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Storm of the Century

By: magmaman



I had read of things like this but never dreamed it would happen to me.

I knew before I stepped through the bedroom door, the sight only confirmed it.

My Gerry, giving off the uncontrolled sounds so familiar to me as her hips thrust back at Mike, my so-called best friend in the world.

Naked in our bed. Naked, the smell of their sex filled the room tearing at my heart.

Eight long years of marriage, down the tubes. I had thought we were happy, living the American dream. We had a nice home, a managable mortgage, two cars and time to play and take short trips.

Gerry never gave me a hint, not one. She was a willing partner in bed, there were none of the headache games. Often she would reach for me, initiate, using everything she knew to get me to respond.

Mike and I played pool, watched races on TV together on weekends. We took short trips to ball games, laughing and having fun. Sometimes we would go to a nearby lake and fish all day while Gerry shopped the antique stores, always looking for something special. Mike was divorced, his wife had left him a couple of years earlier, I never really knew why and he never spoke of it.

Best of buds, not a single sign that anything was going on behind my back.

Once we were at the beach, it was hot as hell out and Gerry had slipped off her bikini top. I didn't even think anything of it, there was a dozen other women around also topless, some completely nude. Gerry had leaned back in her beach chair, her soft breasts white in stark contrast to the rest of her body. Mike had checked her out, I couldn't blame him for that.

Gerry is a nice looking woman, a bit on the soft side. 

He had commented to her that she should cover up her breasts, that is the word he used, because she was quickly turning very red. She glanced down at herself, realized and slipped her top back on, saying "Thank you."

No signs. No signs at all.

The day I caught them, I had cut my hand on a machine at work. It required a few stitches so the foreman told me to take a few days off. I had sick pay built up so it wasn't a problem. The cut wasn't a big deal, I didn't even bother to call Gerry, I just went home.

There they were, in our marriage bed.

I simply turned and went back to the living room, popped a can of soda and turned on the TV. They hadn't seen me, hadn't even realized until the TV came on.

It got real quiet in there.

Mike came out first, he looked at me sheepishly, his face flushed red.

"God, Dan. I am sorry."

"You didn't look very sorry a minute ago." I didn't even look up at him other than a glance.

I think he expected me to yell, scream, attack him, something. But I was oddly not even angry, I was just sick inside.

"You aren't going to hurt her, are you?"

"No, no worries. Just....get....out!"

"Dan, I am really sor...."

"Get out, Mike. If you ever come back here, I will kill you. No matter the consequence, no matter what, I will." My voice raised at the end, I leaned forward in my chair.

Mike knew me well, he understood. He knew I meant it, I always did exactly what I said I would do. He just walked out through the door, out of my life.

I waited for about a half hour for Gerry to come out, she didn't. So I got up and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting there, sobbing quietly, the covers pulled up tightly around her body.

"Dan, I am so sorry." her tears increased.

I was starting to get tired of everybody being so damned sorry.

"Get up, get dressed." I told her.

"You just look silly sitting there like that."

"What are you going to do?" Her voice broke, she was still sobbing, like that would fix things or something?

"I am leaving, I will get a room." I said flatly.

It struck me as odd but I wasn't angry, I had no emotion at all. Some things I could forgive, perhaps even a transgression like this. Lord knows it had popped into my mind from time to time when I noticed an attractive female.

Yes, I knew myself well enough to know I could perhaps be less than true. I hadn't been, no opportunity, but yes, I could. I also knew Gerry, if she had had a fling with some stranger....?

But with Mike? My best friend? And in my bed?

That was not something I could deal with.

It was over.

Gerry just sat and stared at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I packed a suitcase, walked out to my 4 wheel drive SUV and drove away.

I spent the night in a motel, the next morning I called my boss and told him I needed some time off. He hesitated, but finally agreed when I explained that I had some marital concerns to deal with.

I knew my value to the company, besides, I had sick pay and vacation time built up, I had nearly two full months of it.

It only took me 3 days to get details worked out. I hired an attorney, gave the house to Gerry, the other car to her also. We even split the bank accounts, it wasn't a huge amount but enough for awhile. Gerry agreed to take over the mortgage, there was no complaint there because the equity was actually pretty nice.

I could have been mean about it but I didn't hate her, in fact, I loved her. But I loved what she had been to me before, what she was to me now somehow was just...dead?

In exchange I got our little cabin up by the lake, we had bought it for an investment and to use in the Summer months. There was one full acre, the cabin was small but had a bedroom off the main room, and a tiny bath with shower. It looked like a log cabin from the outside, the outer walls were just pine slabs. The entire inside was cedar shingles, it had a stone fireplace and a small wood stove, 110 power ran the lights and fridge. There was even a generator shed, it was a big one, too. It would run lights, TV, even a hot plate in a pinch.

We had only made two years of $400 per month payments so Gerry got the best of things financially, there was 18 years to go.

I simply didn't care.

I planned on going up there for a few weeks, just to be by myself and think. It was now early March, I knew the ice would be off the lake and there was plenty of firewood.

I shopped for provisions, loading my SUV to the point of it feeling heavy to drive. I planned to get up early, head for the mountains, a nice pleasant 3 hour drive.

It was cold the next morning, I didn't think much about it. By the time I was starting up the mountain it was snowing lightly and a stiff gusty breeze sprang up. 

It got much worse, I reached down and pulled the rig into 4 wheel drive, reasonably sure that I could make it the last 20 miles to the turnoff to the lake.

I rounded the next to last turn and saw the marks in the snow where a vehicle had lost control.

The skid marks continued on and over a small embankment.

I pulled over and stopped, tugging my heavy jacket tightly against the biting cold and wind. I rushed to the embankment, a small Toyota lay on it's top about 20 feet down below. The front tire was still slowly rotating, this had just happened, someone was inside.

No time to call on my cell phone, I wasn't sure I could get a signal anyway. I worked my way down the bank, looked inside. The driver was still strapped in the seat, not moving, both arms hanging limply downwards.

I tried the door to no avail, the top had it jammed solid, so I worked my way around to the other side, It was jammed also.

I could smell fuel, I didn't like that at all.

Picking up a rock, I smashed the passenger side window and crawled in, expecting any second to be engulfed in flames.

I managed to get underneath what I now knew was a woman, I struggled to release the seat harness, it wouldn't budge. Reaching over, I picked up a piece of the front window that was still fairly intact and tried to saw at the belts.

The glass was in shards, held together by the thin plastic safety liner, it just came apart. I remembered my knife in the kit back in my SUV, started to climb back out.

For some reason I thought to check the glove compartment, it popped open at a touch of the button, revealing a small first aid kit. Sure enough, there was a razor blade.

I cut the belt, the woman's body fell on me, causing me to work hard to get free enough to drag her out through the window.

It took me 20 minutes to work my way back up the bank, she was completely limp but I had detected her breathing so she was alive.

I was totally exhausted by the time I made it to the top, I forced myself to drag her to my vehicle. Gasping for breath, I checked her lips for bubbles, blood, that was fine but she was pasty white and her respiration was very slow.

She was obviously into shock. I made sure she was on her side just in case of some internal injury, I didn't want her to drown in her own fluids.

I turned on the heater full blast, sat for a moment to catch my breath. Carrying a limp human body is a lot like trying to eat soup with a knitting needle. 

Then I headed for my cabin. That would be faster than trying to drive back out, besides, it was now snowing very heavily and the wind was beginning to whip the branches wildly.

I knew I had to get her warm, and quickly.

I left her in the vehicle with the engine running to keep her as warm as possible, ran inside and quickly built a fire in the fireplace. I had no good kindling, rather than waste time trying to cut some I just ripped several shingles off the inside walls. I started a fire in the wood stove, too, and turned on the one small space heater full blast.

I set a small pot of water on the stove to warm, the cabin had no water heater.

Back out at my rig, I managed to pick her up and carried her inside, placing her on my bed. She showed no signs of coming to, I stripped her coat off, checked her arms and body for something broken.

Finding nothing, I removed her blouse and stripped the tan slacks off, leaving her in just a bra and simple white panties. I began to rub her skin briskly.

She was warming now, her skin took on a slight pinkish hue but her lips still looked blue. There was blood running fron a gash on her lower left leg, I washed and bandaged that from my stores of emergency suppplies.

Feeling around her neck and head, I found the lump just above the hairline, it was soft and swollen. There was no cut so I washed the area, then rolled her on her side. There seemed to be no other injuries except for an angry red mark that I took to be caused by the seat harness. Her face was puffy now, probably from the air bag deploying, I remembered having to push that back out of the way.

