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The Stormy Night

By: lizziebeth



Beth lived alone in a cabin on top of a large hill in a small town in Tennessee. She had recently lost her husband in a tragic logging accident. She locked herself away from the world after that, and refused to have anything to do with family or friends.

In the dark of a stormy night she sat reading in bed when a large strike of lighting sent white light through out the house, then the power went out.

"Damn," she said as she fumbled around the bedside stand looking for the flashlight she had placed there for just incase this had happened.

Going down stairs Beth headed for the kitchen to retrieve the candles she had set out. Lighting a few candles around downstairs she heard a sharp knock at the door.

"Who in the hell can that be," she said as she walked towards the door. Opening the door with a candle in one hand the light fell across the face of the most handsome man she had seen in a long time. 

"Can I help you," she said in a tone that probably sounded to snotty.

"Yes ma'am," in a clearly masculine voice, he said he had been driving down the road when a bolt of lightning hit a tree and sent him steering his car off the road to avoid it.

"Do you have a phone I could use," he said. 

"The power is out," she said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"May I come in out of the rain then until the power comes on, I promise not to put you to any inconvenience," his voice so very much masculine. 

She moved away from the door, "Alright, but just until then." 

He stepped across room to stand at the back of the couch; she shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. 

He cleared his throat and said, "My names Hugh Jasper."

"My names Beth Caldwell, can I get you towel or something?"

"Yes that would be great, it's nice to meet you Beth, thank you for allowing me to wait for the storm to pass," he said as he followed her to the kitchen. Do you live here alone?

"Yes" she said turning to hand him the towel she had picked up off of the dryer. Not realizing he was so close she bumped right into him and instinctively he put his arms around her to keep her from falling. 

He looked down into her face and smiled, she pulled away from him quickly and he moved away from her, "I'm sorry." 

"No, it's okay. I am just not used to people being here. I haven't had anyone in the house for a long time.

"Why," he said stepping to the cabinet and using the towel to dry his hair.

"It's a long story, not one I am interested in telling a complete stranger," she said as she stormed across the kitchen floor heading to the living room.

Hugh stared at her as she crossed the room and wondered why a beautiful woman as her would want to seclude herself away, way up here.

He thought to himself, she was beautiful too, she had short brown hair, green eyes, a nice firm rounded ass, and her breast were something he would love to put his mouth to. He shook those thoughts off as he followed behind her to the living room, where she was setting up to light the fire in the fireplace.

Beth turned and noticed that he had followed her into the living room, returning to lighting the fire in the fireplace. Though she wasn't cold it gave her something to do other than to stare at this man who had invaded her home. His stark black hair was nicely kept; he had a goatee, brown eyes, tall and well built. He looked as though he did construction or some other outdoor work.

Beth hadn't had thoughts like these since before her husband died, and she was a little unnerved that she could be having them here in their home.

After starting the fire Beth sat down on the floor beside the fireplace. She looked over to see that Hugh had moved to stand beside her, then bending down he sat opposite of her on the floor.

She looked away into the fire, trying to stop the fire that was trying to start within her. He spoke first.

"Why is a beautiful woman such as you living here alone," he said in a pleading voice.

"My husband died a year ago, I haven't wanted to be around people, it's just been too hard," she said as a lone tear fell down her cheek.

He reached up and wiped the tear from her eye, she didn't pull away this time, and he began to caress her cheek.

"It's okay Beth, you're not alone anymore. You can lean on me for a while if you would like. I have big shoulders for you to cry on if you need them," he said as he sat up demonstrating their broadness.

She smiled at this, and he returned her smile.

"See that wasn't so hard," he said looking down into her green eyes.

"What wasn't," she returned.

"Smiling," he said with a half laugh to his voice.

She felt more as ease with his presence then; they sat there and talked for a long while. She learned that he was on his way to town to look for a place to live. He was moving here from Texas, he was starting a new job in Nashville on Monday, but he hated living in the city. So he decided to find a small town within driving distance and find a home there.

He would drive back and forth each day, which he didn't mind at all. She learned that he lived in Fort Worth from the time he was a teenager, went to Texas A & M. He graduated last year and had found a good job working for an engineering firm in Nashville.

Beth stood up and went into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator she looked for something to eat. Taking out some eggs, milk, cheese, onions she prepared to make omelets for them both. 

He sat looking at her from his place on the floor, as she moved around the kitchen. He noted that sway she had in her hips, her nightshirt that she was wearing would ride up as she reached for the plates and cups from the cabinet. He could see the shape of her rounded ass cheeks just below the hem of the shirt, and her thick thighs, which tapered down to shapely calves. He was beginning to get rather uncomfortable sitting there watching her, so he tried to get his mind on other things than this beauty who was fast making his cock hard in his pants.

"Need any help in there," he called.

"No, nearly finished. Would you like juice, soda, or milk with it?"

"Juice would be fine, thanks," he said in return.

She walked across the room with a tray sitting it down on the ledge of the fireplace, we sat there and ate and talked.

She was nervously thinking to herself what he could be thinking about, that seemed strange to her. She just met this man, he came stumbling out of the rain, and yet after she began talking with him it was like they had known each other for a long time. She felt very at ease with him, his dark eyes burrowed into her, and she was becoming vastly aware of the wetness forming between her legs.

She was becoming very attracted to this man, and she wanted him badly. Whether it was from being so lonely here alone, or being with out sex or the contact from another living person in so long she didn't know, she didn't care. She wanted him. 

She reached out and touched his arm, "thank you," she said in a low voice.

"For what," he asked?

"For helping me to get past the loneliness I have been feeling for so long, I feel as if I have known you for a long time, and I am so at ease with you here."

