0 comments/ 12863 views/ 0 favorites Stormy Night By: ShadowOfDeath184 This story begins on a dark, stormy night in a little town called Pollock. The lightning was lighting up the night sky, the wind was blowing at incredible speeds, and the rain was pouring down in sheets of pain. I was home alone and the lights were threatening to go out on me. I lit candles just in case and turned on my battery-powered radio to listen to some calming Godsmack. A knock sounded at my front door. Thinking it was just a tree limb, I paid no attention to it. Why would anyone be out in such weather? The knock persisted, though, and it got on my nerves. I set out in my ducky pajamas to rip the limb from the tree and put an end to the noise. It wasn't a tree limb. It was a man. He looked about 20 years old, a bit tall for my taste, but sexy. He had a brown goatee and short brown hair. His green eyes looked sad and worn. I looked at him, taking him in with my eyes. "W...what are you doing out in this weather?" I asked timidly. "My car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call for help," the guy said, his voice slightly husky and sending shivers up and down my spine. Thunder boomed loudly and the lights in my house officially went out. "Um...I think maybe you should come in and get out of this shitty weather," I said as I bit my lip. "Do you think it is wise to trust me in your home?" the man asked. His eyes were hooded by shadows and I couldn't tell if he was joking or what. "I think it is wise to invite you in because whatever you do comes back threefold and I don't want to be in your situation with no help," I said, my voice strong and defiant. "I'm Kalen. You are..." he started. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to flirt and told him that my name was Shadow. "Shadow...How...original," he quipped. I shot him a look as I allowed him to pass by me and into my house. The candlelight gave everything a romantic glare and it made me nervous. I didn't want this Kalen guy getting any ideas about seducing me. But I had the idea in my head...and it bothered me. I didn't know why I found him so attractive. He wasn't much to look at. He wasn't ugly, but he was no big hunk of sexy meat. "Do you mind if I sit on your couch?" Kalen asked. I shook my head and he sat. I sat beside him, far enough away not to invite any contact but close enough not to seem rude. Kalen's eyes searched mine for some kind of invite, but he wasn't getting one. My days of wild sex had been over when I was dumped by the love of my life two years before. "Look at him, you fool! He's gorgeous!" the voices in my head hissed. I groaned and sank down into the cushions of the couch. "What's wrong?" Kalen asked, his voice filled with concern. "I hear voices," I said, hoping to scare him away from any advances he had planned to make. The weird thing was that I really didn't want to scare him away. I hadn't been touched or held in over two years and I ached for it. I felt his eyes on me and I looked up at him. A smile spread across his face as if he had read my mind about needing something physical. I reached up and touched his cheek softly. He closed his eyes and nuzzled my hand. I felt...at peace, somehow, although I was touching a total stranger and he seemed to like it. I was drawn to him, more than physically now. All I could think to do was touch my lips to his and hope that he wouldn't push me away. He did just the opposite. He softly caressed my lips with his tongue, getting them to part for him. I sucked in my breath as his hot tongue slid over mine. His kiss was gentle and loving. His hand rubbed the back of my neck as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. When the kiss was over, I sat there with my mouth hanging open. "I think that surprised you," Kalen said, smiling, "Did you think I was going to do more than that?" I nodded. "I'm not like other guys. I won't do more unless you ask for more," he said. "I...I..." I couldn't think of anything to say. My thoughts raged with lust and maybe even a little affection for this stranger. I just sat there, though, afraid to ask for more and not sure of what I wanted. Kalen ran his fingers through my hair and asked with his eyes if I wanted more. I nodded and he began kissing my neck. I leaned my head to the side, inviting more of his sensual kisses and receiving what I wanted. His fingers danced over my breasts, making me shiver and moan. "Am I teasing you, my dear?" Kalen asked. I nodded breathlessly as he slipped my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. His tongue darted out to touch my now erect nipple. My lips parted and I gasped as his teeth grazed my nipple. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Yes!" I said. He continued to lick, suck, and nibble my nipples, driving me into a frenzy of moans and gasps. My heart pounded as his hand dipped into the area of my crotch and rubbed. I moved against his hand, becoming aroused as any female would do. "Do you want me?" Kalen asked. Again, I nodded for it was all I could do. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and out sprang his cock, only eight inches long but thick. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed gently. He groaned softly. I began to move my hand up and down his shaft, making his face contort with pleasure. I let go of his dick and took off my pajama pants, revealing my shaved pussy. Kalen smiled, his eyes gleaming as he ran his finger along the lips. I shivered. He stripped to match me, as I was completely naked. I lay back on the couch and pulled him down atop me. It felt good having weight on top of me again, especially Kalen's weight. I spread my legs for him as he entered me slowly and gently. His cock finally buried deep within me, he began to move ever so slowly. I arched my back and urged him to go faster or at least harder; he complied on both accounts. A moan escaped my lips as he kissed my neck and fucked me like I had needed for so long, tenderly and lovingly. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we fucked. He kissed me and I moved against him, wanting more but already having all there was to have of him. I noticed that the thunder outside had calmed but the rain was still pouring as hard as ever. It was romantic. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations that were stirring inside of me. Kalen breathed on my neck and placed kisses along my cheeks and jawbone. I smiled and rubbed his shoulders as he began to fuck me harder but not speeding up oStranger seduces woman in middle of night. ne bit. Small moans came from my throat as I approached orgasm. The tensing of Kalen's muscles told me he was close, too. "Kalen...I..." I stammered. He knew what I was trying to say. His pace quickened and I moaned his name repeatedly as he kissed my neck franticly. His body stiffened and he shot a hot load of cum into me. I shuddered and moaned his name one final time as he collapsed on top of me and kissed me passionately. Stormy Night This is a work of complete fiction, obviously. Don't think that any of these characters are based on any other fictional works, or on any real events, people, or occasions. Thank you for reading this short acknowledgment. Now enjoy the story. The moon shone done on the earth with a harsh glare. The wind tore at the trees, trying to rip every last leaf from their branches. Clouds billowed high, being ripped to shreds by the battling lightning and thunder. Rain drops pelted the ground, attempting to kill the very Earth that the rain gave life to. In the basement of a house, two people stared at the walls, waiting for power to return. Without it, they had nothing to do. They couldn't watch tv, couldn't use the computer, couldn't listen to the six CD stereo, and they couldn't go outside until the storm relented its hate against the Earth. "Hey guys, I found them!" Both boys looked into the depths of the foreboding basement, looking to see if it was their friend that had called from that darkness.. A small light illuminated the face of another boy. He was 19, 5'11", had blue eyes, was clothed in a heavy sweater that was stretched tight over his frame, two sizes too small, sweat pants, and wool socks. In his one hand was a lighted candle. His other hand was holding two boxes on his shoulder. As he walked towards the other two boys, they stood up out of their sleeping bags. One was 19, 5' 10", brown eyed, had a loose T-shirt on, along with sweat pants, wool socks, and a sweater thrown on his shoulder. He was frequently called an idiot, or dummy, for he was always forgetting things, but his real name was Mike. The other was 18, about 6', and had gray eyes and black hair. He had on a tight gym shirt, showing every last muscle. He had a six pack, and his chest was lightly toned, a nice swimmer body. He also had on jeans and wool socks. His name was Calen. Like the other kid, he had a sweater hanging from his shoulder. The air racked their bodies with ice cold nails, trying to freeze it on contact. Both boys