I reached hehind and tripped the catch on her bra, noticing it fit her rather tightly. I was concerned that it might be interfering with her breathing, she was still breathing rather slowly but seemed to be improving as her body warmed up.

I tried to not notice as her breasts swung free but I couldn't help it, she was nicely built and young, in shape. I reached down and removed the simply white cotton panties, noticing in spite of myself that she was completely bare, obviously a fresh wax job.

I quickly pulled a blanket up and over her, tucking it in snugly, feeling a little ashamed of myself for not being able to avert my eyes.

I checked her pulse, it was rising as was her breathing. I got a couple of pillows, placed them on my old wooden rocker chair and sat down to wait.

I had already tried my cell phone, of course it read no signal. Outside, the wind was screaming now, every few minutes I could hear a piece of a branch or some debris strike the building.

I planned to stay awake, that didn't work. I was asleep within minutes.

I woke up, the room was cooling so I refreshed the fires. The little cabin held heat fairly well, in no time it was up to 75 degrees.

A quick check on the woman showed she was still out cold. I applied a cool towel to the lump on her head, she gave off a soft low moan but didn't respond further. I lifted the blanket and checked her leg, the bleeding had stopped so I changed it for a fresh one, using some healing ointment from my first aid kit.

I thought about it for a moment, rationalizing that I needed to check for any injuries I might have missed. I again felt carefully up and down her arms and both legs, then I slid the blanket down, baring her breasts and abdomen. 

She really was quite beautiful. I tried again to not really look, though with little success.

I checked her ribs and all seemed fine except for the red welt was now swollen even more. I got a cool damp towel and pressed it to the swelling, but that didn't seem to have much effect.

I pulled the blanket back from her lower body, looking at her hips and sides for signs of swelling. Once again her nude body caught my attention, I again quickly recovered her and retreated to my chair.

I slept again.

I woke up to the wind even louder, looking out I could see it was daytime, I had slept most of the evening and night. There was a solid 3 feet of snow on the ground, the upwind side was piled up and blocking the windows, the downwind side was almost stripped bare.

I guessed the wind to be a steady 60 MPH and perhaps more, with gusts causing the rock solid little cabin to actually shudder.

I went to the stove, made some coffee. I had barely poured a cup when I heard her voice.

"That smells so good." she said.

Startled, I looked over at her, she was lying there on her back looking at me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Groggy, I am sore. Can I have some of that?"

I quickly poured her a cup, carried it over to her. She sat up to take it, the movement caused the blanket to slip down baring her breasts.

She looked down, quickly pulled the blanket back up.

"Oh!"

"I'm sorry, you were in an accident, I had to check."

Her big eyes looked up at me, then around the room. She reached for the cup, took a sip.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"I am Dan. We are at my cabin. This is Wildwood acres, by Mountainview lake."

"Oh. I am Kimberly....Kim.  What happened?" 

"Accident. I found your car, pulled you out and brought you here."

"Oh. Yes, I remember, it slid. I couldn't steer."

She looked at me, up and down.

"Why not to town, to the hospital?"

"I couldn't, the storm."

She listened, realized. The wind was still screaming outside.

"How bad is it?"

"Pretty bad, we are snowed in."

She set the cup down on the table by my bed, lifted the covers and looked.

"Oh God. I am naked."

"Sorry, I had to check, I had to warm you up. You were going into shock."

"Can I have my clothes?" She was blushing furiously.

"Sure."

I gathered up her clothes, set them on the bed.

"I will tend the fire while you dress." I told her, turning my back.

"Thank you."

I added some sticks to the flames, the fire almost instantly leaped and caught. I held my hands to the fire, hearing the soft rustling of her as she dressed.

I did my best to put the vision of her lying there nude out of my head.

"All right." she said as she stepped up beside me to the fire.

"Thank you for helping me." she said simply.

"No problem. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, starving! What do we have?"

I caught the "we" in that, smiled.

"No shortage, I stocked up for a six week's stay."

"Oh, God! Are we going to be stuck here that long?"

"I doubt it, storms like this are rare this late in the year." I thought I could hear the wind easing already anyway.

"Very likely the roads will be clear in just a couple of days."

"Oh! My car! What about that?"

"I am afraid it is done for."

"My suitcase? In the trunk?"

"Sorry, I didn't get it."

"No time." I added.

I went outside to the SUV, snow was piled up on one side so I opened the door on the other side and started carrying the boxes inside.

"Do you want me to help?" she asked.

"No, I want you to rest." I told her.

She sat down in the old rocker chair, she was fast asleep when I came back in with the second load. I just went ahead and finished unpacking, then stocked the shelves and put everything away.

Then I went out to the shed and threw the switch from main power to my generator, the power would go off shortly anyway, I knew. It had electric start, it took just seconds and the engine was chugging away.

She woke up to the smell of bacon frying, I had potatos and onions, some pancakes with syrup. I fixed a plate, she ate it all and looked around for more. I had expected that, offered her another serving.

Finally satiated, she got up and went to the sink to wash the dishes.

"Where is the hot water?" she asked, looking at the single faucet.

"Here." I said, showing her the little firebox under a small tank above the sink. I built a small fire, in a few minutes it was hot. I adjusted the valves to where the water trickled warmly.

She quickly washed the dishes as I put things away.

Then she went and sat down in the rocker. I made a mental note to make another chair, the rocker was the only one in the room. There was a simple wooden bench and table, that was it.

I sat on the bed.

"Are there any books?" she asked.

"How about TV?"

"We have TV?" she looked around the room, curious.

"Sure." I went over to the wall cabinet, opened the double doors. I touched the switch, the TV came on.

"You get reception way up here?"

"Yes, satellite."

"Oh."

The screen came on just in time to hear the words "Storm of the Century!" from the announcer. They went into detail about 5 foot snowfalls, 100 and more MPH gusts in some areas. I didn't think we had it quite that bad and I was thankful, the little cabin was solid but still..

We spent the afternoon watching a few different TV shows, then I cooked a small dinner of beans and hamburger. She ate and again washed the dishes, watching as I built the tiny fire to heat the water.

"Movie?" I asked Kim.

"Sure." I showed her my collection, she picked one and stuck it into the player.

"This is pretty nice!" she said looking around.

The movie began to play, I looked over at her and she was sound asleep again.

I picked her up and put her on the bed, tucking a blanket around her snugly. I checked the lump on her head, it seemed to have gone down some, so I let her sleep.

I spent the night in the rocker.

The next morning I woke up to hear water running and Kim humming. She had found my little wash basin tub and simple shower, somehow got a fire going and was taking a bath. The wash area had barely room for the toilet and the round basin, the wooden door had to be opened to get out.

I heard the water stop, the door cracked open and Kim peeked out. I had built a small tiled area just outside the door to stand on and dry off. The cabin wasn't intended for company, certainly not mixed company.

"How do I...?"  

I could see she hadn't thought of that part.

"Just a second, I will get you a towel." I kept those on a shelf just outside the door.

I handed her one of the larger ones, she shut the door.

I grinned to myself, knowing. That was almost impossible.

"Oh, the hell with it! You have already seen me naked!" 

She opened the door and stepped out almost in defiance, closed the door behind her and began to dry off.

I just smiled, glancing away while she dried off and dressed.

When she was finished, I had her set in the chair while I checked and redressed the wound on her leg, it was healing nicely. Then I checked her head, it was almost completely back to normal. Even the puffiness in her face was almost gone.

"Well, I think you will live." I told her.

Her hair hung damply, I got a soft towel and dried it for her as she sat there, then I handed her my one hairbrush. She brushed out her brown hair until it was soft and full.

Then I added some small sticks to the fire in the washroom.

"I am going to take a short bath, too." I told her.

"OK." She turned on the TV, I undressed and stepped into the trickle of warm water, soaped down and rinsed off. I felt better almost instantly. I stepped out and got a towel, not looking her way. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was watching me, though. I just kept my back to her and dried off.


Storm of the Century



We were buried under the flannel sheets and the down comforter, our naked bodies touching as much as we could manage, so when she asked the question, the stark reality of it pulled me out of the moment briefly.

"If I got pregnant, what would you do?" she suddenly asked. I pulled away from her a little so I could look into her eyes. Her big brown eyes turned up to me and looked back, unblinking.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked in response, with a stomach suddenly full of butterflies. Her beautiful face broke into a smile and she actually giggled.

"You mean like did I forget to take a pill or something?" she replied, "No, it just occurred to me. We've been friends for a long time and we've essentially taken our friendship to a very different level – a level that could have that potential consequence. I don't think it is a likely consequence, but I just wondered nonetheless."

