0 comments/ 9583 views/ 2 favorites The Storm By: Joycat I worked late at the office, was the only one left at 9PM when I decided enough. I had not been aware of the raging storm outside. As I reached the outer doors I saw the thunder, blowing rain and wind, lightening closer than any storm had been. Damn, my car was parked so far in the outer lot... well I made a run for it. By the time I reached my auto, I was drenched through, I fished around for my keys and noticed I had locked them in my car. The rain was sheeting down so hard I could not see an inch from my face. I stood looking to see if anyone at all was around, but all had left. I turned and began running back to the building when thunder and lightening struck... I felt the current under my feet... I was stunned. Then I saw bright lights, heard the screech of brakes... a car had almost hit me. I stood there frightened and in shock, the car door flew open and a quite tall man got out. He was speaking and appeared upset, but I could not make out what he was saying... my heart was pounding in my ears, my head was spinning. He approached me, still asking questions... I was unable to answer. He guided me back to his car and gently placed me into the front seat. I rested my head and eyes . My head was aching now, back in the car he handed me a towel and asked if I was alright. I was only able to nod... god I looked like a wet rat, clothes were soaked through, my white blouse was sheer now and clinging to my breast, I didn't notice but my skirt had slid up to the tops of my thighs. Even though I could only catch glimpses of his face I saw his eyes looking very concerned, he was still talking but my lips were unable to speak. I must have drifted away because the next thing I remembered was being carried by strong arms and gently laid down on a sofa in an unfamiliar apartment. I tried to get up but my head, and legs would not work. He was there telling me its ok, to just rest, something in his voice was comforting, and I was in no condition to argue. I must have fallen asleep, as I woke I heard two male voices in another room. Then suddenly the tall handsome stranger was back. He was holding a steaming cup saying it was good to see me awake. As he handed me the cup our fingers brushed, and I felt the same current as in the storm. I leaned up on my elbows to sip the brew, and just then noticed I was wearing a large soft robe, and nothing else. He saw the look on my face and began to chuckle slightly. Before I could protest, he explained that he had phoned a friend of his who is a doctor that was the other voice I heard. He told me the doctor had examined me, and hence the robe. He also explained the doctor said I needed rest, and to keep an eye on me for awhile. He reassured me I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was feeling better so once again I tried to stand, but legs gave out. He was there to catch me. Now I was embarrassed, he sat with me not removing his arm from around my shoulders, he was almost reprimanding me. I cleared my throat and told him I should leave, I thanked him for all he has done, and told him I would be fine. I just needed to get back to my car to go. I told him I didn't want to put him out any more than I already had. He just looked at me, smiled and told me oh no young lady, the doctor said to keep and I on you and since it was my car that put you in this condition you are not going anywhere in this storm. I looked outside, the storm was still raging. As I tried to speak, his fingers were on my lips to silence me, then his eyes flashed just as the lightening lit up the windows. He moved his body closer to mine, god what was I doing... a complete stranger. His lips took mine. Ummm, his kiss was tender and passionate. My mind was spinning, I responded so easily to his kiss. He stopped ...looked into my eyes, in a deep whisper proclaimed the storm had brought the woman he has longed for to him. He was so handsome, so sexy...he kissed me deeply this time, our tongues tasting each others lips, mouths, ummm so good. His breathing was short and deep, he lifted me in his arms once more to carry me to his bed. Once there he asked if I was sure of what I was feeling. My eyes smiled, he was able to see into my soul. He laid me unto his bed, he undressed quickly...what a magnificent man this was. So tall, so strong, his bronzed body glistened, as he approached the bed I saw the largest cock I have ever seen. He had to be at least 8 1/2 " and quite thick, he was getting harder by the second. I must have gasped because he took my chin in his hand and asked again if I was sure, I was so sure, yes I whispered. He slid in beside me, turned me to face him, and kissed me so sensually I saw only tiny stars. His long fingers undid my robe, I heard a low moan from him as he bent to kiss each standing nipple and caress each breast. I could feel his hard shaft against my thigh, he was making me so wet, so hot, his kisses and tongue were like fire on my skin. He moved his hands down to my mound, I felt his long fingers spreading my cunt lips, his fingers explored me. His mouth found my clit... he started to lick, and suck sliding his tongue from the tip of my clit and delving it deep into my tunnel, and back out just to circle my anus. God, this was so good, my hips were moving to meet his tongue and lips with each gesture. He moved to between my legs, pushing them farther apart with his own, he was drinking and tonguing me like a man lost in the desert. My juices were flowing dripping back to my bum hole, I felt his finger massaging and begin to enter my ass... I moaned and my body shuddered, his mouth did not leave my wet pussy, his tongue still working its magic. As I arched, his finger slid halfway into my ass... oouuu so tight. My hand reached for him, I needed to feel his cock inside me. He looked up into my eyes, saw my need...he kissed my clit once more. Still holding my ass in his hands, he lifted my legs over his shoulders. We were both so excited, I was dripping wet, he was as hard as a rock. He placed the head of his huge cock at the outer lips of my pussy, he rubbed my clit, then slowly pushed himself into me. Umm, I felt every inch of him, my muscles were sucking in and squeezing his entire length. We both cried out loud once he was buried deep inside my cunt. I felt his balls against my ass, his thrust were slow at first, then when he was assured of my pleasure, we both began to meet each others movements with deeper, harder thrusts. His cock was so big I could feel him touching my womb, I had never been fucked like this before. He told me to look at him, he wanted to see my eyes, I complied and melted at the lust and passion I saw in his. He was pounding into me so hard his balls were smacking against my ass. He felt me tense, he slowed to almost a stop and said no do not cum yet, I have other plans still. He lowered my legs still between them ... he kissed and licked my pussy again until I cried out load. He told me to turn over he wanted all of me. He began to tongue my bum, kissing each cheek, licking from anus to clit and back again. He used his fingers on my clit while his tongue pushed its way into my ass. Ohhh, I was in heaven. He gathered up some of my juices on his fingers, he pressed first just one gently into my asshole, he moved it slowly farther in until it was all the way to the base of his hand. Then he placed a second finger and began to fuck my ass this way. I was so hot, my ass was burning. I felt him licking my bum hole, his fingers now sliding more easily in and out. He raised my hip and placed pillows under me. My whole bottom was his for the taking. He place the head of that hard cock against my waiting ass hole, my moans told him it was time. He slowly let just the head enter my tight tunnel...oouu, so hard, so big. My ass sucked at his shaft drawing him deeper into me, even though his size was large my muscles continued to pull him in until he was touching me with his pelvis bone. My eyes filled with tears pleasure not pain, he was in me to the hilt. He bent down to kiss my tears away. I let him know I wanted him to fuck my ass. He started to withdraw his cock, my hips bucked back into him, taking him in faster and harder. He grabbed my hips and began to thrust into my burning wet asshole. He grew inside my ass even more. His fingers reached around me to continue to rub my clit, I was groaning, and dripping all over. He fucked my ass so hard, so well. His cock made the walls of my tunnel quake, I was taking him in so deeply so wet. We made love like this until my entire soul gave in to the biggest climax I've ever known. He was ready to cum with me... after a few more deep thrusts, his cock pulsed deep inside, exploding with gallons of his own passion. We collapsed in each others arms and slept this way, bodies tangled together. When I awoke it was sunny and bright, he was not in the bed. Then he appeared, all showered, and handsome standing there with a beautiful smile and tray filled with breakfast goodies. Ummm, all was right with my world. He joined me, we ate, talked, and made love for the next few days. This was truly a storm to remember. The Storm Some time after I graduated from high school, my family moved from Pennsylvania to Orlando, and having no real plans at the time, I went with them. I was sort of ambivalent about the move, because I had to leave a lot of good friends back in Pennsylvania (including a really hot girlfriend) but I quickly became acclimated to my new surroundings. One day, soon after we moved into the new house, I decided to take a walk and explore the neighborhood. It was a beautiful day and I had walked quite a while through several older subdivisions adjacent to ours, when the sky started to grow dark. That's when I learned a valuable lesson about Florida subdivisions. Some of them can be quite large, and they tend to have only one way in and out. They're like cities unto themselves, except that there's nothing there but houses. In Pennsylvania, our town was laid out in a grid pattern, so it was easy to get around. In Florida, if you don't know where the entrance is, you can be stuck in cul-de-sac Hell forever! Of course by the time the first rain drops started to fall, I was nowhere near the entrance (wherever the hell that was) and it was starting to thunder. I began to run, but couldn't see much in the growing gloom, and finally had to admit I was completely lost. When the lightning started flashing around me, I realized I needed to find shelter, but there was nothing but private homes for miles. As the rain started to fall, I saw nothing, not even a convenience store, anywhere in sight. When I slipped and fell in a massive puddle, drenching myself completely, I decided it was time to ask for help. I saw a medium sized ranch home with a nice car in the driveway, and decided to knock. After a few tries, the door opened, and a man in his late 20s stood in the doorway. He was just under 6 feet tall, with an athletic build, and short dark hair. I told him I was new in town and totally lost, and he invited me to come in out of the rain. He introduced himself as Bob, and I told him my name was Rick. I explained that I had gone for a walk and gotten lost. Since I was drenched, he told me to wait in the foyer. He came back with a big blue bath towel, and wrapped it around my shoulders. He led me to a bathroom down the hall and told me to take off my wet clothes and put on the terry cloth bathrobe that was hanging on the door. I did as he instructed, and he took my wet clothes and threw them in the dryer. He showed me where the TV was (fortunately there was a football game on) and told me to get comfortable while he mopped up the small lake my entrance had made in the doorway. I thanked him for rescuing me and he told me not to mention it. The afternoon thunderstorms in Florida can be quite dangerous, he told me, so I did the right thing in asking for help. He gave me a drink and cautioned me to sip it slow at first because it was pretty strong. It tasted like gasoline, but he told me it was brandy, and that it would help warm me up. He poured one for himself as well, and we sat down on the couch to watch football. For some time, we sipped our brandy and watched the game while my clothes dried. The game was pretty good, and we were both really getting into it. By the fourth quarter, it was coming down to the wire. It was a playoff game and everything was on the line. Bob was sitting right next to me on the couch by then, wearing just a pair of cut off shorts and an old grey T-shirt, and I thought for a minute that I saw him trying to sneak a peak at my crotch inside the bath robe, but it may have just been the brandy. Of course I was completely naked underneath the robe, and I have to admit, the thick terry cloth felt really good against my smooth, wet skin. I never wanted to take that bath robe off, it felt so good! When the game was over and the good guys had prevailed, we started talking, and I told him about my old neighborhood in PA. He seemed interested, especially when I told him how my girlfriend and I used to slip out to the barn and fool around in the hay loft. He had me describe everything we did together, in some detail. It was nice to talk to someone about the good times I had left behind. When the conversation started to ebb, he looked over at me with an odd look on his face, and then suddenly slipped his hand inside the bathrobe and squeezed my cock. Now I don't know whether it was the rain, or the brandy, or the fact that I hadn't been laid in so long, but I have to say it felt really good. I mean REALLY good! He started stroking me up and down, and