shuddered as they hurriedly threw their sweaters up and over their heads. One yank and they were down, covering most of their exposed skin. Their hands they shoved under their shirt, warming their hands back to their normal temperature. "What'd you find, Sean?" "The candles, dummy. Also, I found something for us to do while we wait for the power, and the heat. I need help getting a tent and a propane heater I found. Follow me." The two boys left the security of their small camp, and followed the other boy. They had come with Sean up here for a weekend of fun before the end of Christmas break. In a few days, they'd have to go back to school and their tedious jobs. Everything had been going good. They made it to Sean's cabin in the mountain. It actually wasn't even a cabin. Sean's parents were very rich, and had bought a three story house in the mountains, and actually if you included the basement, it was a four story house. The furnace was started, then they had turned on the game. An hour later, during half-time, the power went out. Sean led the way to the basement to where all of the emergency supplies were. That's how they had ended up in their present predicament. Mike was carrying the tent and a box full of tins to put candles on. Calen had a propane heater on each shoulder, while Sean carried a box full of things to do. They reached their circle of sleeping bags and set everything down. First, they moved everything out of the way, then set up the tent. A window was open, and the heaters were set up with their exhaust pointing towards the window and their heating surface towards the open tent door. Inside, the boys carried Sean's three boxes, their sleeping bags, and a lot of blankets. Blankets were laid on the floor for padding, the boxes set behind Sean's sleeping bag, and candles on tins all over the place. Candle light illuminated the tent, casting eerie shadows against its walls. "So what did you find?" asked Calen. Sean smilled, reached into the first box, tinkered with something out of the other two's line of sight, then reached deeper into the box and pulled out two magazines. One's title was Hustler, another was Maxim. On the fronts were girls with biggest tits, posing in provocative positions. Calen shared Sean's smile as he reached down and grabbed the Hustler. He flipped through the first pages, and started to rub himself through his thick pants. "Damn, these bitches are hot. Whose were these?" "They were mine, I also found a box of my dad's old porn mags. So we have something to do later when the power comes on." "Later?" said Mike, "Why later? Let's look at all of them now." "Cause, idiot, you want to see each other jacking off? We need the lights so we can go to our rooms and whack off, " an offended Calen said. "Yeah, are you gay or something," added Sean. "NO! And if you're so against seeing me whack off, stop rubbing yourself, Calen!" objected Mike. "He's right, Calen. If he can't get off, neither can you. Rubbing yourself is almos the same as whacking. I have an idea, why don't we play some poker?" "Poker, sounds alright, but I want to whack, I just don't want to see you guys whacking while I am. That would make me lost me boner," said Calen. "Hey, I got it. Why don't we make it a competition game of poker. Whoever wins gets to stay in the tent and whack off, while the others have to go out and wait while he does. Since we don't have chips, paper, or a pen, you take off an article of clothing each time you lose a hand." "You know what, I think the idiot finally had a good idea." "Your right, Calen, but I'm too horny to just whack off. I want to feel hot lips going up and down my cock, a hot tongue running along my length. Since no one else is here, we could keep this to ourselves. Besides, it's not like we're gay, we just need to have some sex. The person with the most clothes on in the end has to suck the winner. Sound fair?" "I'm not into the idea, but I'm good at poker. Since on of you two will be sucking me, I can just look at a picture of one of these bitches and imagine them sucking me. I'm game." "So am I, let's do this." Sean reached behind him, pulled up the second box, fiddled with something, and brought out a deck of poker cards. He handed them to Calen, who was to his right, to shuffle. Calen took the deck, shuffled, and dealt. "Since we don't have money, "Sean pointed out, "we won't bet, just say how many we want, and say if we're in or out. If you say your out, you have to take off two articles of clothing the next time you lose." The other two just shook their heads, and thought about their cards. Calen took two, Mike two, and Sean one. "Anyone folding?" asked Mike. Everyone shook their heads no and laid their cards, face up, on the floor. Mike had two of a kind, Calen had three of a kind, and Sean had a full house. "Full house, " a shocked Calen exclaimed, "I could've swore that I'd have the best hand. Damn!" "Okay, Calen, Mike, take off an article of clothing, " a giggly Sean said. Both boys grumbled as they pulled their sweaters off. The deck was then shuffled, and dealt out again. This hand, Sean had a pair, Mike had three of a kind, and Calen folded, since he had nothing but a high ace. Sean put his fingers under his sweater and pulled up, slowly pulling it up and over his head and blonde hair. The other boys made a faint gasp. Sean's body was perfect. He had excellent muscle tone, but it wasn't over toned at all. They weren't bulging out like they had been artificially enhanced, but they were evidence of a very fit individual. Another time, the cards were shuffled and dealt. This hand, Sean took no cards, Mike folded, and Calen folded. "Since you folded again Calen, you have to take off four articles of clothing when you lost next. Remember, the first person with all of their clothes off is the sucker, literally." "I KNOW!" Calen snarled at Sean. Next hand, Sean took three cards, Mike took one, and Calen took two. No one decided to fold. Mike had a pair of eights and a pair of jacks and a nine. Sean had a pair of queens and a pair of kings along with a jack. Calen had a pair of queens and a pair of kings along with an ace. "Well, boys, looks like I win this hand. Get stripping." Mike had a defeated look on his face, while Calen was just pissed off by how good of a poker player Sean was. Mike took off his sweat pants and socks, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. Calen took off his socks, undershirt, and jeans. "There, shuffle the deck." "No, you have to take off your boxers too since you folded twice, " Mike pointed out. Blushing a bright red, Calen slowly pulled his boxers off then stood up tall. His circumcised cock was still slightly hard from looking at the dirty mag. It was only four inches at its current state of arousal. Surprisingly, his pubic area was hairless. "Do you shave or wax?" asked Sean. A blushing Calen replied after he sat down and covered himself with his hands, "I wax. You are required to wax your pubic, leg, butt, back, and chest hairs to be on the swimming team." Mike shuffled the deck, nervously, and dealt the hand. "Say, Mike, why don't we make this interesting and faster. Whoever wins this hand, wins the game. Whoever loses also has to suck off the winner. Mike agreed and took three cards, while Sean took two. They laid their hands down, Sean had another full house, and Mike had three of a kind. "Mike, strip the rest of the way." As Mike stripped, Sean removed the rest of his clothing, revealing a 7", circumcised, thick cock. Mike's was a mere 5.5", average thickness, circumcised cock. Sean lied down, his cock pointing up, and said, "Let's get going. Calen, you try deep throating me while Mike licks my base and balls. If you can't deep throat it, do the best you can." Calen was apprehensive, "I can't do it, man. That's just sick." Mike stepped in, "Calen, you agreed to the rules. You lost, you have to. Otherwise, I don't know what we'll do." "I can't do it, no way!" Calen stood up and made a break for the door. Mike, still leaped and caught him by his ankles, stopping him momentarily. With his hard cock bouncing, Sean joined in with the effort to stop Calen. He stood behind Calen and put his arms around him in a fierce grizzly hug, his cock pushing against his captive's ass crack. He then pushed him to the floor and laid on top of him, keeping his cock in Calen's ass crack. "Mike, go get some rope. There should be some right out side of the tent. I put I there in case any of you refused to follow the rules." Mike went, retrieved the rope, and gave it to Sean. Sean tied Calen's wrists behind his back and tied his ankles together. "Now, bitch, for trying to get out of our deal, you're going to get a very bad punishment." "Mike, get me out of here. You better not touch me, Sean!" Mike smiled and sat down, "I'm on Sean's side here." Mike reached behind him and pulled out a camcorder. "We taped the whole strip poker game, and now I'll tape this." Sean secured a piece of duct tape over Calen's mouth before he spoke