I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. I didn't even need to think about my answer.

"If, during this, our first occasion of having sex together, despite you being on the pill, we created a baby this weekend, I would take it as a sign. I would take it as a sign that after all these years, we were meant to be together. I would ask you to marry me and want to raise our child together. And I would love you forever."

My response may have been a little deeper than she was expecting. Her eyes welled up with tears and she smiled before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her. When she pulled away again and looked into my earnest face, she asked, "Do you love me?"

"Tre," I started, "I have loved you for a long time. But I think it has taken a long time and a lot of growth and change in both of us to bring us to where we are today, right now. I really feel that if we had dated at some point in the past, it wouldn't have worked. I feel that right now, at this moment, everything is coming together. Even the snow outside, I think, is part of the big plan. It certainly played its part in making this weekend happen the way it did."

The snow outside was about 26 inches deep at that point. It had effectively kept us in Theresa's apartment for over 30 hours so far with little to do but make love and relish each other's company. The whole thing – the weekend, the snow and the turning point in both of our lives – had started on Friday night, as weekends generally do. My roommate, Rob, had ditched his girlfriend so we could go to a titty bar. One of his coworkers had given him some sort of special passes to get us into a back room with a smaller bar and better access to the dancers. Titty bars had never really been my thing, but I was curious about this back room, so I gave it a shot.

Neither of us ended up being all that impressed so we were there for less than two hours. From there, we headed to a party at a friend's apartment, which was pretty tame. We hung out for a while, socializing and downing a couple of beers, then decided to call it a night. It was around midnight and the snow had just started to fall. The forecasters were predicting a big storm, but everybody seemed to be taking that with a grain of salt.

We got home and Rob called is girlfriend. It was a short call – he basically woke her up and she said she'd be right over. I checked our messages and was pleasantly surprised that there was one from Theresa from a few hours ago. She was just calling to see what was up, since we hadn't talked in a while. I admit I was feeling a little bit buzzed when I decided to go ahead and call her back at that hour. Of course, she was asleep but didn't seem too upset that I had woken her up. I asked her what she was doing, knowing full well she'd been sleeping.

"I'm talking on the phone," was her smart-ass reply, "prior to which I was sleeping."

"So, you're in bed," I said in my best seductive voice.

"Yes," she replied, "that's where I do most of my sleeping."

"I'll bet your bed is so warm and cozy," I continued, really hamming up the "love" voice, "Any chance I could come over and join you?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," was her matter-of-fact reply.

"Oh, come on, Tre. You know I could be over there in five minutes and in the morning, I would be there to help shovel your car out."

"Why don't you just come over in the morning and shovel it out?"

"I can't. The roads will be blocked with snow."

"Then why do I need my car shoveled out?"

"So that when the roads are clear, you can get out and drive it."

"Why don't you come over when the roads are clear and shovel my car out?"

"I'll be too tired from shoveling my own car out. If I come over tonight and park next to your car, in the morning we can work together to shovel them both out."

Our conversation continued along this vein for a while, me trying to convince her to let me come over and her trying to think of reasons for me not to. I felt like I was wearing her down and, even though I had never been to that particular apartment of hers, I had myself convinced that I really needed to spend the night there. I was at the point where I didn't even care if nothing happened between us, I just wanted to be in her bed that night and if I had to stay home in my own bed, I'd be sorely disappointed. It got to where I was practically begging and her resolve was weakening. I told her that no matter what happened, she knew we would have a good time and she agreed.

"Plus," I continued, "since we'll be snowed in tomorrow, you know that I won't get up in the morning and run off." I think that was what finally got her. I suspect every woman fears that if she lets a guy into her bed, if he isn't gone before she wakes up, he will be soon after. I'd been that guy a few times myself.

"Okay," she finally said, "I'm getting up to unlock the door, so you better be here soon so no one else comes in and attacks me." I told her I was on my way out the door and hung up. Glancing out the window, I saw that the snow was falling harder and there was already a light coating on the ground. I grabbed some warm clothes and some condoms, threw them in a bag and went by Rob's room. His girlfriend hadn't arrived yet so he was watching TV. I explained to him what was going on and he seemed impressed that I had talked my way into Theresa's bed at that late hour. My buzz was completely gone at that point, so I grabbed my keys and left. I had to brush the snow off my car as it warmed up, but was quickly on the road.

Theresa lived literally five minutes away in an upstairs apartment in an old house that had been converted into four apartments. In fact, my brother lived in the apartment directly below her, coincidentally. On the drive over, I was thinking about how my brother had told me that the only noise he ever heard from her was when she wore her cowboy boots. Her floors weren't carpeted, so the sound of her heels carried right through his ceiling. It wasn't a complaint, though, it was just an observation on his part.

For some reason, after he told me that, I had this vision of Theresa walking around her apartment wearing nothing but the cowboy boots. I don't know why. I had never seen her naked, but I had this picture of her, totally in the buff, her cowboy boots clunking on the floor. I'm sure I had even masturbated to that vision. I had recalled this whole thing when thinking about her getting out of bed to unlock the door. If she slept naked, she'd probably just dash across to the door naked, unlock it and jump back in bed. Would she pause long enough to pull on her cowboy boots? Probably not.

The snow didn't slow down my trip much; the roads were still pretty clear. I arrived and parked my Civic in back right next to Theresa's Saturn. I wasn't worried about running into my brother or his friends at that late hour, but I walked around the opposite side of the house anyway. I quietly entered the front door and ascended the stairs to her apartment door. As she had said, it was unlocked, but it wasn't as dark inside as I had expected. She had apparently not jumped right back in bed after unlocking the door, as there were a number of candles lit both in this, the living room, and in what I presumed to be the bedroom. I hadn't laced up my boots, so I just stepped out of them by the front door and dropped my coat and bag beside them. I locked the door and made my way to the next room, which was, in fact, the bedroom. Theresa hadn't said anything yet, but as I approached the bed I could see that she had been watching me from the time I entered.

"Hi," she said softly, her head the only thing visible among the pillows and comforter. I knelt down beside the bed and brushed a stray lock of hair out off her forehead.

"Hi," I replied, "you look cozy."

"I am," she agreed, "but the other side of the bed is freezing cold, so I'm glad you're here to warm it up."

"So am I," I replied, "What's the dress code?"

"Stick a hand under here and find out for yourself." I slid my hand up under the comforter and flannel sheets and the first thing I encountered was her bare arm. I ran my hand up her arm toward her shoulder.

"Okay, feels like short sleeved, no, sleeveless, no, strapless," I had reached her shoulder and traced my fingers along her collarbone, then down between her bare breasts, "um, topless," I crossed the soft skin of her stomach and moved toward her hip and down her leg, "and bottomless, wait," I brought my hand back up to her stomach and slid it down until I barely touched the top of her bush, "ah, at least I don't have to shave first." I slid my hand out from under the covers. Theresa had a smile and a faraway look on her face. "I guess the dress code is birthday suits only?" Theresa nodded so I stood up.

I started to unbutton my top shirt while she softly hummed some striptease music for me. I pulled the tails out as I unbuttoned, then let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. Next, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. I pushed my jeans off my hips and let them drop to my ankles, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now I was wearing just boxer briefs, a black t-shirt and socks. I pulled the socks off with my feet while pulling the t-shirt over my head and was soon wearing only the briefs.

On the drive over, I'd had butterflies in my stomach, not really knowing what to expect once I got there. Since slipping my hand under the covers and discovering Theresa to be nude, however, I had become quite aroused. I wasn't too concerned that Theresa would be shocked by my state, even though it may have been presumptuous of me to assume that she would be expecting it. In any case, the front of my boxer briefs was being pushed out by my rigid cock. I was watching Theresa's eyes as I grabbed the waistband, and they were locked below my waist. I pushed my boxer briefs down slowly, my cock gradually being exposed until it popped up and pointed at her. I noticed her eyes getting wide and her curious smirk turning into a smile. My briefs dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

I walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. It wasn't exactly freezing, but it was definitely warmer the closer I got to Theresa. I reached out for her and found my hand on her hip, so I pulled her closer to me as I maneuvered closer to her. Her arms went around my neck and she brought her lips up to meet mine. This wasn't the first time we'd kissed, but it was the first time we'd kissed while naked together. My cock was a steel rod between us and, as I moved closer to her, the head brushed against her pubes. She reached down between us and grasped it in her small, warm hand, stroking it gently and rubbing the head against her clit. I slid my own hand around from her hip to her ass, running it over the smooth globe.