"I am glad," he said with a smile on his face, as he leaned down, he brushed her lips lightly with a sincere kiss.

She felt his lips touch hers and she became elated with pleasure. When he backed away from her, she leaned forward and kissed him, this time with more passion.

Her tongue licked as his lips, begging entrance, and he gave it. Opening his mouth, melting his tongue with hers, he deepened the kiss as he took her into his arms. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands moving over her back, and down to her ass, doing this made a moan of pleasure escape her lips. 

He was so gentle, yet he yearned to take her with heated passion, but he knew she hadn't been with someone since her husband's death and wanted to make certain she was doing this for the right reason.

He pushed her away from him and he stood up, she was panting, looking a bit dazed and confused. When she looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong if you're doing this because you want to, but if you're doing it because you're lonely it's not right. I don't want to hurt you. I want you Beth but for the right reasons. Not just because I am a man, and your lonely. I want you to want me too."

She did want him, and it was because she was lonely. But it was also because he was so gentle, warm, kind, caring and completely desirable.

She reached down and placed her hand in his and guided him back to the fireplace. She stood toe to toe with him, touching his face, his chest, as she went down his chest she undid the buttons on his shirt.

Looking up she smiled at him, leaning down to feather little kisses on his exposed skin. 

Pushing his shirt over his shoulders and hit fell to the floor, Hugh knew it was what she wanted, and began to respond. He began by undoing the buttons on her nightshirt, one after another; he became very aware of her body. 

He reached through her open shirt, and exposed the most beautiful pair of breasts he has seen on a woman in a long time. Her nipples were so perky and round. When he reached out to touch them, she sucked in a breath. He knew he was pleasing her then.

Melting together in a deeply passionate kiss they sank to the floor in front of the fire. Laying her back on the pillows he helped her out of the shirt. Looking down at her beautiful body, he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking at it playfully. She had her hands in his hair, watching his movements on her body.

With one hand he moved to touch her mound, sliding his hand down her firm belly, his fingers coming then in contact with her pussy, sending shockwaves through her body.

She arched her back and reached for him, breathlessly she moaned his name. 

But it wasn't his name that she called.

This made Hugh stop. He pulled away from her, to look her in the face. She knew what she had done, and tears began falling. She rolled away from him, and curled up into a ball of sobbing tears.

Hugh wasted no time by lying beside her, stroking her back telling her it was okay. He understood and that she had no reason to be upset.

Beth knew he had every right to be angry with her, but yet he wasn't. He was being his loving, caring self.

She rolled over to look in his big brown eyes, as he held her. 

"Oh, Hugh I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I don't know why I said his name. I want to be with you Hugh, I really do. I want you so badly. I know that Jerry meant everything in the world to me, but I know he would understand that it's time for me to move on with my life. Can you please forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive Beth, you loved your husband, you feel close to someone else and you hope that he understands. As I do Beth, I want you too, so much." 

With that he pulled her close, and began to kiss her with more passion than he thought possible to give to another person. He had only known her for hours, but he to felt a connection between them.

With out hesitation she moved her hands down towards the fly of his jeans, pulling the zipper down, and sliding her hand inside. His cock was so hard; she didn't know how his pants kept it in. Pushing his pants down past his legs, he pushed them off. Leaving them both naked on the floor in front of the fire, the heat of the fire was nothing compared to the heat that their bodies were giving off.

Beth slid her body down his, licking his skin as she slid down until her mouth was over his hard cock, opening her mouth and slid her tongue over the head, sucking it gently into her mouth. With this Hugh let loose with a sharp intake of breath. Loving her mouth on his swollen cock he reached down to take her head in his hands. 

Caressing her face, touching her hair, moaning with each slide of her tongue over his engorged cock he slid his cock further into her mouth, and she responded by taking it as deeply as she could. Swallowing to accommodate his cock to slide down her throat and easily past her gag reflexes, to her amazement she was lost in total desire for this man she had just met only a few hours ago. But still his body felt like home to her and she loved each touch, each caress he played upon her body.

Unable to handle her administration to his cock any longer, he reached up pulled her on top of him, sliding her over his hard cock, kissing her passionately on the mouth he rolled them over, sliding off of her, he began to kiss, lick and suck on each of her hard nipples. Rolling them in his fingers, and teasingly he would flick them with his tongue.

Sliding his hand down her silky body, he moved over her mound with his fingers playfully touching her swollen pussy lips. Lowering his mouth to her pussy, his tongue out to lick, and tease at her lips.

Beth moaned with pleasure as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it greedily. 

Hugh sucked and played with her clit until he felt shudders of pleasure moving through her body, Beth was moaning, sliding her hands over her breasts, her legs draped over his shoulder as his head was buried in her pussy. 

After what seemed like a long time to her, Hugh moved over her body, touching her gently, his work worn hand moving over her skin until he was over her, looking into her eyes. Again, he kissed her; the passion in this kiss was more powerful than ever, as he moved his body to place his cock to her pussy. She looked up at him, with a smile on her face, and passion in her eyes, she nodded to him.

Taking her mouth again, as his cock entered her, they both moaned together as his first thrust went in. She began moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Moaning her pleasure at the feel of his cock inside her, lifting up on his hands he thrust his cock faster and deeper into her. With each thrust he watched the pleasure move over her face, watched how the emotions played across her beautiful face, and body. He continued to thrust into her as he lowered his head to suck on each of her nipples.

Beth wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing them over until now she was straddling him. She rose up and down on his cock; she looked down at him with loving passion in her eyes. 

Hugh watched as she moved up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing with each movement. He reached up and lovingly touched her face, then down her chest to touch each breasts. Playing with her nipples, his hand moving down her belly and down her side, helping her thrust harder and harder, he lifted his hips to meet hers. 