my cock was suddenly hard as a rock, like it had a mind of its own. He asked me if I had ever done anything with a guy before, and I told him no. He asked me if I wanted my cock sucked, and I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him and moaned while he rubbed the head of my cock under his thumb. He was spreading my precum all over the head of my dick and making me moan pretty loudly, when he suddenly bent down and took my cock in his mouth. Wow, did that feel good! I started moaning even louder as he licked up and down my hard shaft, and started sucking on my purple head. He was licking up my precum with his tongue and smiling up at me as he did it. Watching him, as he sucked on my dick, got me even harder. He asked me if I liked having my cock sucked by another guy and I told him "hell, yeah, just don't stop!" He didn't. My dick was suddenly being consumed by a ravenous mouth, and I couldn't get enough of it. I started grinding my hips and pushing my hard shaft into his waiting mouth. I noticed after a while that he was kneading my balls with one hand, and once in a while rubbing my asshole with a finger. That made me moan louder than ever, and then he stuck his finger a little ways into my ass, as he took my whole cock down his throat. Wow! That was it for me, and I blew my load in his mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot white jizz into his mouth. I came so much that little streams of cum were dribbling out the sides of his mouth and down onto the bath robe. I laid back, shut my eyes and groaned in ecstasy, as waves of pleasure shot through my whole body, my legs shuddering and trembling with the shock of my tremendous orgasm. We lay there for a while on the couch, basking in the afterglow, I guess you could say, when suddenly I felt a large hand on the top of my head pulling it downward toward his crotch. I felt something hit my lips, and the next thing I knew I had a man's cock in my mouth! It felt kind of weird, to tell you the truth. All rubbery and smelling like sweaty skin. At first I tried to pull my head back, but he was too strong, and he started ordering me in a deep, dominant voice, "Suck it! Suck my cock!" over and over, and all of a sudden I realized that I kind of liked it. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to get him off the way he had done for me. It was actually pretty sexy having a hot dick in my mouth, and I started moving my tongue around the head of his organ, the way he had been doing to me a little while ago. That made him start to moan and groan, so I did it even harder. I started sucking just on the head of his raging hardon, and then quickly taking it all in my mouth. About that time is when I tasted precum for the first time, and from the first lick I knew I liked it. I licked my tongue back and forth over the opening in his cock, trying to lick out every drop of his precum, and then moved my hand up to the base of his cock and started jacking him up and down, while I took the rest of his cock deep into my mouth. The up-and-down motion of my hand seemed to be getting him off, and his cock really began leaking fluid then. His precum had a nice taste to it that is hard to describe. Not too salty, not too sweet, but what an incredible turnon. The more I tasted it, the hotter it got me. I began really jacking him hard then, and taking his cock as far down my throat as I could get it, sometimes all the way to the base. A few times I started gagging on it and thought I was going to toss, but he told me just to relax my throat and go with the feeling. I stopped worrying about it, and just sucked it all down, and after a while I didn't get that gag response any more. As I jerked and sucked on this hot guy from my new neighborhood, he started moaning louder and louder, and I knew he was going to cum pretty soon. Still, when it happened, I was surprised, because he shot his load with such force that it nearly choked me when he came. I backed off a bit, and then resumed sucking him up and down and trying to swallow the cum that was quickly overflowing my mouth. He shot a last little spurt, and then lay back on the couch, spent. He told me he couldn't believe it was my first time sucking dick. He said I was a natural. A while later my clothes were dry and he brought them out and laid them next to me on the couch. I saw no reason for modesty at this point, so I slipped off the bathrobe and did a little strip-tease for him. I got right up next to him and slapped my semi-rigid cock against his face. He grabbed the head of my dick and put it in his mouth, while he reached up and rubbed his strong hands up and down my tight ass cheeks. I could tell he was turned on by my smooth, young, athletic body, and felt my cock growing hard. I suddenly wanted him again, and we ended up getting each other off again doing a 69 right there on the couch, sucking each other for all we were worth. Later, when I was dressed, I gave him the address to my parents' house and he drove me home. As it turned out, I was only about a mile from their house, but in the opposite direction from where I thought I was. We said goodbye and promised each other we would get together sometime, but I never saw Bob again. The Storm Can I tell you a secret? I can? I'm actually really scared of the dark. Like, I'm stupid afraid. I'm 22 years old and still do that thing where you get ready to turn out your light and then leap into bed and under the covers. I can't go outside at night unless I'm with someone because I'm terrified that something will get me. And you know what? Its not even that I'm scared of what 'it' will do. I'm just scared of it. The terror of the unknown hits me deep inside, in a place that most humans have long since forgotten. They don't remember until something truly terrifying happens to them. I haven't forgotten though. There's a reason we're scared of the dark. I spent several hours hiding down in the basement, in the little safe room. Its all cinderblock on two sides, nothing but wide open house on the other two sides, so its supposed to be pretty safe, especially in a storm. And boy had we gotten a doozy. At least a dozen tornadoes had touched down, all of them too close for comfort to where I live. Funnily enough, this is the day right before my birthday. Way to say 'happy birthday' Mother Nature! I was alone, no one to keep me company except the two dogs, Percy and Dough, and the cat, Duncan. He nervous-farts so you can only imagine my thrill at being stuck in a 6x10 space with him. I had been in and out of this shelter for the entire day. It only really got scary at night, once there was no outside light. The t.v. cutting off suddenly startled me. Suddenly, it was pitch black around me. I tried to keep my head. I tried not to panic but I could feel it already welling in my chest, threatening to overtake me. Hands shaking and heart pounding, I rose from my overstuffed chair in search of a flashlight. Or a candle. Anything to light my way. The thunder outside made me jump. It was too close for comfort. I could hear a deeper rumble, further in the distance. A tornado maybe? Shaking, I called to the dogs. I had to chase Percy down and snatch her up, because she refused to go down to the basement again. But down we went, into the most protected area we could find. I actually have a pretty nice basement. Its got a bedroom, a full bathroom, a living room, den area, and separate room for storage. Behind the bathroom is the little shelter I told you about. The den area is separated from the living room by the staircase but its nice regardless. In this den area is a set of french doors that open up into the sideyard, as a separate entrance. It doesn't have any furniture down there yet but the carpet is half-done. But I digress. We were in the shelter and had been for nearly an hour and a half. I dozed intermittently, trying to keep my personal panic at bay with a dozen lit candles, throughout the bathroom and our hidey-hole. The animals slept around me, Percy by my head, Dough by my feet, and Duncan behind my knees. My cell phone was dying. I'd just sent my boyfriend a last text message. "Don't text or call unless its an emergency. My phone is dying. I love you." We'd fought the weekend before, about him moving in with me. We'd been together five years and he still has trouble with the idea. But that's fine. I'm willing to wait. I could hear the house above me creaking in protest, clearly straining against the fierce winds outside. I could hear it howling against the sides of the house, making a deep melancholy sound that chilled me to the bone. I hugged myself, wrapping a blanket tighter around my shoulders. Fear had wormed its way deep into my psyche but I fought it relentlessly. I trembled with the effort. The howling seemed to get louder and my fingers itched to dial Michael, to seek some sort of comfort. I needed my phone though, in case of an emergency. I curled my fingers tightly into my palms, until my manicured nails dug little half-moons into the skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I would simply fall asleep and it would all be over because I would wake up in the morning and the light would be back. I had finally-finally-started to drift when a sudden crash startled me into a sitting position. I held my blanket tightly and Percy started to yap loudly. Dough growled lowly and Duncan had wormed himself into a corner, his green eyes wide and terrified as my own. The french doors had given in. Should I go close them? I could try. But...But... Over the howling wind, I could hear something else. A deep sound that fertilized the fear in my body. I tried to curl into a corner, listening carefully. The sounds were slightly familiar. Claws against a half-finished floor. Growling. Except this growling was much, much deeper than Dough's. It came from a deep chest, from a massive animal. The tears rolled uncontrollably as I tried to worm myself into the corner. Duncan started to yowl, his back arched and jammed as hard against his slot as he could be. Even the dogs were whining and howling, scrambling around one another and both trying to get into my lap. I hugged Dough tightly, burying my face in his smelly fur. My eyes shot wide when I heard snuffling at the shelter door. Oh gods, whatever it was knew we were in here. I shook uncontrollably, fighting a loud sob, swallowing it down and hugging Dough so tight, he fought against him. The animals had gone silent and completely still. This terrified me even more than when they'd been panicking. For a moment, there was perfect silence. I could hear nothing, not even my own breathing as I waited. The door suddenly blew in and I screamed with everything I had. I screamed so hard, my vision shook and my ears ached in protest. My scream was overpowered by a massive roar. The creature in the doorway was huge, so tall it had to crouch to get through the doorway, its shoulders so wide, it had to turn sideways. I backed further into my corner, screaming until I felt something in my throat give out and my voice was cut short! I was so scared, I literally pissed myself. The creature roared, undefined. It had blown out all of my candles and I searched, even while I screamed soundlessly, for my flashlight. I finally grabbed it, flicking the button just in time to see a massive hand reaching for me. It was dark and shaggy, the palm and fingers dark skin that looked rough. I swore I saw claws! I lost my flashlight as it snatched me up by my arm. Its whole hand covered my forearm. The terror of it all was too much. I suddenly sank into blessed darkness, away from my fears, my pain, from everything. When I woke again, my memories were murky. I knew I had been in some sort of trouble. I had..I had been in the shelter? And then..and then... It all came back and I came to my senses. I was suddenly thrown to the ground. I had no clue where I was, but it was clearly somewhere deep in the woods. Wet leaves clung to me and tangled in my short hair. I tried to get my feet under me but a massive hand clutched the front of my shirt, yanking me up again. My captive snarled, tearing at my shirt with huge black talons. I fell back as the front of my shirt came free. I tried again to get away, my feet scrambling desperately but it only flipped me over, grabbing at the hem of my jeans. Oh gods, surely it didn't intend...? It ripped and tore, taking precious skin with it and leaving light gouges in my hips. It was more than enough to take my underwear with it. Immediately a cold nose was shoved against my nether regions and I screamed, reaching back to shove it away. I received a snarl and a sharp bite on the back of my thigh. I broke into rib-wracking sobs, shaking my head, "NO! No, no, no!" The creature could care less. It yanked at me, finally snatching at my forearms and pulling them back hard, forcing my back to arch and giving me no leeway to struggle. I tried to sit on my heels but found myself shoved forward, facefirst into the rain-soaked leaves. The rain still poured, harder than any I'd ever felt but not quite hail. Thunder boomed overhead and I felt the beast tense behind me before it returned to its task. I was forced to press the front of my body to the ground, crushing the brush beneath me and surely leaving a gash here or there from a sharp twig. A wide, flat tongue slid up my asscheek and then over my thigh, where I'd been bitten. I shuddered and hiccuped in a breath, sobbing a denial into the leaves. It had hold of my legs and it suddenly spread them, forcing them apart almost too much. I screamed in pain and...and it relaxed its hold, unexpectedly. So it knew when it was hurting me... Maybe it could