I pulled her as I rolled over onto my back, so that she was on top of me still holding my cock against her pussy. Getting her knees under her, she held my cock at the opening of her pussy and sat down on it. Her pussy was hot and wet and she was clearly very worked up. Her tits, which I had never seen uncovered before, were hanging right in front of me. I brought my hands up to them as she started to move up and down on my cock. Her tits were average size but she had really big areolas topping them and her nipples were nice and hard. Raising my head slightly, I licked around her areolas, switching from one titty to the other before alternately sucking each of her nipples.

Her pussy felt amazing sliding up and down my rod and she appeared to be enjoying the ride. I just lay there, licking and sucking her nipples, essentially letting her do all the work in the hopes that she would get off. I was so horned up, between the titty bar and being here with her, that I was afraid I'd be done in just a few seconds. That was part of the reason I'd pulled her on top of me so quickly – staying power. A condom probably would have been helpful, as well, but I had completely forgotten about them. I murmured something about getting one and she replied between moans not to worry about it, that she was on the pill. 

She rode me for about ten minutes before slowing down and shuddering as her orgasm passed through her. I pushed deeply into her, hoping that would help with the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Pulling her down against me so I could kiss her, we slid our tongues into each other's mouths. My cock was still buried deep into her, so I rolled her over onto her back. As I continued to kiss her, I started pumping my cock in and out of the snug, slippery confines of her pussy again. Having made sure that she was satisfied, it was now my turn for an intense climax. I just kept pushing into her, thinking there is no way a pussy could feel better that Theresa's. I wanted to fuck her for the rest of my life. After 2 or 3 minutes of hard thrusting, I felt an orgasm unlike any I'd experienced before washing over me. I don't think there was any blood going to my brain at all as I started shooting my load deep into one of my dearest friends.

I collapsed on top of her as we both panted, trying to catch our breath. We were no longer feeling the chill of the snow outside, our bodies damp with sweat. I rolled off to her side, fearing I was too heavy and not wanting to squash her. She continued to hold me tightly, pressing her face against my shoulder. Prior to this night, we had never gone beyond a little making out and now it was going to be important that we were both on the same page when we parted company at the end of this weekend. Theresa pulled back from me slightly and, looking into my eyes in the dim, candlelit room, asked one question:

"Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Because it wouldn't have been like this if we had done it at another time, under a different circumstance," I answered, sounding unusually deep, especially given the late hour. It was now around 1 am and we were both having trouble keeping our eyelids up. Tre had enough of her wits about her to get up and extinguish all of the candles and I admired her nude figure moving about the apartment until it was too dark to see it any longer. She was back in bed, snuggled up against me, quickly and before long we were both asleep.

The next morning, I woke enough to realize Theresa was getting out of bed, but not enough to ask where she was going or what time it was. I dozed off again pretty quickly. I stirred a little bit again when I felt her get back into bed, but I didn't feel her snuggle up against me this time. What I did feel was her hand on my semi-rigid cock, followed by the warm, moist environment of her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as she began to blow me. I began to wake more and more, and I don't mean just below my waist. I was able to determine that she was on her hands and knees and her ass was just a few feet from my head. I lifted the covers, letting in enough light so that I could see her head bobbing up and down and my cock disappearing between her lips. Damn was she good!

Looking to my right, I saw Theresa's breasts hanging down, so I reached out and cupped the closer one. Her nipple was hard against my palm, but she didn't start at my attention; she was focused on the task at hand. After fondling it for a moment or two, I removed my hand from her breast and ran it over her ass, then between her legs. Her pussy was wet again, so I toyed with it before pulling her over toward me. While still sucking my cock, she maneuvered into a 69, positioning her pussy over my face.

I don't know if my dick could have gotten any harder, but staring up at her pussy, it sure felt like it did. I immediately slipped a finger into her while raising my head enough to start licking her clit. This time, she did pause long enough to let out a moan before returning to sucking my cock. She really was a fantastic cocksucker, knowing exactly what to do not only with her mouth, but with her hands and her tongue as well. Despite being focused on licking her pussy and trying to get her to an orgasm, I could feel an orgasm of my own coming on. I continued to work on her, trying to get her to orgasm, even as I felt my cock swelling within the confines of her mouth. I paused only as I felt my load shooting from the end of my cock, a wave of pleasure washing over me. As Theresa swallowed my cum, I went back to trying to make her cum.

Theresa let my limp cock drop from her mouth as she rested her head on my thigh. She was getting more vocal the longer I worked on her. I just hoped that I was giving her as much pleasure as she had given me. It sounded as though she was enjoying herself, so that was encouraging. I was sliding a single digit in and out of the snug, slippery confines of her pussy while my tongue lapped at her engorged clit. I could feel her starting to move her hips in rhythm with my licking and her moans were getting shorter and closer together. It was only a few minutes after I had cum that she let out a long cry and I felt her body shudder and suddenly I was slurping up a fresh flow of her pungent juice.

Maneuvering around again, Theresa lay next to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back hard. When I finally let her go, she asked me how I like my coffee as she began to climb out of bed again. I told her and, before she headed back to the kitchen, she said that she'd turned the heat up enough so that we wouldn't have to get dressed if we didn't want to. She also suggested that I look out the window to check out the snowfall. I crawled to the edge of the bed then walked over to the window. I was stunned! There was at least 12 inches of snow already on the ground and it was still coming down hard. As I stood there naked watching the snow fall, Theresa came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me with a cup of coffee in one hand. I took the coffee and she just wrapped her arms tightly around me and looked out the window with me. After a few minutes and a few sips of coffee, I turned away from the window and set the cup down on the top of her dresser, which was beside the window. I took her hands as I faced her and just looked her over.

"I've been trying to picture you naked since, well, pretty much since I met you," I told her, "You look even more amazing than I could have imagined, so forgive me if I seem like a kid in a candy shop."

I led her back over to the bed and had her lay down right in the middle of it. Kneeling beside her, I first ran my fingers over her face and down her neck. I placed a hand on each breast, feeling their shape and size and her hard nipples against my palms. I leaned down to kiss her, then kissed down her neck to her tits. I licked around each of her areolas and sucked on her nipples. Straightening up again, I ran my hands over her ribs and her smooth stomach and down to her hips. Moving around, I repositioned myself kneeling between her legs.




Storm of the Century



I ran my hands from her hips, down her thighs and shins to her feet, then back up again. I gazed upon her nude form before me, appreciating it like no man before me probably ever had. Her pretty face, her firm, young tits, her waist and hips, her legs and, finally, what was in between. I looked at the trim brown bush before me, which I had forever wanted to see, to eat, to fuck and now had done all three. I could feel the blood beginning to return to my groin and I leaned down for a closer look at her pussy. I pushed her legs apart and admired the grooming job and her pussy lips before spreading them open and eyeballing her clit. Theresa was already moaning softly before I leaned in and began to lick her clit again. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and pumped it in and out as I lapped at her clit. Theresa grabbed my head and held handfuls of hair as I ate her pussy. I worked on her pussy until I knew she was good and worked up, then raised my head and crawled up her body.

I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed, dropping down on top of her. We began to make out as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. I lost track of time as we made love in the missionary position for what seemed like ages. I felt her tongue in my mouth and her warm flesh beneath me, the warm grip of her pussy stroking my cock. The world could have come to an end but I never would have noticed, I was so lost in her. Theresa was pushing her hips up at my incoming thrusts and, after some period of time I couldn't even define, she shuddered beneath me as she came. As her orgasm increased the lubrication in her pussy, there was no way I could have held out any longer myself even if I had wanted to. I pumped her amazing pussy maybe a half dozen more times before I was shooting off my load. I rolled off next to her again and we gazed into each other's eyes.

"We've spent less than 12 hours together so far and already this is the best weekend of my life," Theresa confessed. I agreed and pointed out that we still had more than 24 hours of weekend ahead of us. "Then we better get some nutrition," she said. We got up, I grabbed my coffee and we headed to the kitchen. The bathroom was just off the kitchen, so I set my coffee cup on the counter and ducked in to take a leak. The bathroom was immaculate. Of course, being a guy and living with another guy, the bathroom I was accustomed to was a pit. Theresa's tub was great and it looked like she used it for the occasional soak. I had a vision of the two of us in there that I knew would be fulfilled before the weekend was over.

Back in the kitchen, Theresa was debating about what would make a good breakfast, having piled a few things on the counter. I knew what I wanted as soon as I entered the small room. I grabbed the bear-shaped honey container off the counter and squeezed some honey onto Theresa's distended nipples. Before it could drip off onto the floor, I had set the container down and was sucking on her nipples.