They were both moaning, groaning and panting with pleasure as she began to ride his cock faster, knowing she was near orgasm, breathlessly she conveyed this to Hugh, he grabbed her hips roughly and began thrusting wildly upwards wanting to cum with her. 

She threw her head back wildly as her pussy throbbed it's release, her muscles clamping down on his engorged cock, he felt this and could not hold out any longer and his cock released his cum deep into her throbbing pussy. Panting and moaning they held onto each other tight as their orgasms died down. Touching and caressing each other. Kissing passionately, holding each other she rolled to his side and they laid there him spooning her.

"That was so wonderful, Hugh, I have not been so happy in such a long time," she said running her hand down his forearm that was wrapped around her waist.

"The same goes for me, Beth, I know that this may seem sudden and perhaps I shouldn't say it, but I will anyway. I think I might just be falling in love with you Beth," he said as he leaned up on his elbow to look into her face.

Beth rolled over and looked into his eyes, "I think I could be in love with you too Hugh," she said smiling as she leaned up to kiss his lips. 

Overjoyed to have found love again, Beth let go of her fears, her pain, and her loneliness. She opened her heart again to have love and a new life filled with joy, love and family.

Hugh never had to look for a home; he had found it in that thunderstorm waiting for him to knock upon her door.

The Stormy Night



The windshield wipers slapped back and forth in front of Paul Anderson's face as he cursed to himself about the terrible weather. It had been raining hard for several hours and the prediction called for heavier storms to blanket the area for at least two more days. He raised his knee under the steering wheel as he fussed about in his jacket for his cell phone, and punched in the numbers for his house. 

"We're sorry. All circuits are busy now. Please try again later." he had gotten that message from the cell system all afternoon.

He cursed again.

Turning again to driving, he had to slam on his brakes and swerve to avoid running into the back of a delivery truck. His heart rate rose to match his stress level, and he tried to focus his eyes on the slowing traffic ahead to take his mind off of Jenny. Although Jenny was nearly nineteen years old, she was still his little girl, and she was alone at home. He wished that Alice was there to comfort her, but it had been nearly a year since the accid…

A truck passing the other way ran through some water in a low spot in the road and washed out his view through his windshield in an instant, jerking Paul back to the present. It had been a storm like this and a road like this that took Alice from his family in a moment of distraction. Jenny had been driving and she and Alice were fiddling with some stupid music CD stuck in the center console compartment of the car, and when Jenny looked up it was too late. Jenny still hates storms. She was alone at home and the night was not getting any more peaceful.

Paul finally neared his driveway and punched the button above the mirror to open the garage door. Nothing. He pressed it again. Still nothing. He knew that the power was down all over the city, but he mentally willed the lifeless electrical lines into operation. The electricity was still not responding. He got out of the car and was soaked to the skin in seconds as he dashed to the front door. He fumbled his keys trying to open the front door and water sheeted off the roof and ran down the back of his neck just as Jenny opened the door.

"Oh, Daddy! I'm so glad you're home!" Jenny put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, nearly knocking him backwards into the front yard. 

"Hi Princess!" he said as he moved them both into the dark house. "You okay?"

"The lights went out about an hour ago, Daddy, and I've been in my room. You know how I hate storms like this."

"I know, baby." Paul said as he took off his jacket and hung it in the hall closet and started to sit down to take off his soaked shoes.

"Don't sit there, Daddy!" Jenny suddenly warned. "You're all wet and you'll ruin the couch! You stand there and I'll get your robe."

Jenny bounded up the stairs but returned only a few moments later with Paul's slightly shabby old burgundy robe. Alice got it for him for his birthday several years ago, and as he took the robe from Jenny's hands he might have sworn that it was Allie standing there holding it out to him. Paul dismissed the thought, blaming it on the dim lighting and the stress of the afternoon drive. He stepped into the guest bathroom and stripped off his soaked clothes, and wrapped the robe around himself. He gathered up the soggy pile on the floor and stepped out of the bathroom and dumped the mess on the laundry room floor, and went into the living room to see about building a fire in the big stone fireplace to take the chill off the evening, since it was going to be cool tonight because of the storm.

As he was stacking some oak logs onto the cheery fire, Jenny came in with a bag of marshmallows and two roaster sticks. "I've always loved toasting marshmallows with you, Daddy." She said, and Paul could see that her mood had improved considerably now that he was home. She sat down cross-legged in front of the fire, and Paul looked at her lovingly. She had sat exactly like that in front of countless other campfires since she was two or three years old, and always knew, just knew, that her Daddy would put the marshmallows on her roaster stick without her even asking him. He smiled to himself and stuck two fat ones on the end of the stick.

"Thanks, Daddy." Jenny said as she stared into the mesmerizing flames.

"No problem, Princess." Paul replied, and he reached out his hand to stroke her hair.

He sat back to look at his daughter. Her face was lighted by the dancing firelight, and she was beautiful. He wondered when she had grown up, amazed that it seemed to have happened overnight. He figured that she must be about five feet eight or so, since she was a little taller than his chin. She had her mother's figure and was charmingly shaped although a little plump by fashion magazine standards. He didn't really intend to look at Jenny's breasts, but she was wearing her pajamas and no bra, and her breasts moved inside her pajama top as she turned her marshmallow stick. He studied their shape and size, imagining how heavy they might be. Surrounded by the thought of his daughter's breasts, Paul Anderson realized that his cock had begun to swell.