understand me? "Pl-please, let me go," I managed into the leaves. I felt it tense before it snarled, snapping its teeth inches from my ear. I screeched, pressing my face back into the underbrush. A big hand covered my sex, rubbing with too-rough fingers and testing me. I tried to escape it, tried to think of something else but it was all too surreal. It continued to lick me, this time directly at my sex. It used a hand to part my asscheeks, even going so far as to give me a full front-to-back tongue-bathing. I let out another sob, curling my hands into fists against the leaves. It shifted suddenly over me. I saw one huge hand descend to a spot near my head and felt the wet, furry hide of its hips against my ass. Oh gods, it was going to rape me... The reality was too terrifying but I couldn't escape it. I felt a furry sheath pressed between my cheeks, the tip of a hot shaft. Yes, it intended to rape me. It used its free hand to lift my hips. I was incapable of moving. I could do nothing any longer, except press my face into the underbrush and pray that this was all a horrible nightmare. It ground its shaft against my cheeks and now-well, there was denying it was a male. His balls slapped against my cunt as he thrusted wildly against me. He was thrusting so hard against my skin, I could feel his shaft rubbing over my asshole. His shaft was surprisingly moist, maybe because it'd come from a shaft? Why was I even thinking about it? Because logic was better than thinking about what was about to happen to me. He grunted over me and I felt his chest against my back. He was trying to shift me, position me. I sagged uselessly, not that it did me any good. I felt the tip of a sloped penis exploring my back end, leaving a trail of slick precum. Canine-esque panting sounded from somewhere over my head. I didn't bother to look, trying to move my hips so that he couldn't find my entrance. He didn't seem to realize I was actively doing this to avoid his shaft because he slid his entire hand over my pubic mound, using his fingers to feel out where he was going. He used his index and middle finger to part my sex, spreading me open. I heard him groan when the tip of his dick danced over my folds. I was ashamed that the feel of his sloped penis rubbing against my clit was arousing me. I fought it, denied it but my sex was evidence enough. Oh gods, sex... Not sex. Rape. He shifted his hips up and I felt his entire rod slide against my sex, rubbing me from clit to entrance and it made my mouth fall open, though I resisted any sounds. This didn't feel goo- He suddenly sank into me, shoving an impossibly thick cock into me. I screamed. It hurt. It couldn't have been any more painful. I rocked forward on my forearms, gasping for air and tears falling anew, down my cheeks. He hadn't managed to get his entire shaft into me the first time so he bucked his hips, attempting it now. He hit my cervix too fast, too hard and I cried out again. He held me by my sex, his arm hooked around my hip, his fingers still parting me around a too big cock. He groaned loudly, shifting the hand supporting him so that his arm hooked over my shoulder, keeping me in place and bucking his hips harder against me. He crammed his cock inside of me, stretching me far too quickly. Pain assailed me...but at the same time. Oh gods, real cock felt so good. I found myself panting with him as he set into a rapid pace, barely pulling out of me before he was thrusting back in, attacking my cervix with firm, hard thrusts. His shaft filled every inch of me, stretching me more than I'd ever been, more than I ever would be, surely. His short, deep thrusts made his balls swing against me, made them slap my clit and pubic mound. I apologized to Michael over and over in my head. I moaned aloud though, finally breaking as liquid arousal flooded my cunt. My breasts swung freely, having slipped free of my sports bra. He shifted his grip, grabbing my hips with both hands to push and pull me hard and fast. His pace didn't relent, driving into me in a wild rut. I felt teeth graze the back of my neck before he clamped down, holding me in place by my neck like a stud with his bitch. He panted against the back of my ear but his teeth didn't break skin. My skin tingled where his fur rubbed me and his balls kept swinging, rubbing my clit relentlessly, in time with his pounding of my insides. My fingers curled in the leaves as the monster claimed me, raped me, fucked me. I was losing my mind, spreading my knees wider for more stability, listening to the sound of his wet hips slapping my ass, punctuated by the crack of thunder. He suddenly changed his pace, pulling his cock all the way out only to slam into me, drawing a deep moan from my throat each time. He pulled free of my sex, panting against my neck and letting his cock dangle against my now swollen slit. I was quite insane, rubbing back against his length like the bitch I now was. He maneuvered me as he pleased, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me onto my back, only to grab my hips and lift me up between his legs. He forced me to hook my legs over his hips and I had to hold onto his forearms to keep from sagging backwards. His shaft grazed me, the very tip sliding up my folds and flicking over my swollen, desperate bud before he slid against my stomach. His cock reached past my navel and I knew without a doubt he planned to get it all inside me. He humped me like that rubbing his cock against my stomach so that I could feel his furry shaft pressing against the lips of my pussy. My toes curled as I gasped for air, leaning back and letting the rainwater assault me. He shifted again, plunging into me again, until I could feel his cock bottoming out against my cervix. He moved me like a sextoy, his hands wrapped around my waist to the point of bruising, the tips of sharp claws digging into me. A long tongue danced over my chest, lapping first at one bouncing breast, then the other before he took my nipple between surprisingly gentle teeth. I felt him sucking at my tit almost tenderly, even while he pounded viciously into my sex. My brows knot tightly, my breathing becoming more erratic. His fur grinded harshly into my clit, his cock pounding at my insides relentlessly. It came suddenly, bowing my back and making my legs straighten out to either side of him. My orgasm made me see stars, literally as I threw my head back, screaming to the sharp clap of thunder overhead. My body contracted on his shaft and he growled harshly, pounding through, driving my orgasm to the absolute brink. I curled my fingers into his arms, until my nails dug into him. Something was pressing against my sex and my scream hitched in volume as I felt it suddenly shove into me, locking my body to his. A...A canine knot? Werewolf... Of course. How could I not have known that? But the thought was hardly a terrible concern at the moment. He kept thrusting as much as he could, pulling his knot back and forth inside of me. He was incapable of separating from me. It suddenly swelled more inside of me, more than what I could take and I grit my teeth with the effort. My toes curled and my legs tensed and stretched. Another orgasm assailed me as the beast suddenly lifted his head, giving a deep-chest howl that shook us both. Inside, I could feel it, spurt after spurt of too-hot cum soaking my insides. He kept cumming and cumming! And so did I. My hips bucked uncontrollably, my thighs flexing and my stomach convulsing as I screamed my heart out. When I came to, I was still knotted to the creature, although he'd finally laid down, covering my body with his own but leaned to the side so he didn't crush me. I didn't understand what had happened, not at all. But his body sheltered me from the wind and from the rain. I shivered regardless, pondering what would become of me. Was I to become a werewolf's bitch? Did I care...? The Storm We both jerked awake when the thunder hit, and both settled back into bed when we realized what it was. I smiled a bit and snuggled back down, sleepily looking at the window and then shutting my eyes, letting the light patter of rain put me back to sleep. Then another loud crack echoed through the house, and my eyes stayed open. I glanced over at Markus to see him roll over. The man could sleep through anything. I pushed the covers off of me and got out of bed, putting on my slippers to protect me from the cold hardwood floor. I pulled the curtains apart just a little and watched the lightning light up the sky. Our neighbors had a tendency to keep their porch light on, which Markus hated, so we had black-out curtains to keep the light out. I quickly opened them, stepped towards the window and then shut them behind me, hoping it kept enough light out of the room so he could sleep. A flash of lightning, and I counted to myself, "One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand..." and made it to ten. Ten miles away, I thought, enjoying the game of my youth. A louder boom rolled in, and I heard Markus get out of bed, assuming the thunder had woken him enough to where he needed to use the bathroom. He wouldn't be surprised to see my slippered feet under the curtains and the shape of me hiding behind them. He knew I loved thunder storms, and would leave me to my musings. Suddenly, I felt the curtains opened quickly behind me, jumped, and glared back at Markus. "Jerk," I mumbled, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. For awhile we watched the storm come in, and as the rain started to come down harder, Markus slid his hand up underneath my tank top and up to my breast. I smiled, and placed my hands on the window frames beside me, allowing him full access. His other hand pulled the tank top up over my breasts, and he rubbed them softly, my nipples already hard from the cool air coming in from the drafty windows. I leaned back into him, letting my head fall back and presenting my neck to his eager kisses. He nibbled on it lightly, and I sighed, his caresses on my breasts becoming a little rougher. He took my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them, making me break out in little shudders of pleasure. I bent my knees slightly, and slid my ass up his upper thighs and rubbing it against his hardening cock, feeling him groan against my neck as his nibbles turned into long and deliberate scrapings of his teeth across my skin. One of his hands slid down my belly and made it's way under my pajama pants, rubbing the soft and trimmed hair of my pussy up and down. I placed my feet a little further apart and Markus slid his middle finger down my slit, rubbing one side of my clit, and then the other, making me shiver and let out a light moan. I was already dripping wet from the nipple play, and his finger slid easily from one side, up and around the top, and down the other side. He then put his index finger on one side of it, his middle on the other, and rubbed it up and down slowly. A flash, and then a loud crack of thunder followed a few moments later, letting me know the storm was almost fully upon us. The hand that was playing with my breasts moved to my neck, and Markus squeezed lightly, knowing how much I loved it. I felt a hot flash in my privates as he held me in place by the throat, quickening the movement of his hand between my legs. He kept his fingers apart, only occasionally touching my clit, and it was driving me mad. I removed my hands from the window frame and squeezed my breasts roughly. I was moaning loudly now, pinching my nipples and pushing my ass back against his now completely hard cock. "Shhhhh..." he whispered in my ear, slowing the up and down movement of his hand, making me whimper in protest. The hand that was around my neck squeezed a little harder, and then left my neck to slide down between my breasts, which were still in my hands. A moment later his hand left my body, and I was curious to know where he was going to put it. His other hand slid slowly from my pussy to the waistband of my pajama pants. I felt his other hand on the opposite side, and he pulled them down slowly over my ass, and let them fall to the floor. He stepped back away from me, and I took my feet out of my slippers and kicked them and my pants aside while taking my tank top off over my head at the same time. I stood there, waiting to feel his hands on me again, my pussy pulsing and waiting for his touch to return. The storm was in full rage now, flashes of lightning going off every few seconds and thunder rolling almost continuously. A movement caught my eye, and I turned my head slightly to see our neighbor, Ryan, running out to his car in full rain gear. I heard a light chuckle behind me, and then felt Markus grab a handful of my hair slowly with his left hand. My pussy was on fire now, and he slowly pushed me forward until my face and whole upper body were pressed up against the cold window. I placed my hands on the glass up near my face, and Markus spread my legs apart with his knee. He had my face turned to where Ryan was trying to hurriedly turn on his car and roll up his windows. He slapped my ass, making my shriek in surprise, and I knew he was hoping it would get Ryan's attention. Markus always caught Ryan checking me out, and I am sure our poor neighbors had seen Markus and I having sex on multiple occasions. I knew Markus got a kick out of it, but when he slapped my other ass cheek, I held my shriek in. He made the fist in my hair tighter, and slapped my ass harder this time, and I let my shriek loose. I glanced down to see Ryan getting out of his car and looking around. Markus slid his hand down the back of my ass and then slid a finger inside of my pussy. I sighed, watching my breath fog up the window. He slid his finger out, and then pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan. He pulled the fingers out and then pushed them back in, harder than the last time, and I let out another moan, a little louder than the last. He tightened his fist in my hair again and pushed my face a little harder against the window, which in turn pressed my breasts up against it a little more. "Get his attention," he growled, pulling his fingers out and slamming them into me, making me yell out as the walls of my pussy started to tighten around his fingers. I saw Ryan glance up and then dart around to the side of his house that faced ours. It was completely in shadow, but a flash of lightning revealed his location. I was far enough away that he couldn't tell if I was looking at him, and he knelt behind some shipping pallets he kept on the side of his place for bonfire nights to conceal himself. Markus started working his fingers in and out of me, roughly, then tender, then rough, making me moan and sigh and yell out at times. I pushed my hand down between me and the window and started fingering my clit, making my orgasm build faster and stronger. The wind was blowing, thunder rolling, rain pouring, and I came loudly, pushing back against Markus' hand and shuddering uncontrollably. I wasn't even done coming when Markus pulled his fingers from me, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me away from the window. He bent me over, and I placed my hands on the window sill to keep from falling over. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his boxers fly to the side of the bed, and felt him start to push his hard cock in my still quivering pussy. He slid in slowly, savoring the feel of my pussy caressing him, and then pulled almost all of the way out. He slid back in, and then out, in, and out, making waves of pleasure shudder over my body over and over again. He started to thrust into me faster and harder, and I placed a hand on the window to be able to push back. He moved me forward, bit by bit, and soon I was a little more upright. I braced my hands on the window frame and he started to fuck me relentlessly. My tits bounced every time he thrust himself into me, and I could feel another orgasm building in me. From the grunting behind me, I could tell he was getting close, and I suddenly remembered Ryan. I placed my hand on the window in his general direction, and turned my gaze that way as well. As my orgasm overtook me, I yelled out, making sure he would be able to hear me through the window, the rain, and the little rolls of thunder that still remained. I felt Markus' hands tighten on my hips and he thrust into me hard. I could feel his cock pulse as he shot his load inside of me. I felt him bend into me, and he placed small kisses on my shoulder blades. He was breathing hard, and between gulps of breath he asked "Where?" I chuckled a little, starting to straighten myself up. "Pallet pile." Markus pulled himself out of me and I felt our juices start to run down my inner thigh. He moved closer to the window, and pulled me to him for a deep, long kiss. Once his lips left mine, he turned in the direction of where Ryan was hidden. He waved like a little kid to Ryan and then pulled me away from the window and closed the curtains. We both burst into laughter and turned to make our way to the bathroom for a shower. The Storm It is well after midnight. The dark ebony mist floating in the starlight. You have long since gone to sleep and I know that I should meet you in our dreams, but my body is on fire, shaking with unfulfilled need. I try to distract my yearnings, while a soft rain begins to fall. The sweet lullaby quieting my mind and relieving the tensions of the day, if only for a minute. As if reading my growing hunger, the quickening drops strike roof only to be randomly punctuated by thrusting rumbles of thunder. While the rain begins falling in ravaging torrents, my mind wanders to such decadent enticements that I can no longer control my yearnings. Hastily, I rush to the back patio to embrace the storm which has become the personification of you. Just as I step into the downpour, loud cracks of thunder announce my arrival. The flash of lightening which follows provides a spotlight for the erotic visions that are about to unfold. I catch my breath realizing that despite the late hour, anyone could be watching. In fact you could be right here watching from behind the moonlit bushes. A naughty smile crosses my lips as I imagine you taking in the sight of my now soaking wet, peach lace camisole clinging to my sizeable breasts. My nipples poking through holes in the lace, occasionally suspending droplets of rain from their hardened peaks. How wicked of me to think of your tongue catching each as it drops. My thoughts are interrupted as thunder rolls once more and my body is momentarily awash in the light. I seductively strip the camisole from my slick skin, allowing you full view of my naked breasts dancing in the moonlit downpour. I raise my arms and spin around allowing the rain full access to my exposed flesh. Drops of rain hit my swollen breasts and my nipples instinctively harden, turning upward in anticipation of pleasures yet to come. My pulse quickening, I rip the second skin of wet lace from my hips to allow the rain to access the sweet flower hidden at my core. Naked, I recline on the picnic table spreading my legs and exposing my tight bud to the pelts of liquid now teasing my depths. My body yearns for you, like the lily yearns for the summer rain, but I have only my imagination to draw on. I close my eyes and there you are, only steps away, close enough to end my torment at any moment, but instead silently relishing the sight of my rain drenched body arched in worship of carnal lust. I lean my head back offering my naked body to the storm, the storm that now embodies you. Your lips are savage against my mouth, falling in fierce drops on my tongue as I drink you in. My hands run up my slick stomach, stopping to squeeze the full breasts that delight you so. I pinch and pull my tight nipples, demanding that they lift higher to accept your warm, wet kisses on my cool puckered flesh. My body aches as my hands dip lower and lower, the feel of your unshaven jaw scrapes against my stomach as you suck the moisture from my navel. Instinctively, I arch my torso up to meet your mouth just as another flash of brilliance casts a spotlight on my wantonness. I smile imagining your face above mine and my hands drift lower, drawing small puddles of moisture to my steaming center. The teases of the drizzles mimicking the flicks of your tongue, as they outline the freckles of my inner thighs. My fingers graze down along these branding streams and squeeze the soft flesh beneath. A trail of sprinkles slips down to tickle my clit and dewy, pink lips. My pussy contracts tightly trying to drink in the delicious moisture. The downpour continues as I tilt my hips skyward and spread my lips imagining each precious drop is the delicious taunt of your tongue. My body trembles when a drop of my own slick juice mingles with nature's dew tracing a path from my throbbing pussy to my sensitive, tighter bud. As if on cue, the thunder roars once again mingling with the moans escaping my lips. The patio is illuminated once again, but I am oblivious to any onlookers. My only focus is my mounting need for you to take me right now, right here in this howling storm. I imagine mine is your firm, rough hand cupping my sex and claiming it as yours with a teasing wet slap that echoes through the night air. My breathing becomes fast and ragged as my clit is taken between two fingers, imagining your mouth pulling while the rain's onslaught becomes the slapping of your tongue. Sensing my increasing need, fingers begin to rub the moisture over my tight little bud as another hand finds my slippery center. All I can think of at this moment is the sweet sting of the storm kissing my body and the insatiable lust I have to feel your wet flesh against mine and your hot wet cock devouring what is yours. A finger plunges inside my taunt, steaming depths, caressing the little nub causing lightening to engulf my body. Another finger massages my clit in circles, taunting and teasing as my hips buck in response. The rain begins coming down harder and harder, but my need for you is all consuming. I am oblivious to torrential downpour, as the threatening cloudbursts rage throughout my being. A second finger invades my depths and my gasp floats on the wail of the wind, as the tight entry yields to your demands. I can feel the definition of the ridges within my inner walls and the tight rim that fights to trap the invading fingers, as if they were your blessed cock. Oh how magnificent it is to have the rain kissing my skin as my fingers give themselves over to your control! The rhythmic strokes pulling at my core. My body trembling from deep inside as the storm rages on. The thrusts of fingers wildly increasing in speed as my hips leap to each step of their exquisite dance. The wind has joined the rain in its fervent ministrations, slapping against me as the inner quakes grow in intensity. I try to hold out. This is such maddening sweetness, but it is too late. In the thunder I hear your voice commanding me to submit to your will. With the howl of the wind I scream out as fingers are tightly trapped inside and my body explodes becoming one with the storm, at long last one with you. The Storm Rosa ran to the beach, chasing the village dog as he carried her only pair of shoes. The wind howled around her, lifting her dress to reveal shapely tan legs. The rain fell in sheets, causing the thin white fabric to cling to her drenched body. She pushed long, sodden curls from her face and strained to see where the little mongrel went through the torrent of rain and gale force winds. She furrowed her brow at a mound in the sand a short distance away. 'Is that a person?' she wondered. Bracing her small frame against the storm, she trudged through the soggy sand. She came upon a man, obviously a sailor of some kind from his attire. Her eyes covered the length of his body, assessing injuries and admiring his very masculine form. It had been a long time since she'd been in a man's arms and she shivered from the thought as well as from being drenched. A slender hand to his warm chest confirmed that he was still alive. As far as she could tell his primary injury was a gash on his forehead. The rest seemed to be superficial. He was a striking man. Big and muscular, ruggedly handsome, she felt a strange attraction. She couldn't help but notice an impressive bulge in his pants. She resisted the urge to trace it with her fingertips. 'This man needs my help. Snap out of it Rosa,' she thought. Thinking quickly, she used debris on the beach to fashion a litter and dragged him to her hut. She peeled the saturated clothes off the stranger, dried him off and began to dress his wounds. She worked quickly and skillfully. Once he was bandaged, she got him got him settled on her sleeping mat and covered him with a handwoven blanket. She removed her wet clothes and stood before the fire to dry. What she didn't know was that a confused and very aroused sailor was admiring her nude body silhouetted by the fire's glow. He didn't know where he was or who this incredibly sexy naked woman was but he wasn't about to make a noise for fear she would leave. Captain Roderick silently watched as she ran a brush through her long dark hair and the tips fell to the small of her back. From his position the view was spectacular. Her legs spread slightly, he could see soft curls. He realized he was also naked as his erection strained against the blanket. He couldn't lay there any longer. She might scream but he didn't care. He wanted her. And as his men knew well, the Captain always gets what he wants. He stealthily raised to his feet. As silent as a panther he approached his prey. She somehow sensed something was different. She felt a prickle of danger on the back of her neck and gooseflesh began to cover her limbs. Even the apex between her legs tingled and her nipples hardened. She stopped brushing her hair and stood completely still. She didn't hear anything and began to turn to the right. From the left, a hand snaked around and clamped over Rosa's mouth. Another arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back against a muscular male body. The sensation of flesh against flesh was a shock. Rosa didn't know what to do. She was terrified and excited at the same time. Lips plundered her neck and shoulder. Rosa's deep brown eyes rolled upward. Despite the danger her flesh was responding. She was pushed forward and bent over the small table. Captain Roderick, Rod as he was called, took his hand from her mouth. Before she could yell, he growled, 'Shut up and don't make a sound.' The low timbre of his voice sent shivers up her spine, as if she'd heard wolves howling at her door. There was something primal and fierce in his voice and the firm pressure of his hand against her back. She knew there was no escaping this fate. Keeping pressure on her lower back he demanded she spread her legs. She obeyed. His free hand grabbed her pussy and rubbed. Rosa drew in a sharp breath. 'Did I say you could make noise?' At his threatening tone, she shook her head no. She felt shoulders under her legs and suddenly a warm moist sensation between her thighs. A long tongue slid inside her vagina and she struggled not to cry out. A tear slid down her cheek. 'Her pussy tastes like fresh honey,' Rod thought. His tongue roamed at will leaving no spot untouched. He saw her anus pucker as his tongue teased over it. She was resisting and he couldn't have that. 