Once I was sure they were clean and had raised my head, Theresa grabbed the plastic container of cream cheese sitting beside the package of bagels and removed the lid. As she dropped to her knees, she dipped her fingers into the plastic container. My cock began to respond as she spread the cream cheese on it and began to really grow as she sucked it off.

She stood once I was cleaned off and looked at me as if to say "quid pro quo" so I looked around. Taking a banana from the bunch, I began to peel it as Theresa's eyes got wide. I had her sit on the small table that barely fit in her small kitchen and dropped to my knees before her. Setting the peel aside, I gently inserted half of the banana into Theresa's slick pussy. I started nibbling from the end and, as the rest of it gradually slid out, I continued to eat it until there was none left. By this point I had another raging hard-on. I stood and, grasping it in my fist, guided it toward the space recently vacated by the banana. I pushed myself into Theresa's pussy again as she leaned back. The table was so small that she was sitting on the edge and leaning against the wall at the same time. I leaned forward, my palms flat on the table, and began to kiss her neck as I fucked her again.

Theresa wrapped her arms and legs around me and moaned in my ear as I pumped in and out of her. It was amazing – if you had asked me 24 hours earlier if I thought there was any chance I'd be fucking Theresa any time in the near future, I'd have said no friggin' way. We'd known each other for almost 10 years, and I'd probably lusted after her tight body for the entire time, but we'd become good friends and the most we'd ever done was some making out. It was rapidly becoming apparent that there was a definite sexual chemistry between us. There was no question that we were both very into our newfound activity but where would it lead us? Would we just become fuck buddies or something more? I wasn't actually thinking about these questions as I banged her on her kitchen table.

The table itself was banging against the wall with each thrust and I did briefly wonder whether my brother was hearing it and putting two and two together. Mostly, though, I was reveling in the fact that Theresa's sweet, snug pussy was currently milking another orgasm out of my throbbing member. The noise the table made as it slammed against the wall was drowned out to me as Theresa moaned louder and louder into my ear. We were really in synch because I could feel my own orgasm getting closer the wetter her pussy seemed to get. When her moans became some sort of squeaks and I could feel a quiver in her pussy, my cock started to spasm itself, sending another jet of cum into Theresa.

We held each other as we recovered, then I helped Theresa off the table and we kissed again. We decided on what to eat, gathered it up and headed to the couch with both of our coffee cups topped off. We turned on the news to see how badly the snow was screwing everything else up. With an afghan draped over us, we ate and watched as foolish news reporters stood out in the blowing snow talking about what was closed and why you shouldn't go out if you didn't have to.

When Tre got up to use the bathroom, I grabbed her phone and called my roommate. I told him I just didn't want him to worry that I was frozen in my car somewhere because Theresa had sent me packing. He asked how things were going and I told him better than my best-case scenario and not to expect me home any time soon. I asked if they were doing like we were, sitting around naked. He responded that now that he knew I wouldn't be home soon, they probably would be. I told him to take some pictures then said goodbye. Theresa was back and we snuggled under the afghan as we continued to watch the news. I don't know how long we had been watching when I felt her hand creep into my lap and wrap around my limp tool. She just casually toyed with it while we watched and it gradually began to grow.

Once I was completely rigid, Theresa threw off the afghan and swung her leg over me. She guided my cock to its destination and sat down on it. I was very pleased by this position for two main reasons: first, her tits were right in my face, so I immediately started licking and sucking them and, second, my hands went right to her ass cheeks and held on as she rode up and down on my cock. Pussy, ass and tits all in the process of making me happy at the same time. I ran my hands up and down over her cheeks while tracing circles around her areolas with my tongue and sucking on her nipples as she, holding onto the back of the couch, rose and descended.

I was still amazed by how her pussy felt – so snug, so slippery and so warm. I don't know how I didn't just cum each time I entered her. I was feeling more pleasure fucking her than I could have imagined. I was living the dream, although up to that point the dream had been just to have non-committal free-reign over her tight body for brief periods of time. The dream was quickly changing to something more serious – the long-standing friendship was combining with the sexual chemistry to create a whole new level of potential good times. Of course I didn't know if Theresa was feeling this way, too, but I was kind of getting that vibe from her.

She just continued riding up and down my stiff prick, her pace increasing with the volume of the noises that were escaping from her. I was feeling that amazing pussy of hers drawing yet another orgasm out of me and began to push upward off the couch cushion each time she lowered herself. When I finally started cumming, I was briefly concerned about leaving her unsatisfied, but with the first or second shot, she let out a yelp and I could feel her shuddering. She finally went limp in my arms and sat there catching her breath while my shrinking cock began to slip out of her.

After a few minutes, she got up and headed to the bathroom and I couldn't help but watch her ass until it was out of sight. I watched her as she crossed the floor on her return as well and was prompted to ask her where she kept her cowboy boots. She responded that they were in the bedroom closet, but wondered why I was asking. I spilled the beans about my fantasy, including its origin, and she chuckled that sweet, endearing laugh of hers. She headed into the bedroom and when she returned, she did so noisily, her boots clunking across the wood floor.

She paraded around a bit before coming to sit next to me, keeping the boots on. My cock tried valiantly to revive, but it was just plain exhausted – for the time being, at least. I told her how much I appreciated her indulging me and gave her a kiss. We watched TV for a while longer with her eventually ditching the boots next to the couch. The snow continued to pile up and the shivering reporters continued to tell the same stories over and over. Eventually, we both dozed off.

I don't know how much time passed before Theresa got up. I didn't wake up until I heard water running in the bathroom. It sounded like she was filling the tub. She had turned the TV off when she got up and when she came back into the living room, she sought out just the right CD to play. I'm not sure she knew I was awake, so I just stared at her ass feeling other parts of me beginning to wake up, too. She put on something mellow and when she turned and saw that I was awake, she coaxed me up. Together we went to the bathroom where a very sudsy bath was about done filling. The only light came from a bunch of candles scattered about the room.

Tre had me get in the tub first and lean against the end. She got in and leaned back against me and we sat there in the hot water listening to the tunes from the other room. I had to tell her how much this beat being outside anywhere right now. She agreed. We talked just a little bit, and softly at that, wondering what our other friends were up to today, how shocked they'd be if they knew what we were up to and how much snow we'd end up with.

It was very relaxing to be soaking in the hot water, enjoying the smells and the music. The bath oil in the water made her smooth skin feel slick, so after a while I was running my hands over her shoulders and arms and finally around to her tits. Her nipples were hard, despite the warmth of the water and the room itself. I toyed with them gently before sliding my hands down over her belly and between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the tub, allowing me access to her goodies, which I began to stimulate with both hands. I gently rubbed her clit while inserting a finger into her pussy. Tre let out a contented moan and continued to relax against me as I worked on her. My cock was beginning to grow against her back.

Tre had put her hair up before we got in the tub, so I was also kissing the back of her neck and nibbling her earlobes. Her hands went from gripping my knees to playing with her tits and nipples. I knew she was approaching another orgasm, but before she actually got there, she took my hands off of her and maneuvered around to face me. She leaned in to press her lips against mine as she repositioned herself to straddle me. She grasped my cock and guided the head to her lips, then sat down hard on it. Grasping the edge of the tub behind me, she began to ride up and down, making waves in the bathwater. I ran my hands around to her ass to pull her down on me while raising my head to lick her hardened nipples just above me.

Tre continued to amaze me because I never knew before how sexually charged she was. She was making it clear to me that, not only was she really into having sex, she was also very good at it. This revelation was resulting in a change to my own attitude. Where I had always thought that I'd be satisfied to get naked with her once or twice, just for the experience and to satisfy my curiosity, I was now starting to feel that I wanted more than just that. Part of it was that I never expected the sex to be so good. Maybe I had always assumed a lack of experience on her part and, therefore, had low expectations. I don't know if she had more experience than I was expecting or if she was just a natural but, to be honest, it didn't matter. I was pleased to be on the receiving end and I was hoping to keep myself in that position.

I had abandoned Theresa's nipples and relaxed against the end of the tub with my eyes closed when her noises and actions indicated she was approaching yet another orgasm. I knew I could time mine to coincide with hers, so I let myself go, pushing myself as deeply into her as I could. Just as I felt myself beginning to swell within her, I also felt her lubrication increasing. For the first time that weekend, at the exact moment when Theresa began to cum, I started shooting a load deep into her as well. We had achieved simultaneous orgasms.