Jenny suddenly pulled the marshmallow out of the fire and turned toward him, and Paul's mind suddenly filled with a mixture of emotional thoughts. He was simultaneously ashamed at himself for having entertained those thoughts about her and wondered if Jenny had noticed him looking at her, while he was captivated by the beautiful young woman that sat before him and enthusiastically held two oozing, melted marshmallows out toward him.

"I wanted them to be hot and just right for you, Daddy." Jenny said as her eyes sparkled in the reflected firelight. Paul thought of Jenny's breasts and wondered within himself if her double entendre was intentional or merely coincidental.

He reached out and pulled a gooey marshmallow from the roasting stick and sat back to relish its warm sweetness. He shut his eyes against the turmoil inside his head and thought back to earlier innocent years when Jenny loved to ride on his shoulders as Alice reminded him to be careful. He smiled contentedly and opened his eyes again, fully expecting to see Jenny as a little girl with a lost tooth or maybe a portrait of him done in crayon. He was not expecting what he saw. Jenny was staring at his cock!

His robe had come open, probably when he reached for the marshmallow, and his manhood was fully but unintentionally displayed. A sudden rush of adrenaline caused Paul's mind to race involuntarily and, although it took less than two seconds to close the robe over himself, he saw Jenny's reaction in every detail. He saw her eyes widen in surprise but there was no doubt that her eyes were also filled with fascination. Amid the maelstrom of thoughts, Paul tried to decide if he should say something or pretend the incident had not happened. He decided to speak, but fumbled the appropriate words.

"I – I - I'm sorry, Princess." He muttered. "I didn't realize…."

"Its okay, Daddy," Jenny interrupted. "I didn't baby sit all those years without changing diapers on baby boys, you know." There was a nervous tension in Jenny's voice that Paul had never heard before.

"But I'm not a baby boy." Paul said, instantly wishing he hadn't said that.

"You sure aren't, Daddy!" Jenny giggled. "That's a whole lot bigger than any I've ever seen before!" Jenny blushed visibly in the golden firelight at the realization of what she had said, because she thought back to something that happened at school a few years earlier. There was a boy in her Algebra class that she thought was kind of cute, and she tried to get him to notice her by walking in front of him as he passed between classes. On one particular day she was hiding behind a pile of rolled-up wrestling mats as she waited for her prey to appear, and she overhead some of the guys on the football team bragging about the size of their cocks. Jenny was embarrassed to hear their dirty talk but knew that she couldn't get away without being discovered, and she had no idea what the guys would do. As the guys continued their talk she became unexpectedly curious and moved a little to try to see what they were doing. She peered carefully around the pile of mats and saw one of the guys from the side. He had taken his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it, proudly showing it to the others. Jenny hoped that they wouldn't notice her, but couldn't take her eyes away from what she saw. A couple of the other guys recoiled and jeered at the guy holding his cock, but Jenny saw that a couple others nodded approvingly. Their varied reactions were only another item in her long list of reasons to find males to be so very different than what she understood. Suddenly, the doors opened at the other end of the gym and the guys hastily split up. Jenny slipped into the mix of students moving through the gym and the incident was over, but Jenny had difficulty trying to forget the image burned into her memory.

Paul wrapped his robe around himself more securely and reached out to Jenny. Tears of embarrassment had welled up inside her brown eyes and she looked desperately vulnerable. He didn't ever want his Jenny to ever feel vulnerable. That night with Alice riding in the car made her feel responsible for that tragedy.

"No harm done, Princess." Paul said, just as a brilliant lightning flash cut into their little world, instantly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Jenny was immediately terrified and rushed toward Paul. Instinctively, he took her in his arms and held her close.

"It's all right, Princess. Daddy is here and I'll protect you." Paul said soothingly into her ear. She was quivering in his arms and snuggled into the crook of his elbow as he held her shoulder and cradled her head against his chest. He paused for a moment, not knowing where to put his other hand, and decided to stroke her hair in hopes that it would calm her.

"I love you, Daddy." Jenny said, as she relaxed a little in his arms.

"I love you too, Princess." Replied Paul quietly.

Paul gently rocked back and forth a little, cradling Jenny in his arms. The storm still beat heavily against the windows, but it seemed safe and peaceful inside as they sat wordlessly near the crackling fire.

"Let's toast some more marshmallows, Princess!" said Paul cheerfully.

Jenny turned a little but stayed nestled safely against Paul's elbow as he plucked a marshmallow from the bag and started to spear it onto the roasting stick. As he turned the marshmallow in his fingers he noticed how much, although much larger, it felt like Allie's nipple. Paul kneaded the marshmallow in his fingers, remembering the feel of her and thought about how much she liked him to hold her breast in both hands and draw her nipple deep into the back of his mouth. She always said that there was a nerve that connected her nipples to her clitoris.

"Daddy!" Jenny interrupted. "What are you doing to the marshmallow?" 

Paul hurriedly skewered the marshmallow onto the tip of the roasting stick and swung it to be just above the glowing coals at the bottom of the fire place. "Sorry, Princess," he said "I was just thinking of your Mother"

"I know you miss her a lot, Daddy," Jenny turned serious. "I miss her too. I don't know how to be a woman and I always expected that mom would help me out with that." 

"What do you mean, Princess?" Paul asked, startled by Jenny's statement.

"I...I…I don't know anything about love, Daddy. No, that isn't right because I know you love me a lot and you'd do anything for me. I don't mean that. I mean…oh…this is…just forget it, 'kay?" Jenny stammered to explain herself.

Paul gently stroked Jenny's face, brushing a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes. He felt helpless, but wanted so very much to make Jenny feel comfortable enough to describe her need. Failing to identify any appropriate words, he just smiled gently at her.

"I know I'm growing up, Daddy." Jenny said softly. "I'm almost nineteen years old. I know that it won't be long before I'm supposed to find a guy and get married and settle down and have a family." Tears welled up in her brown eyes and Paul drew her close in a hug.