'You are not to resist me no matter what I do to you. Understand? You are to relax every muscle and accept anything and everything I do to any part of your body. Understand?' Though fear gripped Rosa she nodded her agreement. She didn't want to die. Pleased with her obedience he resumed his oral onslaught. As he sucked on her clit his fingers slid in and out of her holes. She had started to tense when he first penetrated her anus but he slapped her hard on the ass leaving an angry crimson handprint. He then twisted his finger into her slowly until he felt her muscles give way. With a finger in each hole he finger fucked her while he licked and sucked her clit. Despite her terror the sensations were exquisitely erotic and her body betrayed her. It responded, becoming more and more aroused. Keeping silent was pure torture. Only fear that he would kill her kept her from moaning or calling out. He continued plundering her freely as he desired. He became bored and removed his fingers abruptly causing her to flinch. Before she knew what was happening, he plunged into her vagina full force and she whimpered. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. He grabbed her neck and squeezed until she couldn't breathe. She grew dizzy and he let go. As he thrust into her he would choke her periodically until she nearly passed out. He pulled out of her and began to penetrate her in the ass. She whimpered again but he kept going until she was fully impaled. She fainted. She woke sore and bruised. Part of what she could recall sent shivers of arousal down her body. As she remembered more, the shivers turned to tremors of terror. She looked around frantically. The sailor was no where to be seen. Then she saw something that made her blood run cold. A note was stuck to the cooking hearth with a knife: Until next time. The Storm The old air conditioner was just a machine, it couldn't have known it picked the worst day of the year to break down. Still, Claire gave it a murderous look as the compressor coughed and died.It hadn't been able to keep up for a while, really. As a result, the apartment that Claire shared with her husband, John, was already too warm to be truly comfortable. Now that the A/C had died, the temperature was sure to skyrocket.John sat in an armchair on the other side of the living room, occasionally glaring at Claire over the top of his magazine. Tempers had risen today with the temperatures; the oppressive humidity of the past week had frayed nerves to the breaking point. Neither of them could really remember what the argument had been about, but neither was ready to apologize either. Claire unfolded her long legs from under her and very carefully straightened the hem of her loose, flowing summer dress. She stood and left John to his magazine, and busied herself in the kitchen with the supper dishes. As she worked, the temperature in the apartment climbed quickly. She bound her long dark hair up on top of her head in a loose bun to keep it off her neck Small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her back. She hadn't worn anything under the dress in an effort to keep cool; soon the light fabric was clinging to her body from a sheen of sweat. She absently pulled the thin material from her skin and fanned herself. I need some fresh air, she thoughtClaire slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The humidity hit her like a wall when she stepped through. The last glimmer of sunset was lost in a murky haze, with dark clouds looming overhead. Far off in the distance, she could see a distant flicker of lightning. The air was still, pensive. Nature seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for the cooling rain. The only sounds were the faint buzz of Sunday night traffic and a few indistinct human voices. The city, too, was waiting, hoping for relief.The clouds darkened, the lightning coming closer, faster. The distant rumble of thunder was giving way to louder crashes. The lights in the parking lot flickered on, bathing the balcony in their faintly orange glow. A faint breeze stirred a few stray wisps of her hair around her face.Claire turned her head slightly as she heard John step out onto the balcony with her. He stayed by the door, not venturing over by the rail with her, refusing even to meet her gaze. She sighed and returned to the view before her.The wind gusted again, stronger this time, lifting a discarded shopping bag and skittering it across the empty parking lot. A few drops of rain spattered across Claire's bare arms. She turned her face into the increasing wind, relishing the feel of the cooling air flowing over her skin.Claire heard a scrape of a bare foot on the balcony as John stepped forward to the rail. He followed Claire's gaze to the gathering storm. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. "Honey, I-"She silenced him by placing a finger against his lip. "I know," she answered softly, "Me too."Nothing more needed to be said between them; this is the way of love.The rain seemed to stall for a moment, but the wind still grew. John stood behind Claire and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. She lifted her hand from the rail and stroked the forearm he had wrapped gently around her trim stomach. He kissed her neck tenderly, and for a long time they both stood silently in the breeze. The sky blackened as night fell around them and the storm gathered itselfThe sudden flash of a bolt of lightning startled John out of his reverie. It was close, the storm would be breaking soon. He kissed her again, more firmly, his tongue tracing a line along the junction of her neck and shoulder. She leaned her head back into him and sighed happily. Rain fell again, not the halting drops of before, but a steady, constant drumming. His kisses became more passionate, nipping playfully at her shoulder with his teeth.Claire moaned and pushed her hips back against him. John's body responded instantly, growing against her. He released her from his embrace, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat she was generating through her dress. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his fingers, massaging them through the thin fabric as he pulled her back against his chest. The rain, whipped by the growing wind, was beginning to pool in rivulets on the parking lot. John pressed forward with his hips, grinding his growing erection against Claire's firm ass.She gasped, almost losing her balance as he pressed forward. She steadied herself with both hands on the rail, arching her back and spreading her legs apart"Take me, John," she whispered breathlessly, "Please, take me now!" The rain became a downpour, lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around them as the storm broke with a sudden fury. "What? Here, now?" John stammered. "But... we're in plain sight, and the storm...." His voice trailed off as she ground her hips against him again. The rain had soaked through her thin dress almost instantly; it clung to her body, accentuating its graceful curves.She reached back and pulled the wet fabric up over her bare hips and spread her legs further apart. "I don't care," she gasped, "Please, fuck me now!"John fumbled for a moment before managing to pull his shorts down, freeing his swollen cock. He thrust forward, burying his erection in her pussy in one smooth stroke. The wind and thunder drowned out her cry of pleasure.John thrust against Claire with a growing intensity, each stroke harder and more powerful than the last. His hands pulled her hips to his with each stroke, filling her completely. His lips kissed the back of her neck passionately. Her moans and cries were torn from her by the storm's wrath as her husband fucked her savagely. She felt a burning ember grow inside her with each stroke until an orgasm exploded from the center of her being.John groaned into her neck as Claire's pussy suddenly gripped him tighter, squeezing his erection. His hands slide from her hips and reached around to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he slammed his hips against her, again, and again. His teeth sank into the skin of her neck.His sudden touch on her breasts sent her over the edge again, her orgasm coinciding with a flash of lightning so bright and so close that the thunder was simultaneous. The balcony was plunged into darkness as the power failed; the latest bolt had hit a nearby transformer. Claire began pumping her hips back and forth along his hardness, her pussy tight on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The lightning stuck close again, the sudden flash dazzling John as his wife's pussy slid along the length of his cock again and again.With a shout, John exploded inside her, filling her with his hot cum. He kept pounding into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her again. His pace slowed as his erection softened inside her, her pussy still massaging its length. He collapsed forward against her as she steadied both of them against the rail."I love you..."The storm continued unabated, unconcerned with the doings of man or nature beneath it. Two souls, united once again, stood in defiance of it's fury, content in each other's arms. The Storm The old air conditioner was just a machine, it couldn't have known it picked the worst day of the year to break down. Still, Claire gave it a murderous look as the compressor coughed and died. It hadn't been able to keep up for a while, really. As a result, the apartment that Claire shared with her husband, John, was already too warm to be truly comfortable. Now that the A/C had died, the temperature was sure to skyrocket. John sat in an armchair on the other side of the living room, occasionally glaring at Claire over the top of his magazine. Tempers had risen today with the temperatures; the oppressive humidity of the past week had frayed nerves to the breaking point. Neither of them could really remember what the argument had been about, but neither was ready to apologize either. Claire unfolded her long legs from under her and very carefully straightened the hem of her loose, flowing summer dress. She stood and left John to his magazine, and busied herself in the kitchen with the supper dishes. As she worked, the temperature in the apartment climbed quickly. She bound her long dark hair up on top of her head in a loose bun to keep it off her neck Small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her back. She hadn't worn anything under the dress in an effort to keep cool; soon the light fabric was clinging to her body from a sheen of sweat. She absently pulled the thin material from her skin and fanned herself. I need some fresh air, she thought Claire slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The humidity hit her like a wall when she stepped through. The last glimmer of sunset was lost in a murky haze, with dark clouds looming overhead. Far off in the distance, she could see a distant flicker of lightning. The air was still, pensive. Nature seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for the cooling rain. The only sounds were the faint buzz of Sunday night traffic and a few indistinct human voices. The city, too, was waiting, hoping for relief. The clouds darkened, the lightning coming closer, faster. The distant rumble of thunder was giving way to louder crashes. The lights in the parking lot flickered on, bathing the balcony in their faintly orange glow. A faint breeze stirred a few stray wisps of her hair around her face. Claire turned her head slightly as she heard John step out onto the balcony with her. He stayed by the door, not venturing over by the rail with her, refusing even to meet her gaze. She sighed and returned to the view before her. The wind gusted again, stronger this time, lifting a discarded shopping bag and skittering it across the empty parking lot. A few drops of rain spattered across Claire's bare arms. She turned her face into the increasing wind, relishing the feel of the cooling air flowing over her skin. Claire heard a scrape of a bare foot on the balcony as John stepped forward to the rail. He followed Claire's gaze to the gathering storm. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. "Honey, I-" She silenced him by placing a finger against his lip. "I know," she answered softly, "Me too." Nothing more needed to be said between them; this is the way of love. The rain seemed to stall for a moment, but the wind still grew. John stood behind Claire and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. She lifted her hand from the rail and stroked the forearm he had wrapped gently around her trim stomach. He kissed her neck tenderly, and for a long time they both stood silently in the breeze. The sky blackened as night fell around them and the storm gathered itself The sudden flash of a bolt of lightning startled John out of his reverie. It was close, the storm would be breaking soon. He kissed her again, more firmly, his tongue tracing a line along the junction of her neck and shoulder. She leaned her head back into him and sighed happily. Rain fell again, not the halting drops of before, but a steady, constant drumming. His kisses became more passionate, nipping playfully at her shoulder with his teeth. Claire moaned and pushed her hips back against him. John's body responded instantly, growing against her. He released her from his embrace, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat she was generating through her dress. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his fingers, massaging them through the thin fabric as he pulled her back against his chest. The rain, whipped by the growing wind, was beginning to pool in rivulets on the parking lot. John pressed forward with his hips, grinding his growing erection against Claire's firm ass. She gasped, almost losing her balance as he pressed forward. She steadied herself with both hands on the rail, arching her back and spreading her legs apart "Take me, John," she whispered breathlessly, "Please, take me now!" The rain became a downpour, lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around them as the storm broke with a sudden fury. "What? Here, now?" John stammered. "But... we're in plain sight, and the storm...." His voice trailed off as she ground her hips against him again. The rain had soaked through her thin dress almost instantly; it clung to her body, accentuating its graceful curves. She reached back and pulled the wet fabric up over her bare hips and spread her legs further apart. "I don't care," she gasped, "Please, fuck me now!" John fumbled for a moment before managing to pull his shorts down, freeing his swollen cock. He thrust forward, burying his erection in her pussy in one smooth stroke. The wind and thunder drowned out her cry of pleasure. John thrust against Claire with a growing intensity, each stroke harder and more powerful than the last. His hands pulled her hips to his with each stroke, filling her completely. His lips kissed the back of her neck passionately. Her moans and cries were torn from her by the storm's wrath as her husband fucked her savagely. She felt a burning ember grow inside her with each stroke until an orgasm exploded from the center of her being. John groaned into her neck as Claire's pussy suddenly gripped him tighter, squeezing his erection. His hands slide from her hips and reached around to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he slammed his hips against her, again, and again. His teeth sank into the skin of her neck. His sudden touch on her breasts sent her over the edge again, her orgasm coinciding with a flash of lightning so bright and so close that the thunder was simultaneous. The balcony was plunged into darkness as the power failed; the latest bolt had hit a nearby transformer. Claire began pumping her hips back and forth along his hardness, her pussy tight on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The lightning stuck close again, the sudden flash dazzling John as his wife's pussy slid along the length of his cock again and again. With a shout, John exploded inside her, filling her with his hot cum. He kept pounding into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her again. His pace slowed as his erection softened inside her, her pussy still massaging its length. He collapsed forward against her as she steadied both of them against the rail. "I love you..." The storm continued unabated, unconcerned with the doings of man or nature beneath it. Two souls, united once again, stood in defiance of it's fury, content in each other's arms. The Storm I'm a 45 year old single (and straight) guy - I've proposed twice but never got to the altar. I've consoled myself with the thought that sometimes it's the journey, and not the destination, that's important. Last summer my journey, so to speak, took a delightful turn when my cousin Pamela came to visit. Pam is two years younger than me, and, like me, several relationships but no marriage. We've always been good friends, but that all changed after her arrival! Can I say that Pam is beautiful, with long brunette hair, a terrific figure, and favours clothes which cling tight to her? Pamela lives on Vancouver Island, where it's usually quite temperate. I live on the Prairies, where the weather is quite extreme. Pam's visit coincided with the height of our thunderstorm season, mid-June. I picked her up at the airport and, after dinner and a glass or two of wine, we drove back to my home in the country. I remarked on the way back that it looked like a 'big one' was building up, with large dark clouds to the west of us. Pam replied that big thunderstorms were pretty rare where she lived, and it might be fun to see one. After we got to my place, we got the suitcase and carry-on placed in her room and had another large glass of wine and caught up on family stuff, our love lives, and so forth (not much to tell on either side there!). Soon it was past 11 PM and a roll of distant thunder reminded us the storm was approaching. I suggested maybe an early night after Pam's flight and she agreed. Heading off to her room, she said good night, and I called back that if the thunder frightened her, she could always crawl into bed with me. Little did I know! The thunder increased as the storm approached, with bright flashes of lightning illuminating my bedroom. I love storms - their power and majesty. The house shook several times as deafening claps of thunder exploded seemingly overhead as I dozed fitfully. Turning over, I felt a bump against the bed, then the sheets being pulled back. "I'm scared," Pam said, sliding into bed next to me. She was wearing a nightshirt. "OK". Pamela moved close to me and asked me to hold her while the storm lasted - what could a guy do but say yes? She lifted her head and I slid my left arm around her neck and shoulders and held her close. She smelled so good, like strawberries! Pam moved her left arm around my chest and scooched her head into the hollow of my neck and shoulder, just as another terrific clap of thunder shook the house. "It's OK, Pam, you're safe here," I murmured. She moved her arm slightly lower along my side and commented, "You're naked". "Yeah, I've slept that way since I was a kid." Somehow, her awareness of my nudity triggered my normal reflex, as my cock being to expand and stiffen. I couldn't tell it to stop, and within a few moments it was semi-erect and was poking against her tummy. "Sorry about that, but I get that way with a beautiful woman in bed with me," I said. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" "Sure do, Pam, and always have." My cock was nearly fully erect now and was clearly pushing against Pamela. "I've always been fond of you, too, John," she said, moving her hand ever so slightly towards my now-rigid cock. I was nervous as hell, what was happening here? Her hand touched my cock and it was like an electric shock went through it. "My, my, you do find me attractive!" I thought I sensed a little grin on her face in the light from a lighning flash. She slid her fingertips along the length of my shaft up to the mushroom-shaped tip, letting them linger there. "Pam, what are you doing?" as if I didn't know. Her fingers slowly slid up and down the length of my cock, making it harder than ever, "I don't know," she whispered, "but ever since I've been little I've always been really attracted to you, but all the rules say cousins shouldn't be. But I'm here now and there's no one to stop us." I moved my right hand up to cup one of her breasts, noting that the nipple had stiffened. She gasped slightly. Another lightning flash. Another roll of thunder. Pamela sat up in bed and whipped her night shirt over her head and flung it on the floor. She breasts bobbed freely, framed on the outsides by her long hair. She lay alongside me again and continued stroking my penis. I could feel my balls tightening up! I let my fingers wander down from her breasts to the flatlands of her stomach and further south, stopping when I touched her pubic hair. "I don't know if we should go any further," I whispered. Pamela took my hand in hers and placed it firmly on her pussy, letting me realize she was wetter than the rain falling outside! I had her answer, for sure. I slid a finger inside her as she groaned ever so slightly, sliding it in and out of her pussy as she stroked my cock. I knew I wouldn't last long. I put another finger inside her, then a third one. Pam was incredibly wet. "I'm probably going to come soon, I can't help it, Pammy." I said. "That's OK, we've got lots of time. If you're going to come now would you come all over me?" "Ooh, yes, yes, please, let me shoot all over your breasts and stomach, Pamela," I whispered hoarsely as her hand stroked up and down my cock firmly and rapidly. I could feel the semen starting to move as my balls tingled. I stopped fingering Pam's pussy and moved to get between her legs with my cock jutting out like a flagpole. "Stroke me, babe, oh God I'm coming....." I gasped, and then a thick stream of semen erupted from my cock and splashed all over Pamela's apple-shaped breasts, stomach, pubes, and pussy. Spurt after spurt flew out, diminishing in volume with each one, but there must have been seven or eight spurts. By the dim light available I could see she was covered in my semen. I collapsed alongside Pamela, momentarily spent. She giggled and said "I think you had a pretty good time there, cuz, now how about me?" I've always thought that turnabout is fair play, so , getting my heartbeat back a little towards normal, I moved my head between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. Ahh! That sweet aroma! My tongue probed her opening moving in and out, up and down the lips. Her clitoris was not missed in my ministrations, either. After several minutes, Pamela's hips started a slight rotational movement, almost seemingly involuntarily. "Oh God, oh God.....oh that's good, yes, yes, put that tongue in my cunt, please....." Being a devoted relative, I followed her instructions. "Oh, yes, oh yes, yes, I'm starting.....Oh G-O-D! Oh, shit!.......I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g......." she trailed off in a ragged cry as muscle spasm after spasm shook her body. Her pussy seemed to clamp down for a few seconds, then relaxed. She was still in the throws of her orgasm when a musky fluid started seeping from her cunt onto my face. Combined with semen from my earlier orgasm, it made for a heady smell, and, responding to that, my cock started to come back to life. Pamela was still buzzed from her orgasm as I lifted my head from her pussy and moved slightly up her body, licking some of my semen off her stomach along the way. "I want to be inside you, cuz." I whispered as another clap of thunder shook the house. "And I want you inside me too," she cooed, recovering somewhat from what was a very major orgasm. I slid my cock up to the opening of her pussy. She looked me squarely in the eyes and said "Fuck me." My cock slid smoothly into her. God, she was so hot inside! She was on fire! I kept pushing slowly until I could feel her cervix against the head of my cock and Pam gasped slightly, "Oh, my, aren't we large!" She wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked her feet together, locking me into a position that I would willingly maintain for as long as I was able. I settled into a rhythm of long, even strokes, feeling and appreciating the texture of her vagina against my penis, her moistness and heat, and seeing by the now occasional light provided by the sheet lightning the look of passion on her face. Occasionally I switched to a quick pace of short strokes, then back to long ones. There was a squishy sound from time to time as the layer of semen I'd earlier shot onto Pam acted like a glue between us. I was in heaven! And, as far as I could see, so was Pamela. After some time just having a very comfortable and relaxed screw, I felt my balls start to tingle again (I am after all 45, and it takes me a while to recover). Pamela's breathing was a little ragged, and she whispered in my ear, "Come inside me and I'll come like you've never seen..." I quickened my pace and shortened my strokes. "Oh-oh-oh God," Pamela cried,"Oh God, oh my....," my balls started to push the semen out and I could feel it racing along the length of my shaft and then I went "Oh Pam!" as my cock head swelled up and exploded inside her pussy, shooting a ribbon of hot cum into her. I kept my weight directly off Pamela as I kept thrusting, the last drops oozing out of the tip of my cock. Pamela's hips started shaking violently again, and then she shrieked "Oh baby I'm cumming.....!!" and with that her stomach muscles started spasming quickly, along with her vaginal muscles. My cock was clamped into it's position (not that I minded!) by this and I watched in awe as this beautiful woman thrashed through an ever larger orgasm than previously. Her muscles seemed to relax after a few seconds, then suddenly she cried out "Oh honey, oh God" and a stream of female cum started oozing out of her pussy around my cock and absolutely flooding the bed. I was completely overwhelmed. She came and came, with her hips and crotch shaking rapidly, hands over her face, totally out of control. I've been with several women and seen a number of great orgasms, but nothing had prepared me for Pamela's 'event'. After a few moments of silence and recovering our breath, I lay beside my cousin and said, "Wow! That was incredible for me, and, it seems, for you too!" Pamela kissed me and said, "I sometimes have these really overwhelming orgasms where I completely lose control and ejaculate just like a man. It's only happened a few times and usually guys get put off by it. But you don't seem to be." "No, babe, but I am awestruck." Pamela giggled again and said, "The tough part now is avoiding the wet spot!" I laughed out loud, and noted, looking out the window, "The storm seems to have passed." Pam said, "So's mine, and, I'll bet, so's yours." "Yeah," I replied, " for an old guy like me those were major league orgasms and I think I'll need some rest." Warm tender lips found mine in the dark, with a little hint of tongue thrown in. "Sleep time, babe," Pam whispered, and we lay back, arms around each other, covered in each others cum, wet