After a couple minutes of recovery time, Theresa stood and reached for a towel, drying herself as she stepped from the tub. She handed me a towel as I stood and, with her towel wrapped around her, reached over to drain the tub. I dried off and tied the towel around my waist as we headed to the kitchen. I checked the clock, having lost track of the time for most of the day and wasn't surprised that it was after 5:30pm. We spent some time pulling together a decent dinner, which we ate at her small kitchen table still wearing our towels. We opened a bottle of wine, too, and by the time we adjourned to the living room again, I was starting to feel a slight buzz. I checked out the window to find the snow still falling with somewhere around 24 inches piled up by then.

Just after we'd turned the TV on again to see what was going on in the outside world, the phone rang. It occurred to me that this was the first call Theresa had received all day. It ended up being her sister, Michelle, calling to check up on her. Without going into too much detail, she let her sister know that she had company to get her through the long, boring day. I heard my name and "No, I'm not kidding," as Theresa headed toward her bedroom to continue the conversation. They talked for a while as I caught up on the weather conditions. When she came back, I called Rob to see what was going on with him. It turned out to be pretty much the same as what we were up to. Nobody had called to check up on me, so I let him go and we went back to watching TV.

We finished the bottle of wine and headed to bed at a relatively early hour. We didn't make love again before we fell asleep but snuggled our naked bodies against each other. The combination of wine and the day's activities put us out pretty quickly.

I don't remember Tre getting out of bed the next morning, but when I heard her clunking across the floor, I knew she had donned her cowboy boots again so I was quickly awake. I watched her as she approached through the living room, my dick getting rock hard seeing the vision I'd had so many times in my head. She was naked, her breasts bouncing slightly as she walked, and I was once again in awe of how great she looked. She stopped by the bed and stood there with her hands on her hips, smiling at me. I threw the covers back, exposing my raging hard on and enlightening her to what she had caused.

Getting up to my knees, I shuffled to the edge of the bed, my stiff cock pointing the way. I took her in my arms and, after laying a kiss on her, pulled her around until she was laying on her back on the bed. I moved her around until I was above her and between her legs, then guided my cock into her waiting pussy. As I pushed into her, I hooked her legs over my arms and could feel her boots against my ribs. I was living my fantasy, fucking Theresa, naked but for her cowboy boots. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly while pumping my cock in and out of her dripping pussy.

Her knees were practically touching her tits as the heels of her boots rested on my back. We looked into each other's eyes as I fucked her hard and I could see the smoldering passion within hers. She couldn't raise her hips to meet my thrusts in this position, but it didn't look like she was missing out on anything because of it. She started out pretty quiet, but the longer I thrust into her, the more vocal she got. Her hands came up to play with her tits and her mouth hung agape while her eyelids fluttered. She was approaching another orgasm, which pleased me to no end. I loved that she had no problem cumming and seemed to do it pretty quickly. That familiar surge of lubrication flooded her pussy, so I knew it was just a matter of time. I could feel the tremors in her pussy as she finally came, a low moaning escaping from her open mouth.

Once her orgasm had abated, her mouth still hung open, so I pulled myself free of her depths, let go of her legs and crawled up the bed. Straddling her chest with my knees in her armpits, I leaned forward and pushed my cock into her mouth. She raised her head and took my entire length, closing her lips around my shaft. She slid her mouth up and down as I pumped my hips in and out. The only match for her amazing pussy was her amazing oral skills. She brought me to the brink of orgasm and managed to keep me there, prolonging my pleasure, before finally allowing me to explode into her mouth.

When I was empty and limp, I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up over both of us. She reached under the covers and pulled off her boots, letting them drop to the floor beside the bed, then snuggled right up against me. It was shortly after this that she asked me the question about getting pregnant.

It came as no surprise that Theresa didn't get pregnant that weekend, though there was a boom of births about 9 months after that snowstorm. It was around three years later, after we had been married for a couple of years, that she finally ended up pregnant. It was planned, of course, and it wasn't the last time. And let me just tell you, neither pregnancy nor motherhood diminished her sex drive. The chemistry is still there after all these years and I honestly believe that it keeps getting better.



Storm of the Century



Storm of the Century
By The Technician

Fantasy, BDSM, Transgender?, Flogging, Female-Female, Forced Orgasm, Wiccan Magic

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 Strange things happen when the storm of the century approaches the Irish coast.
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The waves crashed against the boulders at the edge of the cliff throwing the spray of the sea upward with such force that the winds carried much of the moisture over the top of the cliff onto the grassy plateau where Devon hung suspended between two gnarled and twisted trees. The trees had been bent and twisted and bowed by the constant sea breeze which blew across them, but they were still very strong and held her tightly in place. Two ropes were tied to each tree. One, which was tied high in the tree, led from a leather restraint on her wrists and another, tied near the base of the tree, led from a similar leather cuff on her ankles.

Devon was naked and facing the sea. Her wet, red hair hung down her neck in a sodden mass. Her body was covered in moisture. Most of that moisture was her own sweat, but mixed in with the sweat was the salt spray which stung fiercely as it ran in rivulets across the welts which the twelve strands of the eleven floggers had striped across her back as the eleven naked women had each lashed her twelve times.

The coven continued to stand behind her in a semicircle which reached from edge of cliff to edge of cliff around her. Twelve voices chanted loudly in ancient Gaelic, but even together their singing could barely be heard above the roar of the sea. The gigantic windstorm would soon crash ashore in all its fury. In the pacific they would have called it a cyclone, in the Americas, a hurricane, but here it was called a windstorm.

The weather forecasters had named this particular windstorm Frea, with no concept at all of how they had given strength to this storm by bestowing upon it the power of the name of the wife of Odin. At least they had not used her true name and called the storm Frigg. Had they done that and called forth the full fury of the queen of the gods, there would have been no hope. But because they had not used the true and powerful name of the goddess, perhaps-just perhaps, there was something the coven could do to save Ireland.

The coven understood exactly what the weather people had stupidly done. The coven knew well the old gods and goddesses and their ways. And they knew that calling forth Frea from the mists of the ancient past would mean death and destruction for much of their beloved island. And so, to defend that which was rightfully theirs, the coven had risen and gathered together and brought forth their own power. To work their magic, they needed to call forth a poetess of weather to sing ballads of pain and passion into the wind and appease the mighty queen and perhaps divert her fury. And so they had chosen Devon and brought her here to the cliffs above the sea to meet the oncoming storm.

Devon's screams could now be clearly heard over both the keen of the chanting and the roar of the sea as the twelfth naked witch took her place behind her and began to swing her twelve stranded whip against Devon's back. The chanting matched her screams and grew louder and louder with each stroke until suddenly with the twelfth stroke of the twelfth whip, everything fell silent except the wind. Even Devon hung silent as she gasped to pull breath into her bruised and beaten body.

There was nothing to be heard now except the roar of the sea... and a distant soft buzzing sound that was growing louder and louder and louder.

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Devin Donnelley slammed his hand down on the alarm on his bedside table. He groaned as he forced himself to get out of his bed. God, he hurt. Every joint in his body felt like it had been stretched and pulled. His back felt like he had been sleeping on a bed of nails. "I must be coming down with something," he said aloud. "I hope it's not the flu," he added. "I can't miss any work this week. We've got the storm of the century bearing down on us and I've got to be on the air when the storm makes landfall."

Devin was the Jim Cantore of British weather television. If there was an unusual snowstorm in the north of England, there would be live shots of him standing waist deep in the snow. When unexplained torrential rains hit the Scottish highlands, he was standing, barely visible through the torrential downpour, giving the details on the intensity and path of the storm. Now, it appeared that one of the most severe windstorms in centuries was about to strike the Emerald Isle, and he might be too sick to be there. 

"That is not going to happen," he said loudly as he stumbled into the bathroom and into a hot shower. Feeling somewhat better, he called his producers to check on the progress of the storm. It had slowed slightly, but was still bearing down directly on the Irish coast.

"Book me a room near the coast," he instructed, "and I will wait for it there. I'm not going to be able to do much as things approach because I am sicker than a broke-dick dog. But if I can be on my feet at all, I will be standing there at the edge of the sea when Frea comes over land."

"Everything's already in place and transportation has been arranged," came the reply.

Two and a half hours later, the helicopter set down in Balina. A car was waiting to take him to tourist lodgings near Ceide Fields on the coast in County Mayo. The ancient ruins would make a good background for his reports and the visitors center would provide shelter for the broadcast equipment and technicians. 