again. Sean started to grind his cock into Calen's ass crack while Mike set the camera on a tripod. Mike then shuffled over and pulled the piece of tape off of Calen's mouth. Calen started to say something, but it was lost as Mike shoved his hard cock into Calen's mouth. Moans could be heard coming from Sean. He was getting very horny from the show. He reached behind his sleeping bag, pulled out some lube, and applied some to his fingers. As Mike developed a pattern of thrusting into Calen's mouth, Sean matched it by thrusting a finger in and out of Calen, loosing him up. Sean pushed his finger deep into Calen, hitting his prostate. A loud, muffled moan escaped Calen's lips. Mike pulled out to ask, "Like that, whore?" Calen moaned louder, "Yes, don't stop!" Mike plunged his cock back down Calen's throat as Sean inserted a second finger into Calen's ass, hitting Calen's prostate as often as possible. After four fingers, Sean couldn't contain himself anymore. He cut the rope holding Calen's ankles and lifted his ass into the air. He took aim, then buried his entire 7" length into him. For a second, Sean remained still, allowing time for Calen to adjust, then the fun began. Sean worked out a rhythm so that when Mike thrust in, Sean pulled out, and vice versa. Before long, Mike grabbed Calen's hair and started to fuck his face hard, pounding into his throat, then viciously pulling out. "Mike, cum in his mouth, no in his throat." Mike nodded his head, thrust in once more then pulled out. He pried Calen's mouth open with two fingers, and with the other hand he beat his cock. In seconds, Mike's body trembled, and a long moan escaped from Mike's lips as he filled Calen's mouth with cum. "Calen, you better drink all of his cum, or we'll double penetrate you later. Maybe even triple, I have a dildo here somewhere." Obediently, Calen drank every last drop, and her even sucked Mike dry. Mike fell down on the floor, spent from his orgasm. Calen, however, continued to lick his ball sac. Sean pulled out of Calen, turned him around, and shoved his cock deep into Calen, hitting his prostate. As Sean did this, he also gripped Calen's cock and balls and squeezed hard. The sudden pleasure flooded his system, causing him to orgasm all over his and Sean's chest. Calen's ass muscles tightened, bringing Sean near the edge. He pulled out, stood up, and shoved his cock down Calen's throat. He took hold of Calen's head and fucked it so hard that Calen could hardly breath. Sean's body, shuddering with pleasure, couldn't take anymore. With a groan that was almost a scream, Sean pulled out of Calen's mouth, and came all over his face,. hair and chest. Sean fell to the ground panting, spent as much as Mike. Calen had a wide grin on his face. He took his finger and scooped some cum into his mouth, greedily eating it. Sean laughed as he said, "Mike, hit the button." Mike walked behind the boxes, bent over, and pressed something that made a faint noise. In a matter of seconds, the generator in the shed outside kicked on. Lights flickered to life, and the furnace jumped into action. "Did you guys cut the power on purpose so this would happen?" asked Calen. "Yeah," replied Sean and Mike. "I can't believe you two fags." Mike and Sean just looked at each other then blushed deeply. "Didn't you say something about triple penetration?" Mike and Sean's eyes light up as their heads shot up. They went over to Calen, one behind him the other in front. Sean, in front, french kissed him and squeezed his ass checks, while Mike pressed against back and reached around to play with his left nipple and dick. To Be Continued... Stormy Night A ring of the doorbell broke the silence for him. The weather was wet and cold. He opens the door and there she stands, shivering. He ushers her into his warm house and she sighs in relief. "It is far too cold to be out, thank you." she tells him, "My car is stuck up the road, about a mile." "Hi, my name is John." "Mine is Rebecca, I am so sorry to intrude." 'Intrude', he thought to himself, 'Anytime!' She was a stunning beauty, the likes of which he hasn't seen in a long time. He figured her to be about five-seven with an athletic build. She had eyes blue as the sky that were all that much brighter against her auburn hair. He admired her long legs wrapped in the wet jeans she wore. He smiled slightly noticing that her large nipples were pushing out of her cotton shirt. He could not believe that her breasts could be so firm without the assistance of a bra. She cleared her throat and asked to use the phone. He felt his face redden with embarrassment for being caught looking and pointed down the hall. She smiled at him and said. "It's ok, I am flattered." She glanced at him as she walked to the phone with that teasing schoolgirl look. He noticed now that he was breathing heavily. She returned from the phone with a look of disappointment on her face. "Is something wrong?" "The towing company said they are so busy that they won't get here for a few hours." "I am sorry!" he exclaimed "Don't be, I was just on my way to a date." "Can I give you a lift?" "No, that's ok. He probably left the bar, I'm sure he wasn't worth it anyway." "Well, if you must wait here then at least let me get you dry and warm." he offered. "Why thank you! You're a sweetheart." He left the room for a moment to get a towel and robe. While gone she glanced around the room noticing he was single. She quietly remarked to herself, "He looks 30ish, with no wife. He must be gay." Glancing at more pictures she stated, "He is handsome though." "Thank You!" She jumped and yelped with surprise at his entrance. "Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!" "Here, I'll throw your clothes in the dryer and you can wear this robe." Admiring her beautiful freckled face, he handed her the robe. "I am sorry it's so short, you can change in the kitchen and then give me your clothes to dry." She walked to the kitchen and returned a few moments later. He was now entranced by the beauty of his house guest. She had wrapped the towel around her wet hair and the robe covered to her mid thigh. The blue of the robe almost matched the color of her eyes. He admired the tone of her legs, the muscles just barely bulging on her thighs and her calves were sleek but strong. She looked at him and asked, "Do you like what you see?" "Your gorgeous, I have not seen a woman of your beauty for so long!" She blushed, "Probably not since college, hmmm?" "You're in college?" "Mmm Hmmm, I just started a few months ago." She added, "You can thank my swim coach for the physique." "Please, remind me to later." "May I use your shower to warm up?" "Go ahead, up the stairs and to the right." He watched her as she climbed the stairs. She swayed her hips so as to give him a look at her legs and round but firm ass. He could feel his shorts tighten as he became slightly erect. A few minutes had passed and the dryer sounded the buzzer to let him know the clothes were dry. He figured on being nice, so he carried them upstairs. Nearing the bathroom door he noticed it was completely open and looked in. There she was standing behind the clear curtain, lathering her lean body. He now got to admire her body in its splendid entirety. She had the firmest breasts he had seen, he figured about a c-cup. Her belly was defined from hundreds of crunches and sit-ups. Her hips were as toned as the rest of her and he noticed that she was shaved smooth. He could feel the hard on now growing stronger in his pants. He couldn't believe what happened next. As she rinsed off the soap from her body, she began to caress her skin. A look of wanton desire on her face, she caressed her cheek and slowly sucked a finger into her mouth. She moaned softly as she moved her hands down to her breasts and caressed them. She ran her fingers around her nipples in slow circles. She moaned more passionately as she pinched her nipples. While he was entranced by the show he hadn't noticed that he was now rubbing his cock through his shorts. Wanting her to touch him and make him feel as he hadn't in quite some time. He looked back at her and watched as she leaned back against the wall and spread her legs apart slightly. Hunger made her left hand cup her left breast and play with its nipple. Her right hand slid slowly down her belly to her inner thigh and she began to caress her lips and her clit. She curled her lip inward and bit on it. Her moaning became louder with her stroking between the folds of her pussy. He continued to stroke his cock through his shorts. He enjoyed the site of her pleasuring herself. He watched for what seemed like hours until she came and came hard. She shuddered in a powerful orgasm. He quickly left her clothes there on a chair outside the bathroom and went back downstairs. He poured a drink and sat on the couch. Confusion set in as he realized she was coming down the stairs and he still had his erection. Try as he might he had a hard time hiding it. Around the corner she came, still in the robe. He was surprised