"When the time is right, your Prince Charming will sweep you away, Little Princess. Don't you worry about that!" Paul reassured her. 

"But, Daddy…" Jenny continued. "I…um…just don't know…Oh Daddy I'm so silly to have said anything!"

He stroked her hair and kissed his fingertip and touched it to her nose. "Its okay baby," he said, "Nothing about you is silly right now. Let it all out, Princess."

"Oh, Daddy, I just don't think I will ever know how to find a guy that will take care of me like you do, and I don't think any guy will ever love me like you and Mom loved each other."

Paul's heart tightened like a knot in his throat at Jenny's comment about his love for Alice being something in the past, like it didn't exist any longer. He recoiled at the idea that anyone could think that Allie wasn't in his heart and his mind any more. He frowned and Jenny noticed it immediately.

"What did I say, Daddy?" she looked up at him imploringly. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, sweetheart," Paul replied. "But I was just thinking of your Mother and it hurt me a little. I know I'm not much good at teaching you about how to be a woman."

"Daddy?" Jenny asked him pleadingly, "Can I…May I…um…Oh I shouldn't…"

"What is it, Princess?" asked Paul. "How can I help you?"

"Please don't think I'm awful, Daddy, but I want to know how your….um…well, I want to …um…oh Daddy I want to know how a man's penis works.!"

Paul sat back, stunned. He wanted to help with whatever it was that was bothering Jenny but had no clue that she was curious about that! He had always known that every parent has a responsibility to conduct "the talk" with their children about sex, but he had always expected that Alice would take care of that task with Jenny. He was prepared to take that chore with his sons, but Jenny was their only child.

Paul Anderson swallowed hard. He tried to respond as calmly as he could, much as he would if Jenny had asked about how to water the lawn.

"Well, Princess." He started, "A man uses his penis when he pees."

Jenny laughed. "I know that, Daddy. I mean how does it work for making babies? I know that it goes in…um…" Jenny looked away suddenly and her faced blushed noticeably in the firelight..

Paul felt a stirring in his cock and knew that this was definitely the wrong time and place for him to get hard. He shifted uncomfortably to try to regain composure.

"When…uh,….when a man and a woman are going to make a baby…" Paul stammered, "his…um…his penis gets hard and straight so that it will…um…so that it will go into the woman's..um…um…into her body so that she can get his…uh…his semen so that she'll get pregnant."

A bead of sweat had broken out across Paul's face. He lifted his free hand to dab it away but more sweat quickly appeared. Jenny looked at him in the eye. She stared at him, seemingly unable to form the words that remained unspoken behind her face. Paul looked back at her as she lay in he crook of his elbow and brushed the wisp of hair away from her eyes again.

"Did you and Mom do that a lot?" Jenny asked directly. "Did you and Mom want to have a lot of babies?"

Paul pondered that question and didn't know quite how to answer. He had wanted to have some sons and they had talked about having more babies, but Alice had been on the pill for many years after Jenny was born. 

"We wanted to have brothers and sisters for you, Princess, but we were happy when it was only you." Paul hoped that Jenny would accept that.

"So you and Mom…did that…um….did that a lot?" Jenny was still curious.

"Yes, Princess, we did. When two people love each other a lot, they like to do that often. It helps to draw them closer together, which is why it is called "making love."

Jenny thought about that and frowned a little.

"Daddy?" Jenny asked softly, almost in a whisper. "Will you do that with me? I know I can't ever love you the way Mom did, but I love you more than any other guy in the whole world. Would that make it okay?"

Paul was stunned again. "I don't think that would be right, Princess. I love you too, but I don't think that…."

Jenny frowned again. "How will I ever learn to love like you and Mom then? She looked hurt. She was disappointed. She felt rejected.

Paul pulled Jenny close to him in another hug. He closed his eyes tightly against the insane rush of thoughts and emotions inside him. In defiant opposition to propriety and appropriate timing, his cock started to get hard again.

"You are so beautiful, Jenny. You remind me so much to your Mother. How can I deny anything you ask of me?" Paul stated firmly. "If you want me to teach you how to make love, let me set things up for you…for us…so it will be just right….just like a fairy tale for my favorite Princess."

"You will, Daddy?" Jenny's eyes sparkled. She quickly pulled herself up and kissed him on the cheek. "What do you want me to do?"

"First," Paul replied, "Go and gather up all the candles you can find. Your mother always loved candlelight and it's already dark outside." Jenny got up and started toward the kitchen as Paul watched her lithe body move away from the firelight. He got up and opened a drawer in the sideboard in the dining room for a flashlight, and went down the hall into his room to rummage around in his closet for a battery operated radio. He snapped the power switch and was pleased and relieved to find that it worked. It was tuned to a news station and he listened to a few moments of the weather reports of the storm still covering the area. He tuned the radio to a music station that was broadcasting some smooth jazz, turned off the radio, and slipped it into a pocket of his robe. Carrying the flashlight, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, thinking for a moment about his normal ritual of getting ready for bed and paused at the irony of the situation.

Jenny appeared in the doorway with a lighted candle in her hand. The flickering light danced across her face as she looked at her Dad. "Getting ready to go to sleep, Daddy?" Jenny teased him.

"Jush wanh b'righ fyoo" Paul replied with the toothbrush still in his mouth. Jenny laughed and said "You're silly, Daddy."

Paul took the toothbrush out of his mouth and said "Set up the candles all around the living room, Princess. It will be like the fairy castle and you can be the fair damsel in the tall tower."