As Devin's driver dropped him off at his lodgings, he told to him, "Everything is already set up at the archeological site. They are damn particular about where we stick anything into the ground, but we have anchors placed at all the proper spots so we can tie down the tripods and stay shooting even if the winds go off scale." Devin nodded in response and the driver finished with, "You're booked into hut number 7. You look like shit. Go get some sleep and I will phone you when it is getting close to time to do some live shots."

Devin merely grunted and took the key from the driver. He stumbled down the path to the small cabin and fell onto the bed almost immediately as he entered the room. He was soon fast asleep.

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Devon was no longer stretched upright between the trees. She was now lying flat on the ground with her arms and legs stretched wide apart, held in place by the same ropes that were now tied to stakes driven firmly into the ground. They were slightly farther from the cliff's edge and the coven now completely surrounded her. Their keening, wailing chant fought to be heard above the sea which was roaring with greater and greater fury.

Two of the naked witches knelt by her prone body gently massaging a thick, pungent ointment into her skin. It felt cool as it touched her, but soon a warmth began to radiate from everyplace on which the ointment had been smeared. It was not a burning heat on the surface, but rather a deep warmth that seemed to penetrate her entire body. The heat flowed through her insides and moved slowly toward her breasts which began to swell and tingle. Her nipples stood tall and upright. And then suddenly she was on fire between her legs.

The two naked women who had been applying the ointment stepped back into the circle of the coven and for several moments they allowed Devon's cries of passion and need to sing a counter-part to their own strange song. Then the four youngest of the witches stepped into the center of the circle.

Two of them knelt on either side of Devon and lowered their mouths until their lips began to softly kiss her throbbing nipples. She gasped and panted and screamed as they licked and sucked and teased her with their mouths and tongues. Then the third witch knelt between her legs.

She too lowered her mouth, but it was not to Devon's breasts. The third witch's mouth and tongue went directly to Devon's clit, which also stood tall and throbbing. Devon's cries now raised in intensity to match the storm which was screaming out its fury just off the coast. She bucked and thrashed and tossed her body to and fro in her frenzy of passion.

The fourth witch lowered her body. She did not bend to bring her mouth down to Devon's cunt or nipples. Instead, she brought her cunt to Devon's mouth. Driven by passion, lust, and need Devon sucked greedily at the witches cunt and nibbled ferociously at her sex. Soon all five of the women on the ground were calling out in the throes of passion.

Devon suddenly screamed an intense scream and thrashed and quivered in tremendous orgasm. As she did so, the four naked witches who had been tormenting her rose as one and melded back into the chanting circle of the coven.

As Devon lay panting on the ground, the only sounds which could be heard were the roar of the wind and the crash of the waves..., and a flute loudly playing the Battle of Aughrim.

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Devin reached for his phone and answered with a curt, "Yeah! I'm here."

"Took you long enough to answer," came the voice from the other end. "Do you think you are up to coming out to the shore and doing a couple of 'This is where we expect the storm to hit' shots? We can bring you back to your lodgings until later, but that will give the networks and the world-wide feeds something to air until the storm actually comes ashore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Devin answered. "Just give me a moment to clean up a little."

A half-hour later, Devin Donnelley was standing before the cameras at the edge of the cliffs explaining what a windstorm was and giving estimates of expected damage when Frea finally came across the United Kingdom.

After the director had yelled cut, Devin said to the cameraman, "Are you sure we haven't done shots from here before? This place just seems so familiar to me. It's like I've been here before..., maybe a long, long time ago."

The cameraman answered with a laugh, "Maybe your family comes from this area way back. People have been living here for over 5000 years. They were supposed to have had some mighty powerful witches in these villages back then. Maybe you are one of their descendants."

"Or maybe my mind is so fogged by this flu or whatever that I can't think straight." he replied. "And on top of that, I've been having some really strange dreams every time I try to get some sleep."

"I'll drive you back to your diggings," said the cameraman. "And you can rest up for a couple of hours. I'll come back and get you in time for the money shots."

This time Devin at least removed his clothing before crawling into the bed and again falling fast asleep.

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Devon was once again tied between the trees. Once again she was facing the roaring sea and once again the coven was in a semicircle around her that reached from cliff edge to cliff edge. As the storm howled and shrieked in even greater intensity, two of the women came forward from the circle. They were naked except for strange masks upon their faces. One carried what looked like a huge hammer. The other carried a long crooked lance that vaguely resembled a cartoon lightning bolt.

A third witch approached Devon from behind. She too was naked except for a strange shaped mask..., and a huge phallus which was strapped to her groin. She stepped behind Devon and reached around her to tweak her turgid nipples. Devon responded with a gasp and a moan.

The woman with the lightning bolt held it close to Devon's body and sparks began to jump from the metal to her flesh. A hiss and crackle accompanied the tiny blue sparks as the witch ran the metal staff up and down Devon's body. Devon moaned and shrieked as the sparks passed over her nipples and then her cunt. She was not sure whether she was feeling pain or pleasure, but in either case, her passion began to rise again within her.

For what seemed like hours, the witch with the lightning staff tormented Devon while the witch behind her pushed herself snugly into her body from the back. The huge phallus was nestled tightly between the cheeks of Devon's ass. She could feel it move against her as she writhed in passionate torment under the sparks.

Then suddenly Devon's passion peaked. The orgasm took her by surprise. There was no lead up to the climax. It was just suddenly there like a flash of lightning in a dark sky, and she screamed out as the pleasure washed over her body. As soon as her cry faded into the sound of the wind, the witch turned away from her and spinning her body cast the iron lightning bolt as far out into the sea as her strength would allow.

Then the witch with the hammer stood before her. Devon could now see that there was something above the huge head of the hammer. It was as if the handle of the hammer went through the heavy steel of the massive head, except whatever it was that protruded from the top of the hammer was larger than the handle beneath. And it was not shaped like a handle. It was shaped like a penis.

The witch knelt before her and slowly thrust the hammer upward so that the wooden penis entered Devon's cunt. After the ministrations of the lightning shaft, she was more than adequately lubricated for it to slide easily into her body. She expected the wood to be cold, but it was warm, and it seemed to throb within her.

She gasped and took a deep intake of breath as the kneeling witch began to pump the hammer in and out of her cunt. As the wooden penis bottomed out within her, the massive hammer head would press against the outside of her cunt. Soon the witch was pumping furiously and the steel head was pounding against Devon's clit as the wooden phallus pumped into the depths of her womb.

This time she could feel the orgasm slowly rising within her. She could feel its power and knew that it was more than she could stand, but she also knew that there was no way she would be able to hold it off. Giving in to her passion, she slammed her body down to meet the rising hammer and her mind exploded. The shriek of the storm and the keening of the witches and the wail of her passion all seemed to merge together in a giant cacophony of sound and fury.

Still gasping and shaking, Devon watched as the second witch spun her body and threw the mighty hammer far out into the sea.

Then Devon felt the phallus began to move against her buttocks. The witch behind her was reaching under her arms and cupping her breasts. Her fingers trapped Devon's nipples between them and squeezed them tightly as she pulled back on Devon's breasts.

The witch rocked her hips so that the phallus pulled clear of Devon's body and hung from her front as would a man's penis. She then pushed forward and centered the phallus between Devon's asscheeks.

Devon could feel the phallus pressing against her rear opening. For some reason, she knew that she had to push back against it and bring it into her body. Feeling the size of the invader, she expected to feel pain, but instead felt intense pleasure as it entered her. The witch began singing an ancient chant that somehow felt familiar and yet was totally foreign to Devon.

Soon Devon was singing a chant of her own, a chant known by all women of all times. It was the chant of unbridled passion. The witch's hands tweaked and massaged and pulled and kneaded Devon's breasts and nipples as she continued to thrust in and out of her from behind. Devon was soon bucking and thrashing and approaching an orgasm which she knew would be greater than the previous two which she had just experienced.

Another witch, this one with no mask, now knelt between Devon's legs. She was holding a strange shaped clay bowl. It was long and thin and narrower on one end as if it had been formed to fit exactly between Devon's legs. The witch held it in place with one hand and with the other reached up to stroke Devon's aching clit. Just moments after the witch's hand touched her, Devon once again exploded in orgasm. She could feel herself squirted out her juices into the waiting container. When her body finally stopped tossing and thrashing, the witch rose from her kneeling position, and using the same twisting motion as had the other two witches, threw the container far out into the sea.

The witch stood facing out into the blackness for a few moments and then slowly faded from sight. Devon looked around her as the rest of the naked coven gradually disappeared into the wind and the mist from the roaring sea. Suddenly once again the flutes were playing the Battle of Aughrim.