sheets and all, and quickly fell into the sleep that only sated lovers experience. Morning's light came as a shock. I opened my eyes, noted the brunette hair beside me, and decided it had not been a dream. I gently lifted the sheet and saw semen caked on Pamela's left breast near the nipple. Her breathing was shallow but steady. I closed my eyes again and thought, "Maybe another half-hour." I thought I had drifted off but the next thing I was aware of was Pamela's lips around my cock, stiffening and rising. I lifted the sheet and saw her grin at me. She stopped and moved up to straddle my cock, taking it into her in one easy motion. I marveled at how well proportioned she was! Pamela used her index finger to diddle her clitoris at the same time and it quickly swelled up to the size of an eraser. What a sight! It didn't take very long before Pamela's pleasing motions up and down the length of my cock caused a fountain of cum to shoot into her again, and she collapsed on top of me, whispering in my ear, "One night gone and six to go, babe, Think you'll last?" It was a great week! The Storm & The Shadow The storm rages all around, lightning flashes threw the drawn curtains while the thunder seems to shake the very earth. With a thundering crash it takes her apartment's power as it's first victim. With her power out she lights a candle and sits restlessly in the candlelight listening to the unsettling noises. How could everything seem so different? It's just the wind howling, blowing branches against the building. Stop being such a baby, you're a grown woman! Wind, thunder and lightning shouldn't bother you. She hates feeling so vulnerable but she's never been alone before. There's always been a man around: her father when she was young, and her husband when she left home. But now she felt vulnerable and so very unsure of herself. I'm an adult! She thought. I can do this. I don't need him to get through the night. Besides I was the one who asked him leave. Anxiously she sits on the sofa with her knees to her chest clutching a pillow tightly, rocking herself back and forth while waiting for the tempest to pass. Each time exhaustion takes over she is jarred back by yet another unnerving sound. Jared awake by a noise, she groggily opens her eyes. This time the sound was not wind or branches, it was slow heavy footsteps inside the apartment. She sits up nervously and backs into the corner of her couch. My god, who is in my apartment? The candle burned out while she dozed and she can hardly see more then shadows on the wall. Sitting motionless, she listens intently, terrified of whom may be there. The sound is gone and she figures her mind is playing tricks on her. Reaching for her lighter, she knocks a glass over and it clangs across the table as it rolls off and lands softly on the carpet. Startled she jumps back then quietly begins to laugh at herself for scaring so easily. Suddenly she hears the footsteps again, slowly growing louder. Quickly halting her laughter, she listens as the steps grow closer to her. Fear swells up within her, terror so intense she can't move. Soon a tall, masculine figure appears in front of her, cloaked mostly in the shadows. Paralyzed by fear she sits, quietly waiting for the unknown. The figure walks slowly towards her, stops by the table picks up the glass, and places it back on the table. Who is he? Can he see me? It's so dark in here, how can he see anything? How did he see the glass? She tries to move but feels cemented in place. He sits next to her on the sofa and with a soft voice, whispers to her not to be afraid. Oddly she's calmed by his voice yet still afraid to speak. He leans back on the couch, reaches over and with soft fingertips lightly brushes up and down her arm. She leans towards him slightly, still hesitant but also feeling strangely comfortable with him. What is wrong with me? I don't recognize his voice yet I'm not so afraid. His touch is so soft, so relaxing and so comfortable. What is it that's so familiar about him? Is it his cologne, I know I know that scent I just can't place it. Struggling inside her mind. Should I scream, run, actually talk to him? Deciding to talk she begins to ask him who he is when he brings a gentle finger to her lips, quieting her. Leaning over, he presses his strong lips to hers. She's taken back by his gentleness. Her arms wrap around his neck and her eyes close as his tongue slowly probes her mouth. Her tongue begins to wrestle playfully with his as she begins to give into a slowly building passion. Thunder claps loudly and she jumps back breaking the kiss. A flash of lightning partially illuminates the room so that she can see more of his figure but still not his face. Thoughts run ramped through her mind. Who is he? Why is he here? Why am I not scared of him? Why did I kiss him? He takes her arms and tenderly guides her body so that she leans against him. Silently he caresses her arms, shoulders, then neck and runs his fingers through her long, soft hair. Unsure of what to do or say she sits there enjoying the calming feel of his touch. They sit without a word for what seems to her like an eternity until he lifts her chin and again kisses her softly. As the kiss grows in intensity he slides her sideways up onto his lap. Instinctively she wraps her arms around him, as their tongues seem to dance in each other's hot mouths. Still locked in a deep kiss, their passion builds and he holds her tightly to him, her nails clawing lightly at the back of his shirt. Through his shirt she can feel his broad shoulders, unyielding muscles and an enticing bulge pressing against her ass. As their lips part he caresses her cheek then nips at her shoulder while his hands run up and down her sides. She moans lightly under her breath. This stranger's touch - so sensitive, caring, warm and inviting, who is he? Why? How does he know what I want, what I need? Hearing her moans he quickly pulls her nightgown over her head leaving her in just her panties. In turn she pulls his shirt off of him and again their lips touch as their bare chests press against each other. When she feels his flesh warming hers all of her questions disappear into the stormy night. All she knows now is that she is filled with passion and desire for him. He runs his hands up and down her bare back as they continue the passionate embrace. He tilts her head closer and starts to bite lightly on her neck and shoulders. Overcome with lust she whispers over the howling wind; I want you. As the thunder clapped loudly he pushes her down on the couch, pulling her panties from her body. She squints, trying to see his face though only able to see a shadowy figure kick off shoes and lower his pants and briefs. He lays naked on top of her, kissing her breasts, rubbing his hot skin against hers. While he teasing her nipples with his tongue, she claws at his back wanting to feel his strength inside her. He kisses down her stomach then down one leg, grabbing his shoulders she try's to pull him back up towards her. Sturdy hands spread her legs as he kisses her inner thighs, driving her crazy with lust. She grabs at him again almost with enough strength to pull him up. Knowing she would succeed next time, he quickly thrusts his tongue into her, flicking it quickly inside her. Her arms drop from his shoulders grabbing at the cushions around her as she moans in pleasure while his motions go from fast to slow and back again. Her body shows signs of her impending climax as she tenses and her hips buck towards him, he stops and drags his naked form slowly up her body, kissing around her body as he moves. As he reaches her lips and begins to kiss her he swiftly lunges his thick hard cock into the deepest recesses of her sex. She screams out in pleasure as he pumps quickly into her over and over again. What am I doing? Oh but he feels so good. Why? I shouldn't but I want it so. Her mind clouds with passion, lust and desire as she gives completely into her unknown lover. Her nails dig deeply into his back and she pulls him tight to her, sinking her teeth lightly into his neck. Moaning wildly between bites as their hips move rhythmically together, his pace slows and with it her moans. After a brief moment he again thrust deep and fast. Her breathing becomes ragged, her moans, whimpers and groans intensify as they escape her lips. Again he brings her to the edge of an fiery climax only to stop deep inside of her. Her hips try to buck against him, her body wanting the release so close at hand. A faint whisper of Pleeeeasssse escapes her lips. He holds her tight to his body, after a moment her struggling hips stop and her heartbeat slow. The sound of the rain pounding on the windowsill and her heavy breaths is all that can be heard. Again he begins to move his still rock solid cock in and out of her, though slowly at first as if to be sure that it will take time to build her back to the peak. He nibbles at her neck and chest as he circles his pelvis, grinding himself deep into her. Leaning in he kisses her as he begins to drive faster into her. She claws at him ravenously; she wants so badly to feel the release. He continues to move in and out of her evening off the pace so that he's not too fast or too slow. He brings his arms under her, stops pushing into her and lifts her up so that he is kneeling back and she is sitting on his lap. Now that she has the control she begins to rock back and forth on top of him. The thunder and lightning clash again as she greedily moves faster and faster, leaning further with each rock. He holds onto the couch cushions as she guides his movements. Their speed increases and she bends backward supporting her self with the arm of the couch. Her body jerking up and down faster and faster, his moans mixed with hers to break the silence of the night. As her orgasm hits he pulls her back into a sitting position, impaling her - his one arm around her back and the other on her buttocks helping to lift her over and over again. His groans are drowned out by her screams as she escalates to that overwhelming feeling of gratification. As her screams turn to whimpers he pushes her onto her back and begins to thrust himself as deep as he can. Wanting to feel his seed, she grinds herself to him, milking him for all he's worth. As ecstasy sweeps through his body, he pulls himself out of her completing his climax on her stomach. The sound of the again softening rain fills the room as he quietly stands and dresses, pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes her stomach. He gathers her clothes, slowly dresses her and without a word sits back next to her. Still unable to see his face she begins to stand. He takes her arm stopping her and softly whispers for her to just lie and relax. With a finger he quiets her protest then caresses her gently, stroking her hair and arms until she falls asleep. When she wakes in the morning she finds herself alone, her panties drenched with her own wetness yet not a trace that he had ever been there. It, he was so real. Could it really have been only a dream? The Storm Before the Calm It was just any normal day, no different from all the rest. I woke up at six and had my normal bubble bath to start the day off with. Relaxing in the tub as I though about the long day ahead of me and the very few things I had to do, I realized that I could go back to sleep and get a nap in before I had to do anything else. After the long sleepless night last night where my thoughts kept going to him, I was ready for a few hours of dreamless sleep. I shaved my legs and my puss, making it all nice and smooth, thought I'm not sure why since I knew my husband wasn't going to have sex with me for at least four days, recovery time he says. After I got out of my bath I sent my kid off to school and then I stripped down to just my pair of yellow lace thongs, leaving my clothes next to my bed, and crawled under the covers as I willed myself not to think of him again. I finally got to sleep, though I'm not sure for how long as I heard a noise or something that woke me up from the delicious dream I was having. I figured it must have been my dog that made the noise so I closed my eyes again and thought about the dream I had been having. He and I were in the park this time, actually where we were most of the time, and he had me pressed up against the wall of the old school building as he whispered soft words into my ear and his hands caressing my breasts making me cum and my knees so weak I could barely stand. Always this dream ends here and I have to finish myself or I will go crazy and my hands go to my own breasts and down to my puss and I finger myself till I cum and I sigh as I relax back onto the bed to slumber again with my hands placed above my head as I normally sleep. This time a noise doesn't wake me, but hands on my wrists do and I jump and draw a quick breath as my eyes open to see him, my lover, my dream man, tying my wrists to the headboard of my bed. At first I strain against the bonds, trying to get free as he watches me and smiles, not saying anything. I finally stop trying to get free, at least for the moment, and I look at him as I breathe deeply trying to compose myself and figure out what to say or do about this whole situation. Truthfully, bondage was something we had discussed, but I thought our relationship had not progressed far enough to do it. Obviously I was wrong and as I watched him I noticed his eyes going to my breasts that were still covered by the blanket as they went up and down as I was still breathing a bit heavily from my trying to get loose. "Um, Honey," I said, rather unsure of what to say, but knowing I must say something, "what are you doing here?" I felt like an idiot, asking him an obvious question, but it wasn't so obvious to me. I had never told him where I lived, only the town. I had my secrets and he kept his, what the hell was going on? With that thought going through my mind I began struggled anew against the ties on my wrist, but again it was fruitless. For the bit that I was looking away from him as I tried to scoot my body as to give me better ability to get free from the ties I missed his movement and suddenly the blanket was gone and he had grabbed my legs and pulled me back down the bed leaving my hands still tied and stretched above my head. I winced at the sudden movement, but I wasn't hurt, more surprised than anything. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I lay there and realized I was naked now except for my yellow thongs and I watched him as his eyes roamed over my body and I felt so exposed. I started to struggle again, feeling like I had to, that if I didn't I was betraying myself and the fact that he still had not said anything was freaking me out. He put his arms on either side of me and leaned over me and I became aware of all of him, his body slightly touching mine as he leaned closer and closer molding himself to me and his face and inch from mine as I stared into his eyes. "Stop moving" he said so calmly and with such authority that I stilled immediately and even held my breath for a bit as he moved closer and my eyes closed as I tried to think, but I couldn't. All that was going through my mind was how good he felt on me and how wet I was from cumming right before my nap. I knew I should have been resisting, but I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Then he made me completely relax as he kissed me on my cheeks and then my nose and then my eyelids, just soft, gentle kisses and then he moved down to my mouth and at first he was gentle and then the kiss deepened and his tongue met mine as I forgot where we were and I lost myself to the wonderful sensations he was arousing in me. I caught myself arching my body trying to get as close to him as I possibly could and the ache in me grew as all I could think about was him and how good he felt. He began kissing down my body to my neck, nibbling and kissing his way to my breasts. He licked and sucked and nibbled all around my breasts, but stayed away from my nipples knowing how sensitive they are. I moaned in frustration as he would circle them again and again smiling at me as I arched my back even more trying to get him to touch them, anything, I was going crazy with wanting him to touch them. "Please" I whispered without even realizing I had spoken until he looked up at me. "Please what?" He asked me as he licked around my nipple again and again and finally I could hold back no longer. "Please stop torturing me like this, suck my nips, please" I was practically whimpering as I made my plea to him and he smiled again. "On one condition," he said as I looked at him expectantly waiting for him to tell me. He rose up to my face and with his hands on my breast he said, "If you want me to do that, then no more stuggling." With that he tweaked my nipple just a little bit with his fingers and then let go as my whole body quivered. I was so close to cumming and yet I didn't want to give in. A part of me wanted to refuse him completely and I just stared silently at him not saying anything. "So, you think you can last, that you're stronger than me? We'll see baby girl, we'll see." He said as again he moved down to my breasts and tortured me by softly touching and caressing and licking, but still not giving me the touch I craved and my whole body was writhing trying to get him to do what I wanted without having to tell him. Just when I though I couldn't take anymore he stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief as he moved as if to get off of me. I was not to get much of a reprieve though as he kissed his way down my belly to the top of my smoothly shaven puss and he spread my legs as he settled himself between them. I set my heels to the mattress and tried to move back away from him knowing he was about to give me the same torture he had given my breasts and though I knew I would enjoy it I also knew that he would win and I would give in, I was that close to telling him what he wanted to hear. His hands settled on my thighs and pushed my legs down holding me in place as I moaned in frustration and knew it was only a matter of time till he had me where he wanted me. I watched him as he moved slowly toward my puss and I gasped as I felt his lips and tongue move around the outer lips, lightly caressing and nibbling. I tried to stop myself from moving, but my body had a mind of its own as I raised my hips up trying to get him to do more than just the light kisses he was giving me, but to no avail. He kept this up for a bit and finally I couldn't keep my mouth closed and I started to whimpering and moaning and tried to move my hips my mind losing itself in the fog of desire that settled over me. When I could take no more I whimpered breathily "Please" and he stopped and looked up at me and asked me. "Are you willing to do what I say?" He asked as he looked at me and I nodded afraid to talk, and he said in his firm voice "Tell me." And I did. "Yes, whatever you want, please, just touch me." I was shocked to hear those words come out of my mouth, but at that moment I did not care about anything but the pleasure I knew only he could bring me. Instead of continuing what he had been doing on the lips of my puss he moved up molding his body to mine holding himself up on his elbows as I felt the wonderful pressure of his hardness through his pants as he moved his hips against mine and I moaned in frustration that he was dressed and determined to torture me. His hands reached for my wrists and he untied me from the headboard though my wrists were still tied together, but I was able to move where he wanted me. I looked up at my wrists then at him and as I was about to ask him a question his lips were on mine and I forgot everything and looped my wrists behind his head as his tongue found mine and I kissed him back with all the passion I had in me and my legs spread under him and wrapped around his waist as all I could think of was wanting him inside me. My eyes were closed enjoying the moment when he stopped and my eyes flew open in surprise and then delight as he moved my arms back above my head and slid down my body just to give him access to my breasts that now felt swollen and ached for his touch. He teased as before moving back and forth as my back bowed and I whimpered saying "please" and he looked in my eyes and I knew I had delighted him by saying that word and leaned his head back down taking one erect nipple into his mouth gently licking at first as I moaned and the tingles started again in my puss letting me know that I would be cumming soon if he kept it up. My hands went to the wrought iron headboard grabbing and holding on as pleasure infused my body as his hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers and his sucking became stronger and my moans became louder and though I tried to stay quiet I could no longer as I came, the wave of pleasure hitting me and lasting long enough for me to have another one as he did not stop until my body fully relaxed and my sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips. At that moment I thought he was finished with me and that we would fuck finally, but I realized I was wrong as he slid down even lower as he looked at me and I said "Oh God" and he smiled knowing that I knew what I was in for. This time when before he kissed me on my puss he tickled me lightly with his fingers making me jump and giggle as I tried to move away, but he stopped me by grabbing my hips and holding me still as he leaned forward and I stopped struggling as I felt his tongue lick my puss and I melted to the mattress as his hands moved away from my hips and spread my legs even farther giving him better access. I lost all thought as his tongue found my center and my hands that had relaxed their hold upon the headboard once again gripped it as my hips raised giving him better access to my puss. Slowly at first his tongue licked and swirled making me shiver and moan at the touch and soon all I could feel was the orgasm that was welling up inside me and just as I was about to cum and moans were becoming shrieks I felt him thrust his fingers inside of me and I came shrieking so loud and as my body relaxed and he had stilled his movements I opened my eyes and looked at him through half closed lids not able to talk. The look of desire on his face as he looked back at me curled my toes and I knew how much he wanted me just by that look. I didn't have a chance to say anything before he thrust his fingers inside of me again and again and my eyes closed with the realization that he was going to make me cum again, knowing that he was in complete control and all I could do was go along for the ride. Each time his fingers withdrew from me my body moved to get them back inside me, to not let the wonderful feelings he was giving me go away. He stayed there watching me as my body writhed and my hands held onto the bed as I peaked again and again one orgasm blending into another until with a scream I came and fluid gushed out of me soaking the bed and his hand and I felt his mouth upon my puss once again as he tasted of my cum and my puss was so sensitive that just his light licking brought me again to intense pleasure and finally he withdrew his fingers and his mouth and I let my body sink into the mattress in utter contentment and unable to think or even move. My eyes were still closed as I tried to formulate any kind of thought in my head when I heard the sound of a zipper and I knew that he was giving in to his passion and even though I was satisfied just a moment ago I knew I wanted him inside me and I could wait no longer. I had waited too long already. I rose to my knees holding my tied hands in front of me as I beheld the sight of him naked and hard and so very ready for me. I held my hands out to him hoping he would get the hint and he did as he untied them for me and with my hands now free I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to me wanting to feel his skin on mine, to feel every part of him. I whispered in his ear for him to roll over and he did and lay upon his back watching me as I came over top him and kissed him as I felt his cock with my hand. I had planned to lick and taste and tease him as he had done to me, but I could wait for him no more and with my knees on either side of him I positioned his cock at the entrance to my puss. I looked up at him as I lowered my body his cock slowly filling my puss, more than it had ever been, it felt so nice and I leaned my head back and moaned my satisfaction at having him inside me. His hands came to mine and he pulled me down to kiss him as I slowly rocked against him taking him in and out of me his mouth catching my moans. So sensitive my clit was from having cum so much earlier and I raised myself up onto my hands to give myself better leverage as I took him in and out my puss, nice and slow, letting the tip of his cock hit my clit each time and my eyes closed as I lost myself and forgot everything but the feeling of him inside me and I came so very hard gushing once again and as I slowed down my movements I could hear the sound of our skin and my cum together and I opened my eyes and looked at him and gave a small, tentative smile. He was just watching me, a look on his face I had never seen before, a look so intense that I was unsure and I stilled and just looked back at him. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen" He said, his voice so low and husky that I had to strain to hear him, and I just looked at him, I had no response to that. He moved so quick at that moment that it surprised me as he rolled me over and under him as he slipped out of me and my arms gripped his shoulders and he kissed me hard and demanding leaving me breathless as he wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust his full length into me making me moan into his mouth and I slid my hands down under his arms to the middle of his back and pulled him in deeper each time he thrust hard into my puss. My legs tightened around him and my heels dug into his ass as my whole body seemed to be caught in pleasure so hot and tight that I felt it would never end. My eyes opened just a bit as my peak neared and his moans mixed with mine as I saw the intense look of pleasure on his face and I came feeling him cum so deep inside me and my puss clenched tight around him milking him of every last drop and after he was finished and his eyes were open staring into mine as we both were in awe of what had just happened my puss clenched one last time and I came moaning my fingers digging into his back. When my eyes opened and I looked at him I blushed for he was smiling at me, a silly little smile. "What?" I said as he held me in his arms not crushing me, just covering me. He leaned ever closer to me as he whispered "I've never seen anyone cum as easily as you do or look so sexy doing it." With him still inside me and holding me in place there was nowhere for me to go as I blushed again and with nothing to say I lifted my lips to his and kissed him and said "Thank you" very simply. He slipped out of me and I felt empty as he moved to my side, but he didn't leave. He grabbed my blanket and brought it over top of us and then pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me and we lay there cuddling and satisfied relaxing in the calm after the storm.