to see that she had not dressed. She looked him right in the eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy the show?" He could not speak, the lump in his throat choked off any comment. She let her eyes wander to his crotch and she chuckled "I guess you did!" She strolled across the room towards him and unwrapped herself from the robe. It floated to the floor and was forgotten in the moment. As she approached him, he swallowed hard. His hard-on was still throbbing in his pants, trying to break free of its confines. She huskily said, "Mmmm I must help release that." He simply smiled at her. Leaning forward to kiss him she ran her hand up his inner thigh. Her pulse quickened as she stroked his cock through his shorts. He moaned at her touch. Their mouths met and passion filled their kisses. Tongues swirled, dancing about like two fish in the sea. She kissed and nibbled her way down his chest. She slipped the tee he was wearing over his head and she licked her way to his nipples. His only response to this pleasure was a gasp. She licked his nipples for a short time until they were as hard as his cock was. She then bit his nipples gently. His mind clouded by the sheer pleasure of her torture of his nipples, he responded with a low moan. She kissed and licked her way down to his shorts and removed them with eager hands. His shorts and briefs gone now, she had access to what she had wanted since watching him spying on her upstairs. "You have such a nice cock!" She caressed the length of his shaft with her fingers and then wrapped her long fingers around the base. In small circles, at first, she licked around the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue around the end of his cock and he moaned. Very slowly, inch by inch, she slid his length into her mouth until all 6 inches was inside. She was amazed at how fat his cock was, almost as round as it was long, it seemed. She slowly moved her head up and down the length of his cock, stroking him with her hand as well. He moaned louder and gasped from time to time from the exquisite feeling she was giving him. She stroked his cock as she stopped sucking him off so she could lick and suck on his balls. She took his manhood into her mouth again and stroked and sucked faster this time. He squirmed on the couch with the intense pleasure this was giving him. "I'm going to come!" he moaned. It seemed as if this made her do it faster. "Give it to me, I want it all!" He shuddered as stream after stream of his load filled her mouth. She swallowed it as if it were a dessert. He took her hand and guided her to the couch next to where he was and laid her on the pillows at the end. Without a word he began to nibble his way up the inside of her leg. Up past the knee and she moaned. Up the inside of her thigh and she gasped. He was mere inches from her shaven peach when he began to flick his tongue on the inside of her thigh and she moaned a "yes" in a near whisper. He moved inward, but he felt the need to tease her. He licked, kissed and nibbled to within an inch of her swollen lips but he refused to touch them. She had grabbed his head and had two handfuls of his hair and was begging him to stop the torture. He moved slightly to the left and brushed her pink lips with the end of his tongue. Softly up one side of her pussy and then down the other and she moaned. She gasped loudly as he plunged his tongue into her as deep as it would go. "Oh yeah, that's what I need." His tongue swam in her juices for a while and then he stopped for a moment. She shuddered when he blew cold air across her engorged clit. He worked his tongue and his lips on her clit for what seemed like forever to her. Her moans grew closer together as did her ripples of pleasure. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head against her clit and he sucked on it hard. She cried out "Fuck, yes" as she came hard on his face. "I have to have your cock. Fuck me, Fuck me now!" she demanded. He moved her to the edge of the couch and moved in between her open legs. On his knees he was at just the right height. He grabbed his cock in his hand and moved toward her. He looked at her and saw the beckoning want in her eyes. "Put that fat cock in me now." She rubbed her swollen mound vigorously as he leaned in to her. He teased the end of his cock against her lips making her grit her teeth and groan loudly. He smirked as he slipped his cock into her drenched sheath inch by agonizing inch. He thrusted slowly at first but then gained vigor and speed as she dug her fingernails into his buttocks. She pulled him into her as hard as she could take it. His cock stretched her with its girth. She rubbed her clit hard as he now pounded his cock in her deeply. "Oh Rebecca, I am going to cum!" he bellowed. She rubbed her clit faster until she felt that familiar squeeze. She came hard and screamed out "Oh fuck yes, fill me John, fill me." Her pussy squeezed tight around his cock and he grunted as his cock jerked with a strong orgasm. Spent, they slumped to the floor and lay in each others arms. A while later he awoke, on the floor still, confused from the hangover of wild passion. He searched the house and she was nowhere to be found. All he did find was a note saying, "Thanks for everything," signed Becca. Stormy Night A loud clap of thunder woke her up in the middle of the night. She was unsure of the time because the power was still out, but between the flashes of lightning, she was able to see that he was still sleeping soundly beside her. She smiled softly to herself, amazed that this man had just stumbled into her life like this. The night they'd spent together had intrigued her and drawn her more than she would have thought possible from just a few hours. She rolled onto her side beside him to watch him sleep. The sheet was pooled around his waist, leaving his chest bare. She rested her palm lightly on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his deep, even breathing. When the next flash of lightning came, she leaned down close to him to kiss his lips softly. She intended to just kiss him as he slept, not wake him, and then lie back down beside him once more and sleep until morning, but her kiss pulled him up from his dream. His hand rose to cover hers where it still rested on his chest, and his other arm curled around her back to pull her closer. His fingers twined with hers as he kissed her again. His fingertips trailed lightly up and down her back, making her shiver slightly against him. This man constantly amazed her with every new facet she discovered in him. Here it was, the middle of the night, and he was awakening the want in her again after only a few hours when she'd had no thought of this in mind at all only a minute ago. She gripped his hand tightly and deepened the kiss, swirling her tongue around his. He met her passion with his own, and she moaned quietly into the kiss. He broke the kiss and smiled up at her. "I'm sorry I woke you," she said. He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and kissed her softly once again. "No, don't be sorry," he said as he trailed his thumb across her full lower lip. She kissed it tenderly before he began to trace a delicate line down her neck that made her shiver once more in the cool air. "I want you again," he whispered, so quietly that she barely felt his breath on her skin, but his words drew a gentle moan from her in response. "And how I want you..." she trailed off. The line he traced on her skin continued lower down her throat and across her collarbone. She bit her lip to hold the sigh inside as he teased her. The shivers he was creating made her nipples tighten, and she saw him notice the reaction her body was having to his touch. Slowly, he slid his fingertips down and around the swell of her left breast, following the curve in ever-shrinking circles. He was enjoying tormenting her like this, awakening her body to such a heightened state of arousal. Although it was a torment to her, it was a sweet torment, and one she was enjoying completely. Her quiet sighs and soft moans were giving him all the proof of that he needed. Without warning, he brushed his fingertips gently across her hardened nipple, and she gasped as her body began to ache. She captured his lips in a fierce kiss, letting her tongue dart between his lips again to show him her want even though she wasn't able to tell him. He sucked gently on her invading tongue, flicking the tip of his against hers, as he cupped her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. The tingling that had begun in her aroused nipple strengthened and spiraled downward with each of his firm caresses on her aching breast. She covered his hand with her own and squeezed her breast tightly in his hand again. There was no touch of his that she wouldn't welcome, tender or rough. He groaned into her mouth as the kiss went on and on. He was a bit surprised she'd been so forward with showing him she enjoyed his touches, but he loved the fact that she was willing to show him what pleasured her. As he sucked lightly on her lower lip, he slid his hand around her side to cup her other breast as well. Gently, he squeezed them both, making her moan again. He squeezed them again, only not nearly so gently, and was rewarded with another moan, this one not nearly so quiet as the previous one. She kissed him deeply and then dropped soft kisses along his jaw line to nuzzle beneath his ear. Her tongue flicked against his earlobe, and a low moan slipped from him. He pinched her nipples, making her gasp sharply. She wrapped her arms around him to pull him close against her, and she arched against him, offering her breasts more fully to his tormenting hands. He slid his hands back to her sides and lower to follow the curve of her hips. With a sharp pull, he brought her hips against his, letting her feel how badly he did want her. She rocked her hips against his, rubbing her belly against his hard cock. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and she pushed him gently back against the pillows and drew back from him a little. He lifted his arms to circle her and pull her close again, but she resisted with a soft smile. He wanted to feel the soft curves of her body against his skin. He cupped his hand over her pussy and stroked her smooth lips, trying to tempt her closer. She moaned again, yet still she resisted. He parted her lips and slipped one finger between the moist folds of her pussy. His finger slid up and down her slit with a slow, steady pace. When he found her swollen clit, he circled around and around it with his fingertip. Her hands on his shoulders weakened their resistance, and he pulled her closer to kiss her deeply once again. He teased her lips, nibbling gently on her lower lip before finally sliding his tongue between them as his fingertip rubbed back and forth over her clit. He was driving her wild with so many sensations assailing her all at once. His tongue was learning the curves of her mouth even as his hands became acquainted with other parts of her body. Her hard little nipples ached from the attention he was showing them, and her pussy was so very wet from the constant attention his other hand was showing to it. With the realization that she was going to cum soon if he didn't stop what he was doing, her hands strengthened on his shoulders once more, and she firmly pushed herself back from him. "Baby..." he moaned with a quiet note of protest in his voice when she moved away from his touch again. Her hand wrapped around his cock, and with a little grin and a gentle squeeze, she whispered, "Yes, baby?" His eyes sank closed, and another low rumble slipped from his lips. She leaned in closer to kiss him as her hand began to stroke the hard length of his cock very slowly. Her soft palm curled around him, stroking from the base all the way to the tip and back down again. Up and down she caressed him, and each time she reached the base, she gave him another squeeze. Each time she reached the tip, she slid her thumb across across it. He broke away from her kiss so he could watch what she was doing to him and so that he could see her sweet face as she drove him wild. He tried to be still and be patient and just let her do what she wanted, but he couldn't keep from touching her any longer. He cupped her breasts again to feel the weight of them in his hands and the nipples pressing into his palms. He dipped his head lower to flick his tongue across one of the rosy buds and was rewarded by another moan from her. He drew her nipple between his lips and began to gently suck it. Each time his mouth pulled on her, she tightened her hand around his cock in another squeeze. The harder he sucked on her aching nipples, the harder she squeezed him until each breath from them both was a soft moan. He pinched her nipple between his lips and felt her entire body shudder against him. Her fingertips circled the head of his cock, and she gave it a soft squeeze too. He fell back against the pillows gasping, and his voice was so quiet once again as he watched her, "I need you now, baby. I need to feel your pussy around me. I want to cum inside you and feel you cum around me." His arms reached out for her, and this time she let him pull her closer. Her body pressed against his tightly yet still she wouldn't let him push her back onto the bed. Her hands rested on his shoulders once more as she moved above him, at first merely straddling his thighs. He slid his hands up her legs to her hips and around to squeeze her ass and pull her higher over him. She rose up on her knees and rocked her hips till she felt the head of his cock slipping between her lips, pressing against the tight opening of her pussy, then sliding higher to rub against her clit. Rocking her hips one final time, she guided him back down to her pussy and slowly lowered herself around his cock. Feeling the tight heat of her pussy envelop him, he moaned and thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deep inside her. She arched above him, her breasts thrusting out, the hard nipples inviting his mouth. He accepted the invitation and captured one between his lips, sucking it hard and using his tongue to flick back and forth over it. She began to moan very quietly deep in her throat, grinding against him, and squeezing his cock each time his mouth drew on her. He released her nipple and found her other one, giving it the attention she craved. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, and his hips thrust upward again. He couldn't stand anymore, and his head dropped back onto the pillow. His hands settled on her hips, beginning to guide her up and down around him again. She lifted her hips till he almost slipped from her, and then he pulled her back down around him quickly. Up and down they moved together. Each thrust pulled him deep inside her, faster and faster they moved, each seeking release. Her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter with each push inside her, and he knew she was close as was he. She slid up and down around him, fucking him even as he fucked her. He slipped one finger between her pussy lips and found her throbbing clit. She cried out as he began to rub it, and she moved still faster. With a sharp cry, she began to cum around him. Her pussy clenched and gripped his cock in waves, and that was all it took. With one final sharp thrust, he exploded inside her. His finger was still on her clit, and he gave her a soft rub. She cried out again as another wave hit her, and he moaned her name as her pussy wrung every drop of cum from him. She fell weakly against his chest, and his arms rose to encircle her and pull her tightly against himself. His hands slid up and down her back, from the curls of her hair to the curve of her ass. He kissed her temple gently, soothing her as they both began to calm. Finally she let him slide from her, and she moved to curl up beside him once more. He pulled the sheet up over them both and drew her close to his side. Both too tired to speak, they cuddled and exchanged soft kisses. Very low rumbles of thunder came from off in the distance as they both sank back into sleep. Stormy Night It was a dark, stormy night. The rain was coming down in moderate amounts but the unrelenting wind made it seem as if it were raining much harder. Lightning flashed brightly every few moments and a sharp crackling sound of thunder followed immediately. Car alarms went off due to the intensity of the storm, and the lights from the street lamps did little to brighten the dark neighborhood. On this night, Jillian had promised to meet her mother for dinner, but the storm-watch warning issued by the local news changed both of their minds. Ironically, the sudden oncoming of the heavy storm seemed like a good omen because Jillian did not want to see her mother. They had had a falling out soon after Jillian moved out of the house, all the while screaming that she couldn't take her mother or her parasitic boyfriend. Jillian exited her bathroom in a knee-high, white bathrobe, letting all the steam pour out. She always loved a hot shower before eating dinner. There was some leftover lasagna from the night before, and though she disliked eating the same food two days in a row, she had nothing else to eat. She walked into the kitchen, pulled out the cold lasagna and put it into the microwave. After having set the time, Jillian walked over to the kitchen window and peered out through the blinds to see if the storm was letting up; the storm looked worse. Jillian, seeing the reflection of her face in the dark window, wondered why she was single. She thought of herself as an attractive young woman. All her lovers had told her that she was pretty, and that her innocent character had added an adorable quality to her face. At age twenty-four, she possessed a toned and tanned body, with flowing, shiny, light brown hair falling towards the middle of her back. By society standards, she was average in height, standing at 5' 6", but she knew all too well how men, and women alike, reacted