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Devin answered. "I can be ready in just a few moments."

"Well, your mind better be really sharp," came the reply, "because you are going to have to come up with something that makes this trip worthwhile. The damn storm isn't even going to come inland."

Devin hurriedly got dressed. He noted with pleasure that his flu symptoms seemed to have left him. A screech of tires told him his driver had arrived and a few moments later, he was standing on the cliffs of Ceide Fields overlooking the sea. The heavy anchors which the crew had screwed into the ground were not needed. The wind, if anything, was little more than an average breeze off the sea.

"What the hell are you going to say?" asked his producer.

"I'll think of something," he replied as a voice from behind the producer said, "Live in three, two, one..."

Devin looked at the cameras and then at the crowd of locals who were standing just behind the crew. One group of older women standing to one side looked somehow vaguely familiar to him, but he could not place any of them. It was as if he had perhaps, at one time, met their daughters, or granddaughters.

"I am supposed to explain," he began, "what happened to windstorm Frea which was expected to come crashing ashore at this very spot and wreak havoc and fury across the British Isles." He pointed out to the tossing, but relatively calm, seas and the clearing skies. "But neither I, nor any other weather person in the world can explain how or why this storm suddenly dissipated just off the coast of Ireland. There is no meteorological explanation for what has occurred."

He looked over at the crowd of women and then back at the camera. "Perhaps it has something to do with the ancient magic of this area. Perhaps the ancient ones rose up and in some way placated the goddess Frea so that she changed her mind about her path of destruction." Looking directly into the camera, he continued, "I know that sounds outrageous and unbelievable to you. It sounds outrageous and unbelievable even to me, but it is as good an explanation as any that you are going to hear from any expert meteorologist over the next several days as to why the storm of the century just..." he made a flicking motion with his hands "... went away."

Turning again fully to the camera, he finished with his trademark, "For BBC Weather, this is Devin Donnelley saying 'Stay tuned, stay dry, and stay safe.'"

The director yelled, "Cut."

When Devin looked back over to where the twelve women had been standing, they were gone.

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Storm of the Century



After I was dressed, she smiled at me.

"You are a pretty good looking guy!" she said.

"Uhhh..Thanks, you are pretty nice looking yourself."

That evening, I got my pillows and prepared for another night of best described misery in the rocking chair. Kim had settled in, I heard her turn a few times.

Then I heard her soft voice.

"Dan? Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you come over here and sleep on the bed?"

"You will be more comfortable." she added quickly.

"I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"It's all right, if you were going to try to take advantage you already would have."

I hesitated, thinking of my taking a long look at her nude body as she lay unconscious.

"It IS your bed." she coaxed.

"All right."

I got up and slipped beneath the covers, being careful to turn my back. I was thinking her nearness would be difficult for me, it wasn't.

I slept the sleep of the dead, waking to find Kim with her back pressed firmly against my back as she had responded to my warmth in the night.

I got up and tended the fire, then it hit me how quiet it was.

The storm was over. I knew that the snow would be mostly gone by afternoon, if not then by the next day for sure.

Kim woke up as I was fixing some potatos and eggs for breakfast, with some canned fruit. She yawned and stretched, then slid out of the bed. She let out a little sound as her bare feet touched the cool floor, then got up and went to the washbasin to brush her teeth with one of my spares I had given her. She turned her back modestly and pulled the T-shirt over her head, dressing in her slacks and blouse.

I caught just a glimpse of her standing there wearing nothing but a white pair of panties, again I felt the tug of a reaction. I quickly turned back to the task of cooking.

We were sitting on the wooden bench by the table eating when I heard the sound of an engine outside.

I got up and looked out, a big 4 X 4 pulled up behind mine, a Sheriff got out. I opened the door as he stepped onto the porch.

"You folks all right?" he asked.

"Yes, fine."

"Hell of a storm, they just got the roads open again, trees down everywhere."

"Good! We can drive out now?"

"Yes, give it a couple of hours, there are lots of machines working right now."

He started to turn away, then looked back.

"Say, there was a car crash down the road a few miles, you know anything about that?"

"Yes, the woman driving is here, I brought her here during the storm."

"Best let me talk to her."  He stepped back up on the porch.

I invited him inside where it was warmer.

He asked Kim a few questions, if she was hurt. She explained that she had been but I had helped her.

"Well, I can give you a ride to town, they already towed your car out."

Kim hesitated, looked at me. It was almost as if she didn't want to go.

"All right."

She got her coat, that is all there was to get, and started out the door. She stopped and looked at me, then lifted up on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Dan."

Then she was gone. I was alone, alone with my thoughts. We had been in my little cabin for four days and three nights.

It hit me that in the entire time, I had not once thought of Gerry, my work, nothing. I thought about it now and realized I felt nothing, no hurt, nothing at all.

What I was thinking of was Kim, I already missed her. But I shook it off. We had just survived, neither one of us had even talked any about ourselves, where we came from, nothing like that.

I didn't even know her last name.

We had met by an accident, there was nothing there. My feelings were just rebound stuff, nothing real.

The weather warmed quickly, by the next day I was out messing with the old boat. I rowed around out on the lake for a few hours, catching a half dozen small Trout for a meal, returning one larger one that fought hard for life.

Back at my cabin, I watched some TV, the usual reporters standing alongside trees laying on smashed houses. There seemed to be a lot of them.

Again, they called it the "Storm of the Century" but I was thinking it was just another bad storm. I had seen a few before up here when Gerry and I had stayed in one of the rentals on the other side of the lake.

I was almost a full week later, I was nailing some siding on my outside wood storage shed, one wall had partly failed during the high winds. It was the only damage I had, really, except for one large tree that had fallen on a corner of my property. I planned on cutting that one up for wood for the next trip.

I heard a car coming. I looked up and a somewhat battered Volvo pulled into my lot and parked.

I waited, then my heart jumped as I saw Kim step out.

"Well, Hello!" I called, barely keeping my voice under control.

"Hi, Dan. I stopped by because I hadn't properly thanked you. You saved my life!" A tear glistened on her cheek.

She wrapped herself around me and hugged me. Finally getting untangled, I invited her in.

I poured some coffee, she started to sit in my one chair, then she jumped up.

"Hey, I have something for you." She ran outside to the car, opened the back and pulled out an old rocker chair, almost the twin to the one I had.

"Here, this is for you! The next time you save a damsel in distress there will be two places to sit!"

I grinned at that, we went back inside.

"I never did ask, Dan. What are you doing way out here, a vacation?"

I told her about breaking up with Gerry and needing some time. It was just one of those things that I had found the car wreck, then the storm.

Somehow it all poured out of me, even the hurt I kept pretending wasn't there.

"Sounds almost like me." she said quietly.

Then she told me about how she was dating her boyfriend. He was the son of her boss, she had caught him with one of the office women.

Of course that was the end of the relationship, and the job, too. So she had just gotten in her car and headed for her mother's house, taking the route over the mountain. She had no idea this lake, my place and several other summer cabins was even here.


"When the Sheriff dropped me off in town, I went to get my car but it was totaled. So I bought that old Volvo and went back to my apartment."

I just nodded, listening to her story.

"Then I loaded up and headed off to my Mom's again, I got close to here and stopped in to see if you were still here."

She smiled and looked at me.

"I am glad you are."

She reached out with her hand and placed it on mine.

"I realized I was missing you."

"I enjoyed having you around, too." I told her.

We sat and looked at each other, then she stood up.

"I should be going."

"I don't want you to."

"You don't?"

That was all it took, she folded into my arms, our lips met. Somehow we ended up side by side on the bed, tugging and struggling with each other's clothing. My hand reached down, stroked across her mound, it felt slightly scratchy.

"I didn't have time to get waxed." she giggled as she held my thickening erection in both hands.

"Just let it grow back." I told her, as we slid together as one.

Later, I sat and watched in joy as she bathed, then stood unashamed fully nude, drying herself.

"You know, when I was checking you for injuries?"

"I peeked."

She giggled.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked, as she fluffed her hair with the towel.

"Yes, very much."

She stepped over and slid into my lap, still naked.

"So where are we going with this?" she asked me.

"Anywhere you like, Kim. Anywhere at all."

I rolled her over on her back, began to kiss and nuzzle her.

"Hey, you will get me all gooey again!" she laughed.

"We have more water."

"But I don't know your last name, mister!" she mock protested.

"I don't know yours, either." I said as I again slid inside her.

Her hips lifted to meet me.

"We can figure that out later." she mumbled.

Yes, later. Later would be just fine.