Jenny smiled and disappeared down the hallway as Paul studied himself in the mirror. He wondered what could possibly have brought him to the place where he now stood. He wanted everything to be right for Jenny. This was very, very important for her and he longed for the night to be perfect for her.

Paul finished in the bathroom and returned to his closet. He pushed his suits aside and shined the flashlight into the dark corner. There he found what he was looking for. It was hanging where he had tenderly placed it last year. It was Alice's and he loved it. Paul clasped it tightly to his chest and tried to remember how Allie looked in that negligee. He tried to remember how she felt, how she smelled. He stood silently, and it was as though he felt Allie's soft hand touch his cheek. He reflexively raised his own hand to his cheek, but there was no hand touching his. Still, it was as though he felt Alice close. Allie would want him to take charge. She would want him to take care of Jenny.

Paul lifted the negligee from its hanger and laid it over his arm. He stepped toward the door and lingered a few moments in the doorway and turned to look back into his room. He played the flashlight beam over the walls that bore pictures of happier times, and his eyes fell onto the bed where he and Alice had often lain, where they made love. That was where they made Jenny together. Paul turned toward the living room, drawn by his beautiful daughter waiting for him in the flickeringly lighted room.




The Stormy Night



This story is a work of fiction. This story is set in older times so the pace is certainly slower. It is also about the innocence of youth and the slow build up of the erotica. Patience is a virtue when you read this story. The buildup is slow but the rewards are plenty. All characters are fictious and are over eighteen years of age

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It was raining cats and dogs when I got off the bus at bus stand. Even though I made a very quick dash to the nearest shelter that was just a few feet away I got drenched. I found an empty bench away from the slanting rain and sat on it to take stock of my plight.

I am Mohan, a twenty two year old engineer, working as an engineer trainee in a reputed private firm in Madras (the city is now known as Chennai). My company worked five days a week. A very good friend of mine was getting married that Saturday night in his native place; a very small town some 50 miles away from Vijayawada. It was an impulsive, last minute decision on my part to attend that wedding.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't get a train ticket and had to travel sitting in a bus all the way. Even as I left Madras on that Friday night, a cyclonic storm was making its way towards the South India in the Bay of Bengal. During that night of my travel it intensified further. The bus was buffeted by rain and strong winds and the journey was very wet and tiring. But, somehow, we managed to reach Vijayawada around eight in the morning that Saturday.

I had a cup of hot coffee at the coffee stall and then went to the inquiry counter. My plan was to take another bus to my friend's town.

"Forget it, Sir! All the buses are cancelled. The storm is going to cross the coast in a few hours quite close to us. Go and find yourself a safe accommodation. Everything is closing down in a couple of hours." It appeared to me that the inquiry clerk was trying to scare me and getting a kick out of it.

I moved away from the counter and looked around. There were only few people around and most of the stalls and ticket counters had already closed down. Perhaps, most of them didn't open at all that morning and the few people around were in a rush to go to the warmth and safety of their homes.

What should I do? I have to spend the day at Vijayawada for sure and wait for the storm to cross the coast, do its damage and destruction and weaken. But where do I stay? A hotel is not a luxury I could afford at that stage nor had I come prepared for such an expense. It was the fag end of the month and I was broke as usual. 

Murthy! Yes! The solution came to me in a flash. Murthy's father was a friend of my father. Murthy must be around thirty now. I haven't seen him in the past five years. But, I knew

Murthy was working in Vijayawada and he lived here with his wife. More importantly, Murthy was highly obliged to my father.

It was my father who helped him secure his present good job with a private company. This was about five years back. Murthy worked hard, did well and got married. Though, I haven't seen him for a long time I was aware of these developments through my folks. I also remembered someone mentioning a few months back that his house was in the lane next to a famous theater, a landmark of sort in Vijayawada.

I decided to take my chances and find shelter with Murthy. I knew that the theater was only about a mile away from bus stand. But in this heavy rain that was quite a long way. I looked around and found a cycle rickshaw guy who was willing to take me. He demanded thrice the normal fare and I felt, given this weather, he was very reasonable. I got into the rickshaw.

Have you ever traveled in a cycle rickshaw with heavy rains lashing and gusty winds trying to blow you away? It can get really scary! I got totally drenched and so was my small travel bag. I felt awfully bad about the guy pulling the rickshaw. He was unable to pedal the bicycle against the strong wind and so, pulled the rickshaw manually. It took almost half an hour for us to reach the theater.

He stopped at the entry to the lane next to the theater. 

"This is your lane, sir." He pointed out.

I looked. There was no road visible. The lane was like a canal; water flowing down to the other end. It looked at least a couple of feet deep, if not more. 

"You will have to walk the rest of the way, sir. I am sorry." He said. I didn't argue. I paid his fare and a handsome tip. He deserved it.

I got down from the rickshaw and moved to the shelter provided by a small tree at the corner. I looked into the lane. There was no one around. All the houses had their doors and windows firmly shut. People were sensible and they were staying indoors. I didn't have any idea about Murthy's home. I stood there wondering what to do.

My savior was a ten year old boy who came from behind me and was going into the same lane. He was protected by an umbrella too.

"Hello! Could you tell me where is Murthy's house?"

"Which Murthy?" He asked seriously. I knew that in this part of the town, every other man was a Murthy. I tried to recollect his first name.

The boy was obviously smart and clever.

"Young Murthy sir or old man Murthy sir?" He asked.

"Young Murthy" I replied promptly.

He pointed to the second house on the right side and said, "Upstairs." He went his way and I blessed him and his parents.

I made my way to Murthy's house, wading through knee deep water, covering my head with my bag for protection against the heavy rain. I opened the small wooden gate. It was a two storied house a few feet above the street level. There was a small three feet paved pathway around the house and the main door was locked with a big lock from outside. Obviously, they were out. 