to the sight of her body. Jillian's smooth, long neck connected to her shoulders, which were round and slender. Her breasts were not so large that it looked disproportional to her body, but large enough to be proud of. Her flat stomach surrounded by slim waists met with flaring hips, signifying her relative ease for childbearing. Her butt, which she thought was her best attribute, was round and firm, but not too wide. She did not like her legs so much, wishing that they were longer, but she remembered hearing someone tell her that if it weren't for her legs, her "ass wouldn't look so damn fine." So, she let herself believe that her legs weren't so ugly after all. The beeping noise of the microwave alerted and reminded her that it was time to eat. Jillian took one last scrutinizing look at her image and walked back to the microwave. Before reaching out to take out the lasagna, she heard a shattering sound of glass directly overhead. She almost missed it because of the thunder, but her sharp sense of hearing picked it up. "That sound is coming from my room," she thought to herself. A quick wave of panic swept over her. The one thing she hated about living alone was just that, she was alone. Jillian opened a drawer and reached for a small knife. A bigger knife was lying next to it so she grabbed that instead. She didn't think it was an intruder, but perhaps a flying branch that crashed in through her bedroom window, and it was very much possible what with the storm and all. Feeling better about her conclusion but still a bit shaken, Jillian warily walked up the stairs with the knife in hand. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar, but it always was. Once reaching the door, she slowly pushed. Wind blew out of the room, and her window blinds were flapping noisily. With a flash of lightning, she saw shattered glass pieces on the carpet floor near the window, and next to her bed was a short, thick branch. Jillian released an inaudible sigh and remained standing at the entrance of her bedroom, berating herself for being so easily scared. Not wanting more rain to come in Jillian acted quickly. She crossed her bedroom, placed the knife on the bed, picked up the branch, and while carefully watching her steps, crept closer to the window and threw the branch outside. She jumped back away from the glass and headed for the hallway closet to take out several towels and a vacuum cleaner. After fetching both, she walked back into her bedroom and placed the machine by the wall near an outlet and the towels on the bed. At the exact moment when Jillian realized her knife was missing, a strong left hand grabbed and covered her mouth, pulling her toward the intruder's body. The kitchen knife was now at her neck and in the hands of the aggressor. She was too shocked by the sudden change of events that her mind couldn't even register what just happened. She felt the water on the intruder's wet clothes permeate through the bathrobe. A man spoke out softly into her right ear, "Don't even think about trying to get away. I swear I'll cut your pretty little throat." It was then that she realized the grave situation she was in. Jillian began to cry, but the sounds of her sobs were muffled by the intruder's bare, wet hand. "Do you know what I came for?" said the man, again directly into her right ear. Jillian was terrified and was only able to cry. Receiving no response, the stranger calmly repeated the question, pushing the blade of the knife harder into her neck. This forced an answer out of her and she squeaked out, "No!" "I've come for only one thing," whispered the intruder. "Pleasure." The full blast of what the intruder meant hit Jillian hard, as if someone kicked her in the guts. She tried to squirm out of her assailant's hold, not caring if the knife cut into her neck. Being robbed of material possession is one thing, but getting raped is on a whole other level. The kitchen knife did in fact cut into her smooth skin, which was now dappled with sweat beads, but the intruder's grip proved too strong for her to escape from. Jillian refused to give up, however, and clawed at his face behind her while using her feet to stomp and kick at his legs. The man let go of her mouth, but she still could not simply run off because the pain in her neck signified that the knife was getting dangerously close to vital areas. The intruder's left arm wrapped around her waist, raised her fast into the air and slammed her down to the floor. Jillian landed hard on her back and all the air in her lungs left her. She rolled around on the carpet, desperately trying to breathe in air. The intruder sheathed the knife into his belt and grabbed both her ankles and began to drag her out into the hallway. She tried to hold onto something and even tried to yell out in between her gasps, but all of that was useless. The sounds of lightning were far too loud for any neighbors to hear her cry. As the intruder dragged her along across the hallway to another bedroom at the end of the hall, Jillian's bathrobe hiked up above her waist, exposing her womanhood. At the entrance to the room, she regained her breath and grabbed ahold of the doorway with both hands, which stopped the intruder's movement. A single strong pull from her ankles lifted Jillian into the air and, for a moment, she stayed up but her grip failed and she came slamming back to the floor. She slipped entirely out of the bathrobe and was once again breathless from landing on her side. In the far corner of the room lay a single mattress. The intruder hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing and threw her on it. Jillian bounced once and her head hit the wall hard. Her vision wavered and all sounds were muted shortly. She tried to roll up into a fetal position against the corner, but the intruder grabbed both her ankles again and pulled her toward him, laying her flat on her back. Her legs were forcefully placed at his sides and he bent over her. She swung at him trying to hit him in the face, but after losing strength from struggling and still quite breathless, the strike did not amount to much. The intruder responded with a laugh, grabbed both her arms, and lifted it above her head. He used one hand to pin both her arms down and his other hand to hold himself up. Jillian tried to wiggle out of the grip, though she knew it was pointless, but she had to try and free herself. Her useless effort seemed only to fuel the intruder and delight him. He lowered his mouth onto her left nipple and the warm sensation shot through her body. This triggered her inner primal strength and with a roar, she broke out of his hold and clawed at his face. The man took her beating but did not get up for he knew that if he did, she would have a chance of running away. There was no way she could outrun him, but it would only make things more difficult. The intruder pulled out the knife tucked into his belt and, using the butt of the knife, dealt a heavy blow to the side of Jillian's skull. She didn't black out completely, but the damage was enough that she lost her strength and once again, both of her arms were pinned down. "You sure are feisty," the man growled, "though not nearly enough. But your body...wow...your body more than makes up for this...easy victory." He lowered his head down to Jillian's right nipple, and he moaned into it. His right hand cupped her left tit and firmly squeezed it. The throbbing in Jillian's head dulled down, only to be replaced by a sharp pain from where the intruder squeezed her breast. "There is nothing more I can do!" she thought to herself. She felt more tears quickly forming at the corner of her eyes when the intruder stopped sucking on her nipple and moved his head up so that they were eye to eye. He stared deep into her light brown eyes, and Jillian found that she couldn't escape his gaze. As much as she wanted to curse and spit on him, she fell quiet under his fiery stare. His breathing was quick and short and she subconsciously matched his pace. The intruder continued to stare into her eyes, almost as if he was trying to enter her soul. Jillian suddenly felt tingling sensations all throughout her body, though she knew not why. Lightning flashed and for a brief moment, she saw his face. Her captor had soft features despite his obvious strength. She couldn't make out details, but she saw enough to know that he was handsome. "What am I thinking!" she thought. "I should be disgusted by this fucking rapist no matter how fucking attractive he is!" Even though these thoughts ran through her mind, Jillian found that she could not break eye contact, let alone resist. And, with each moment that passed, her sensory perceptions seemed to become heightened. She grew more alert to the surrounding and shuddered with cold because of the intruder's wet clothes. Finally, he broke their gaze, let go of her arms, and stood up beside the mattress. Jillian knew that this was her one time to chance her escape, but she lay still. She even felt reluctant to run. Her intruder started undressing, which reminded Jillian of her own nakedness. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious, as if she was showing her naked body for the first time. She turned on her side, revealing her back to the man and raised her knee to her chest when he said, "Don't turn your back on me." She returned to her original position but still kept her legs closed and her breasts covered. Jillian didn't look at her intruder, but with another flash of lightning, she saw from her peripheral vision that he had almost undressed all the way. Also, she noticed that he was well defined and had a muscular body. The sight frightened her, but at the same time aroused certain feelings that she thought to be odd at that moment. ****** Dorian knew at once when he saw the beauty in the bathrobe that he was going to enjoy this night. He hid in her bedroom closet and watched her place a knife on the bed and throw the branch out the window. She left the room and he used this opportunity to steal the weapon. When she came back in, he made his move. While he dragged her body through the hallway he had a glimpse of her close shaven mound, which elicited a small moan from his throat and a rise in his pants. Dorian was amazed at the woman's elegant curves and voluptuousness that he felt a slight twinge of regret in hurting her. But the thought of what he was about to do overshadowed that regret. Once he got on his mouth on her tit, the bitch's arms somehow got loose and struck him a couple of times in the face. He didn't think he would have to hurt her any further but she left him little choice. Dorian gained control and resumed the beginning of his assault. Then a thought occurred to him. He knew from experience that if the woman was willing to sleep with a man, the experience was greater for both. So, he looked deep into her eyes and used his hypnotic stare, with the rhythm of his breathing, to gain a certain mind control of her body. With practice comes ease and this was fast becoming easy. Not all his victims were vulnerable to hypnotism but those that were, those that fell to his trick, helped him enjoy the experience much, much more. In addition, his victims' hypnotic state heightens their senses, allowing them to submit themselves and give in to his rape, meanwhile enjoying it all. "As will this one," Dorian thought. Succeeding in getting pass her mind, he got off of her and prepared for a night full of pleasure. "Damn, this girl is fucking hot," he thought over and over again. He couldn't wait to explore her body. ****** Jillian saw the intruder, who no more felt like an intruder, slowly descend upon her. She felt his breath tingle upon her neck, right above the cut the intruder gave her. The pain was no longer there, but the sensation of his warm breath caused goose bumps to rise all along her neck, spreading down through her torso and to her calves. Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a tiny voice scream out in protest, but another breath from the man quelled that voice. She parted her legs for the man as he continued to descend, raising her knees on either side of him. The strong and handsome man met her gaze one more time and said, "God, you are beautiful." She felt her body temperature rise from those words and that fiery stare. The man kissed her softly, yet firmly, and Jillian responded with the same gentleness. She wanted more, though, so she parted her lips and slid her tongue into his, in search for his tongue. She found what she was looking for and both their tongues intertwined and moved against each other. Jillian felt his left hand take hold of her right tit and cup it. She sighed into the man's mouth for she never knew that a mere touch could bring her so much pleasure. The hand on her tit moved down to her ribs and rested on her waist. Every part that was touched by the man's hand gave her a tingling sensation, and all those sensations spread across her stomach and downward. They kissed harder now, building passion and fire. His hand moved again, further down her body trailing the outside of her thigh. She wished that his hand were on the inside of her thigh instead. As if reading her mind, the man moved his hand across her right knee to her inner thigh and...slowly, ever so slowly, his hand rose. Jillian felt like she was being tortured. The man broke their kiss and moved his lips towards the left side of her face. Jillian turned her head to the side allowing him to easily suck her earlobe and breathe into her ear. The sensation that caused, with the man's fingers so close to her pussy, nearly made her climax. She knew her senses were strangely heightened, but she only welcomed it. The man dipped his head to where her neck and left shoulder met and kissed it. He had found her weak spot and her pussy burst right under him. She screamed out in pure ecstasy, which brought a grin to the man's face. He kept kissing his way down until he reached her breasts. He sucked hard and a long moan escaped Jillian's throat as she was still in her throes of passion. She groaned in aggravation when she felt the man's fingers deliberately move away from her slit as he raised his hand above her mound. "Please, don't do that to me! Stop teasing me, please..." Jillian cried. "Tell me your name, and I'll consider it," replied the man. "Jillian. I'm Jillian." The man only continued raising his hand and placed it on her right tit. She felt cheated that the man denied her request. But after all, though, she was still his captive. He kept sucking on her tit, tonguing and nibbling at her left nipple, alternating to her right and back again to her left. She raised her hips and felt his stiffness rest against her clit. He seemed to like it because he pressed his hips back against hers. Once again, he stared into her eyes. "Jillian, call me Dorian. Tell me that you want me," said the man. "I want you, Dorian. I want you so fucking bad," complied Jillian. "Tell me that you're hot for me." "I'm so hot for you. My body is on fire for you, Dorian." "Tell me, Jillian, that you are mine." Jillian hesitated, but Dorian rubbed the side of his cock up and down against her clit and she quickly replied, "I'm yours." She felt like she was quite literally on fire, and at the same time her limbs felt electrified. Jillian did not know how much more she could take. She wanted him to fuck her badly, and fuck her hard. She felt Dorian's mouth go back to tasting her tits, and that made her nipples grow bigger and stiffer. Dorian loved to tease, and he realized that Jillian suffered so much that he couldn't quite possibly see her satisfied just yet. He knew that she wanted him to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out first. Jillian felt Dorian move down, for her eyes were closed and concentrating in all the wonderful feelings her body was exhibiting. She felt his head move between her legs and she couldn't wait for what she knew would be next. As expected, she yelled out incoherently as a warm, moist tongue licked, from bottom up, the opening of her vagina. Dorian grabbed her waist and pulled her pussy toward his mouth. Jillian, too, grabbed Dorian's head and pulled it closer to her womanhood. "Never had a victim of mine so intensely enjoyed herself," Dorian thought. He knew he chose a keeper, and that motivated him to enjoy this night even more. He licked and lapped at Jillian's pussy lips, sucking on them and rolling it around on his tongue. When she climaxed before, he had smelled the muskiness of her cum and upon tasting it, never had he thought it to be so good. Dorian used his thumb to roll around her clit, causing her to quiver as he did so. He stuck out his tongue into her pussy and scooped even more of her cum. This made Jillian gasp and another wave of cum hit him on his mouth. He happily drank in all that he could and fervently massaged her clit. Her hips bucked up and down and yelled, "Oh, yes, Dorian! Fucking fuck! Oh, God!" Dorian couldn't wait any longer and he never felt his cock so hard and ready. He climbed up on top of Jillian and told her to wrap her legs around him. Jillian did as she was told and felt the head of his cock pop into her pussy. She had no doubt that this would be the best fucking of her life. Suddenly, she felt him thrust into her with a grunt, and she knew that all of his cock was buried deep in her. She gasped out in pain for never had anyone penetrated her so deeply. She felt the head of Dorian's cock forced pass her cervix. She was so amazed at the length and thickness of his cock that she momentarily forgot about the pain. As he pulled out, the pain subsided and with another thrust the sharp pain came back, however dulled. Subsequent thrusts allowed her vagina to adapt to the size of Dorian's cock and Jillian felt only pleasure. The pleasure she felt radiated through her whole body and she was sure that she was in heaven. The pleasure and his cock absolutely filled her that she kept screaming out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Stormy Night