as men normally do after their release. He had remained hard he resumed his thrusting, this time not so gentle. He lifted himself up pulled his cock almost free leaving just the swollen head inside me and thrust in hard. This time he was growling deep in his throat as he started pounding into me. He was rough this time and it felt like he was going to pull me inside out as he jerked me around and pounded into me. I held on to him by wrapping my legs firmly around his waist and wrapped my arms around his chest. He was hurting me now and I had to hold on to keep from being torn inside. This was no longer pleasurable for me and I screamed in panic as he tore at me, his fingers now digging in and tearing at my sides and hips. He thrust in and out over and over again as he again moaned in another release. I felt this hot searing load swell me even more as his cock pulsed and flexed and pumped into me. 

I screamed in tortured ecstasy as my own release tore through me leaving me limp under him as he once again fell down on me to rest. I lay there quivering wondering how much more of this I could take. This was only his second release into me. I wondered how much more I could handle. How many more times would he pound himself into me? I lay there resting also, trying to build up reserves if he continued his assault. That was when I saw his double in the room sitting beside us. More of my memory flooded back to me. Yes, I thought to myself, I do remember them both. I remembered everything just then, the mating with their father, the orgies, in the catacombs, everything including the birth of my first child. It was painful and beautiful all at once. I knew then what my purpose was, why I needed these two and why they needed me. 

I felt him softening and slipping from me, he had finished for now and I knew when he rolled off me his brother would take his place. I wanted it, needed it to happen. When the first brother finally slipped free and rolled off of me, I spread my legs and beckoned for the other to join with me. He was already fully engorged and ready. I was too.

He was tenderer than his brother and lay down on me and entered me slowly and gently. I had raised my hips slightly to assist and it felt heavenly as I felt him slide into me. He was so gentle I felt the ridge along the head of his cock and each ripple of his shaft as it moved within me. This time I did not move my hips or anything. I was lost in the feeling of complete ecstasy. Every movement of him was orgasmic bliss to me. He held himself up off of me with his hands and mine went down to feel my stomach. With my slenderness, I could feel the ripple of him as I lay my hands on my stomach and pressed. When he leaned back on his thighs and picked me up by my hips and held me, I could not only feel greater movement but could see the rippling movement of his cock as the head rubbed my insides along front of my vaginal canal. This increased pressure on my g-spot coupled with what I was seeing and feeling with my hands soon brought me to my first orgasm with him. I moaned loudly as it was building and screamed in ecstasy as the spasms shook my body. I didn't want this to end. He was holding me tightly to him this way, not moving his body as his own first release racked him as my release was ending. I felt every spasm and jerk of his engorged cock as it pumped cum into me and my body quickly spasmed in a small orgasm as I received him. 

Sweat was dripping from him down on me and mixing with the gleaming sweat of my own body as he moaned in his release. He held me to him this way as he leaned back and rested, never softening or thrusting. The expression on his face showed ecstasy as he looked at me, devouring my body with his eyes. His fingers were digging into my hips, his nails scratching me but I didn't care as long as he held me this way and I could watch him looking at me the way he was. He was beautiful, nothing like his brother although they were identical in looks. He seemed to be more tinder and caring. When he noticed the nails of his fingers were scratching hard enough to bring small drops of blood to my skin he quickly loosened his grasp. 

Still holding me with one hand, he brought the other to my stomach and kind of started to press down massaging it and him inside me. He smiled at me as he did this. My hands went to his and covered it as I helped him trace the length of him inside me. I helped hold myself to him by wrapping my legs tight around him and started thrusting my hips slowly against him so he could feel his movement inside me. He grinned as I did this and when I told him I wanted him to cum inside me again, he grinned even more. He did not do as his brother did and start pounding into me but thrust in very slowly, still holding his hand against my stomach feeling his movement inside me. 

I reached down with both hands where he was entering me and grasp his cock feeling him slide in and out of me. My body was quivering with each slow thrust as he brought me quickly to another orgasm. Soon I could not tell when one orgasm began and another ended. He kept this up for what seemed like hours when I finally felt his body stiffen and start to quiver. His eyes were closed, hands tightly gripping my hips and I knew he was very close when he thrust in hard and deep and held still. I felt his hot cum as it spurted out of him deep inside me as my own body was racked with orgasmic spasms. We came together this time, our bodies in unison. This time he fell down upon me as our spasms continued together. His spasms were filling me and mine were milking his shaft, receiving him. My body spasmed hard, my hands clinched in tight fists, my toes curling tightly, my hips bucking to him helping to milk him. I heard myself not just moaning in ecstasy but screaming. This was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. It felt like every thing inside me was curling up only to be exploded out my pussy. The electrical current raced from deep within me to my head to my toes and back again. 

We lay still clutching each other tightly, my arms and legs tightly wrapped around him. I didn't want to ever let him go, his weight pressing me down, I not even noticing it. I wanted him, only him. I fell asleep this way, not ever noticing when he slipped out of me and rolled off. I was exhausted, deep into sleep. I did not hear them leave. 

I awoke late Saturday morning still feeling tired. My body was sore, the muscles stiff from exhaustion. The bed was a mess, mattress soaked and stained from sweat and cum. I was a mess also as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Dried cum and the salts from dried sweat covered me. The hair on my head was plastered to my skull with oily sweat, my golden patch plastered to my mound with both sweat and cum. My body smelled of the sexual orgy that had taken place, the room smelled of it. I needed a bath and decided to soak away soreness in a hot tub and quickly filled it and slipped in.

I knew I was alone as there were no noises coming from the rest of the apartment. I hadn't known how abused my body had been until I felt the soothing heat of the water. I closed my eyes and almost drifted off as I thought about last night and the incredible number of orgasms I had had. I didn't know how many, I knew it was a lot. It seemed endless in the end. 

I hoped the more sensitive brother would take me the most. He was the one that made me feel complete. I began to doze, my eyes soon closing from not only being tired, exhausted really, but from the soothing heat of the water. My head slipped under the water and I came up gasping and choking for air. That is when I saw her again, the old woman. She was sitting on the toilet looking at me. 

Still coughing, I wiped the water from my eyes and sat back and just looked back at her. I didn't know what to say. Finally she spoke. 

"Sara, do you now remember?"