I found the stair case to my left, climbed the stairs and reached the upstairs portion.

I earnestly hoped that this was indeed Murthy's place and he was there. I knocked on the wooden door. There was no answer and I knocked harder and longer.

The door didn't open but a small window to the right of the door and a few feet away opened.

"Who is it?" A female voice inquired.

"Is Murthy sir there?" I asked her.

"No. He is not here. Who wants him?" She asked again.

I gave her my name and introduced myself as a friend of Murthy. To give her some confidence, I told her my father's name.

It was as if I said, "Open Sesame!" The window shut and the door opened immediately. I rushed indoor and it took a lot of effort to shut the door against the winds.

"I am Jaya, his wife." She introduced herself.

Seeing my totally drenched condition she went inside and returned with a fresh towel and an ironed lungi (the male equivalent of a sari which one wraps around). I opened my bag, took out my small toilette kit and also a T shirt.

"Dry yourself before you catch cold. You are totally drenched." So saying, she gestured me to follow her. One of the doors in the next large room had a door that opened to the attached bathroom with toilette. The bathroom had another door that probably opened to their bedroom.

I brushed my teeth, finished my morning ablutions and walked out of the bathroom in a much better shape. She had a cup of hot filtered coffee ready and I really loved drinking that coffee. I needed it!

Jaya told me that Murthy had gone to Raipur two days ago on official work and he was expected back on Sunday evening. I told her about the purpose and details of my own trip and how I am now stuck in Vijayawada.

"I am glad that you remembered us and came here. We are highly indebted to your father. It is because of his blessings and kindness that we are happy." I was a bit embarrassed by the high praise they heaped on my father; but was secretly proud of him.

"Whether you like it or not, now you are struck with me." I joked with her.

"Oh! It is really a relief to have company in this horrible storm. I was scared." She replied.

She quickly prepared a breakfast of hot upma (a south Indian breakfast like a thick porridge) for me. I was famished, it was hot and delicious and I ate a second serving too.

"You must be tired after that overnight journey. Why don't you sleep off for a while? I will prepare lunch and wake you up." That was a very welcome suggestion.

She quickly made a bed for me on a folding type cot in the bigger living room which was the second room and I slept like a rock.

At 1pm, I woke up after much shouting and shaking by Jaya. My eyes were refusing to stay open and I went to the bathroom and had a quick face wash. The lunch was ready and spread out neatly on the small dining table. It was hot, spicy and delicious...just the way I liked my food. I praised her on here culinary skills and ate ravenously.

After we finished lunch, I moved to the front room and tried the Radio. The power supply was off. Jaya brought a small battery operated transistor radio and gave it to me.

"You can get the local stations and weather updates on this." She went back to clean up.

I heard the local news bulletin and it was depressing news. The storm was lashing the coast and all forms of transportation had come to a halt. There was a lot of damage already and the cyclone was expected to cross the coast in few hours time about sixty miles down south to us.

Jaya joined me in the room, sat on the chair opposite mine and listened to the news with rapt attention. When the bulletin concluded, I switched off. She had a worried look on her face. Even though I didn't show my feelings, I was worried too.

"I am worried, Mohan. They say it is going to cross close to us and do a lot of damage. I hope we are safe here." She did sound worried.

"I think I should forget about going to my friend's wedding. I only hope that they all would be safe." I expressed my own concerns.

"You can't think of going anywhere now. Forget about going to that wedding." 

I nodded my head in assent. 

We heard a commotion from outside. We didn't dare to open the door. Jaya opened the window partly and peeped through it. Then she asked me to join her. I did.

The lane was now flooded with water and the level was much higher than when I arrived that morning. Few of the houses which were at a lower level were flooded and folks from these houses were moving themselves and their valuables to the relative safety of neighbors' homes.

Luckily for us, Murthy's house was built three or four feet above the road level and very safe.

"We are on the first floor; so no worries at all." I said, hoping to boost her confidence.

"That is true, but, isn't this scary?" 

It certainly was!

We shut the window and bolted it. It was just past three but the light outside dimmed considerably. The house turned dark and Jaya lit a candle.

"Do we have enough candles and matches?" I asked her.

So we went and checked. There were about ten candles and two match boxes in stock. We picked them up and placed them in the top shelf of the open rack there; a dry, safe and accessible place.

"We must use them carefully and not waste any." I added, unnecessarily.

"Thank God, you are here, Mohan. I just shudder to think of myself alone in this ghastly storm." Her voice cracked a little and she looked ready to burst into tears.

She didn't look much older than me so I decided to call her by name.

"Oh! Jaya! Don't worry. I am here with you now and you need not worry. I will not leave till the storm completely subsides. We are perfectly safe." 

My words cheered her up a little.

I decided to take her mind off the storm. So, I started telling her things about Madras, my job, cinemas and things like that. Jaya was curious and she asked many questions. In the background, even through the closed doors, we could hear the winds howling and shrieking. It was just past five but totally dark.

I switched on the transistor radio. 

The storm was going to cross the coast anytime now. People were asked to stay indoors and bolt up their doors and windows, as very high speed winds were blowing. 'Do not open the doors and windows' - the warnings said repeatedly.

I got up and checked that the doors and windows were fully closed and properly bolted. Despite that, the front door looked a little vulnerable. So, with the help of Jaya, I moved a couple of trunks against the door, as a sort of reinforcement. Jaya said she would cook some rice for our dinner. Some of the curry and dal that she cooked for our lunch were also available. I went with her to the kitchen to keep company.