Dorian never felt such a fitting and wetter pussy as Jillian's. He half-expected that her pussy wasn't able to accommodate his size, but once he thrust his cock all the way to the hilt, he was overwhelmed with joy. The walls of her vagina tightened every time he pulled out and loosened when he thrust back in. Jillian knew how to make this feel so good, and she did it well. He kept fucking her and his pace sped up. Then, not too long after he first entered her, he felt her pussy contract and hot, wet liquid all around his cock. He heard Jillian yell out, "Yes!" but heard nothing when she came, knowing that she held her breath to multiply the feeling of her climax. Every time he slid his cock back and forth, her juice would sluice out of her pussy and down her ass. Jillian let a breath of air when her climax finally settled down. She came three times in such little time that she became lightheaded. She's never been able to cum more than once in a single session, and the fact that she had multiple orgasms astounded her. The pounding of Dorian's hard, thick cock felt so good inside her that she didn't want it to ever stop. Soon enough, though, the pace of his thrusts picked up even more speed and his cock swelled. With what sounded like a battle cry, Dorian burst into Jillian's womb. She felt hot liquid pouring and pulsing out of his cock deep within her. The sheer amount of his sticky cum surprised both Dorian and Jillian, as his semen oozed out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass. A few more thrusts and the flow of his cum finished, but another orgasm was fast approaching for Jillian. "Keep going, Dorian! Please a little more..." requested Jillian in an a moan. Dorian's cock was so sensitive that he couldn't possibly fuck her anymore, but Jillian's insistence and his want to please her kept him going a little more. A few seconds passed and Jillian yelled out in another wave of ecstasy. Dorian's hypersensitive cock yet again pushed him over the edge and came once more, shooting deep into Jillian with more jets of his hot semen. He collapsed on top of her, and slowly rolled off. Jillian felt the mixture of both their bodily fluids ooze and drip out of her agape pussy. Her body still tingled from the aftermath of her last orgasm and she suddenly felt so fatigued. As if waking from a dream, she was horrified at what just occurred, but even more terrified of the fact that she willingly submitted to a man who calls himself Dorian. She looked over to his right and found him staring at her with his penetrating eyes. "Something about those eyes," she thought to herself, "leaves me tingling all over. Perhaps, it's not so bad." With that as her last thought, she drifted off to sleep. Stormy Night This story took place during Hurricane Charlie in Florida. As soon as we got word that Hurricane Charlie was headed in our direction I began to work at boarding up my house. We lived in north-central part of Florida so the impact was not to be direct but it was better to be safe than sorry. The day before the storm was supposed to hit, I had the house all boarded up. I decided to send my family to Georgia and I would stay and weather the storm. After a few hours on the road, my wife called frantically to tell me that her sister was all alone in her house in Central Florida and her husband was stuck in Chicago and could not get a flight out. She asked me if would go down and help her secure her house and help her take care of her four kids. I was tired and not really looking forward to doing any more work. I knew it would be hard to find supplies this late in the process but I just couldn't leave her there by herself. So packed up the pick-up and drove the hour and half to her house. She had already measured the windows and sliding doors so I ran to the hardware store and bought what I could and went to work. It took me all day and most of the night to get it done. And just in the nick of time too. Then we went in and began to get ready for the storm to hit. Now I have always had a crush on my sister. She is four years younger than my wife and is really the beauty of the family. She was 5'6", blonde, thin about 115 pounds and small perky breast that had not lost any firmness in spite of four kids. She had gorgeous legs and was very athletic, playing tennis several days a week. Despite the attraction, I had never made a move on her. It just didn't seem right. But here we were about to weather a hurricane together and for some reason I was horny as hell. I guess it could be that with all the prep the last few days I had not had a chance to even think about sex. I could tell that my sister (Susan) was very apprehensive about the coming storm. So after feeding her kids and getting them settled in the hall way of her utility closet with air mattresses, I sent her to go take a hot bath because we didn't know when the next time she would be able to do that. She thought it was a good idea. So she went in and poured herself a bath and I went on to clean the kitchen and get the flash lights and candles ready just in case. The wind was starting to pick up and the rain started to fall. I sat on the couch and before long the hard work of the last two days caught up to me and I dozed off. Then all of the sudden I was startled by this big crash coming from the back yard and I hard Susan scream out from her bedroom. I got up and wasn't really sure where to go first. But instinct led me to the bedroom. But as I began to move I notice that it was dark. The power must have gone out. I picked up a flashlight and ran to see if Susan was alright. I opened the door and my eyes caught her standing there in her room between her bed and the bathroom door. She was completely naked and shaking from freight. I ran grabbed the robe on her bed and placed it over her shoulders. She immediately grabbed me and hugged me squeezing hard. I hadn't gotten the robe completely around her and could feel her breast pressing against my chest. She sobbed and I comforted her and asked if she was alright. She just sobbed in my arms. At one point, after what seemed like an eternity, she looked up at me and I looked into her eyes and without saying a word I leaned down and kissed her softly on her forehead first. Then I gave her a peck on her lips. She looked up at me and smiled. I decided what the hell go for broke. I leaned and down and kissed her again this time lingering a little longer. She didn't repel or push back. In fact, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth and I inserted my tongue. She then kissed me back and we embraced in a long passionate kiss. I gently pushed her back on the bed and began to kiss her harder. I then moved down to her neck and earlobes. She moaned softly in my ear and I knew that she was now past stopping me. I kissed her neck and licked the spot right at the center of her throat where her neck meets her chest. She moaned lauder this time. I then put her right breast in my mouth and began to kiss, lick, and suck. She now was moaning and moving her chest up to meet my mouth. I gave her other breast the same treatment and she was now withering under me. I moved down her stomach and belly stopping at her belly-button to lick it. She was now out of control. Moving down further I began to lick and kiss her inner thighs. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. It smelled wonderful. I kissed all around her sweet love box until I knew she could not take it any more. I gave her one big lick starting from her pussy hole up to her clit. She gasped and then moaned and bucked. I had her now. I started licking her and fucking her hole with my tongue as she wiggled and bucked in excitement. Her juices filled my mouth, chin and face. The first climax surprised me because it didn't come like my wife usually comes. She just started to moan and she threw her head back as her body shook. I thought that would be it. But then she wrapped her legs around my head and grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. I licked and sucked for dear life. She came again and again. I then threw her legs up toward her chest and attacked her ass hole with my tongue... She growled and pushed her fingers in her pussy as far as they could go. In a few minutes she was coming again. I could see that this orgasm was stronger than any of the others. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She shook for what seemed like minutes. She then relaxed and laid back still rubbing her clit with one hand and her breasts with the other. The wind was really starting to pick up. I decided to go check on the kids. As I got up she sat up on her elbows and said the first words since I walked in the room. "Thank you... I needed that." I kissed her gently and she kissed back tasting herself on my lips and mouth. I went to check the kids and left her to get dressed... My head was spinning. I got to see her beautiful body and taste that gorgeous pussy. I could weather any storm with that vision in my head... To Be Continued...