Author's note

At this stage of the tale I would like to tell you a little more about the personalities of both Mohan and Jaya. Mohan was basically a good boy. He was above average but not brilliant at studies and did fairly well at the academics. He was tall at 5'10", very slim and had average physic and looks. He had a good, middle class upbringing and was taught the basic values well by his parents early in life.

His knowledge about sex was also average; as was the norm of those times. It was mostly bookish and hearsay. Like other boys of his age, he masturbated periodically fantasizing about the bodies of film stars or other beauties. He kept away from the temptation of going to the prostitutes or the like. He knew that he would get married in a few years and then he could have all the sex he wanted with his wife. Thus, sexually, he was both a virgin and a novice.

Jaya was twenty five year old. She too had a middle class upbringing and did her graduation in Arts (known as B.A degree). She was married three years ago and it was an arranged marriage. Her parents knew Murthy's parents through common friends and both sides liked the alliance and that was it. 

Jaya was 5'4" tall and an average looking girl. She had wheat like complexion and plain features. Everything about her looks was average...her face, breasts, buttocks...were all average. Her most beautiful features were her eyes and her hair. She had big, black eyes that were beautiful and expressive. She also had long, silken, rich, black hair that she normally wore in a single pleat. When in the mood and in the privacy of her home, she would sometimes leave it loose for a day after shampooing it.

She too had minimal knowledge of sex when she got married and her husband was her first and only man. Murthy was only a couple of inches taller than her and was a little obese for his age. He was darker in complexion than his wife and had lots of body hair. Though he loved his wife he was an average performer in bed. After a few minutes of foreplay and kissing he would take his wife in a missionary position, fuck her for five minutes and ejaculate. Once done, he would get off her and go to sleep.

Jaya had an orgasm occasionally and was left fretting the other times. She had no prior knowledge or experience to bench mark. She therefore thought this was normal sex. But, sometimes, she felt that she was missing out on something and sex, perhaps, could be more pleasurable. 

Her instinct told her that her hubby was 'coming' too soon. If only he could stay harder and longer inside her and fucked her longer it would be much better! She felt it but never dared to tell her hubby. She was scared of his possible reaction.

Though three years had gone by, she had not got pregnant. Her parents, his parents and all relatives were waiting for her to get pregnant. Those days, in our society, if a woman didn't get pregnant she was blamed as infertile. Though her gynecologist said there was nothing wrong with her and it was only a matter of time before she conceived, she was worried. So, she did what her mother and mother had asked her to do. She visited temples, prayed to God to make her pregnant. 

This was the background of both these characters when they were thrown together by a quirk of fate to face the deadly storm on that fateful day.

Back to the story

Jaya finished cooking and we moved to the front room and lit a candle there. This was their drawing room and had a small sofa and two chairs. They were of the simple and less expensive wood and cane type design. I settled down on the sofa and Jaya joined me. Through the firmly closed doors we could hear the howling of the winds. I switched on the transistor set.

The news was on. The cyclone was moving slower than expected and was likely to cross the coast in the next few hours. The earlier warnings and the predictions of high wind speeds and extensive damage were repeated. I switched it off because we needed to conserve the batteries. With the telephone lines dead from that morning and power outage, we were totally cut off from the outside world. This transistor radio was our sole source of information.

I did the mistake of sharing these thoughts with Jaya. Instinctively, her hand sought mine and held them. Her body shivered a little. She was certainly scared and I felt a surge of sympathy. I moved a little closer to her and gently pressed her hand with mine.

"Don't worry, Jaya! We are far away from the path (of the cyclone) and we are in a big town. We are not alone. There are thousands around us. We are safe." I said with more confidence than I felt.

"I know but I am scared..." She mumbled.

To divert her attention, I started talking about movies. This was a subject that obviously fascinated her a great deal. We started talking about my favorite heroines and her favorite heroes. As we kept speaking, I became aware of her body, for the first time.

The sofa, with its back to the wall, was facing the front door. I was seated on the left side of the sofa and Jaya was to my right. Her right hand was in my hands now and as we talked, I became aware of its softness for the first time. Her hand was soft as a flower and her fingers were slim and shapely. Slowly, I let the fingers of my right hand entwine hers.

As I looked at her face, I realized, for the first time, how beautiful her eyes were!

"You have such lovely eyes, Jaya." I blurted out. My hand gave hers a gentle squeeze.

"Oh! Mohan! So you noticed at last! I was wondering whether you would notice at all! That is the first thing people tell me when they meet me first time...beautiful eyes!" She said that proudly and her face lit up with a smile.

"I too noticed it the first thing but I was scared about saying it out then."

She just smiled in reply. But now, her hand returned the squeeze. 

We kept talking about all and sundry. But we both were aware of the fury of the raging cyclone and were scared. The winds were blowing at a higher speed now. This was obvious from the increased noise level and the tremendous air pressure that was rattling the doors and windows. 

"This is getting too scary, Mohan!" Her voice reflected her fear.

There was no doubt about that. But, she was obviously much more scared than me. As a man, I was supposed to provide her some sort of confidence and protection. Instinct told me what to do. I freed my right hand, put my arm behind her, let my right hand rest on her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. She turned slightly to her left, towards me and moved closer. Her left cheek rested on my chest.

"Don't worry, Jaya. I am here with you and nothing will happen. Don't be afraid of the storm. It will blow off. Just relax, don't be tense." I just kept saying what I thought were comforting words.

My right hand left her shoulder and started brushing her long silken hair tenderly. It was a spontaneous gesture that was aimed at comforting and relaxing her. Her left hand reached for my free left hand, held it and her fingers entwined mine. She gave a gentle squeeze which was an appreciation of my actions and the comfort they provided.

We sat like that on the sofa for long minutes and stayed silent. The silence enhanced the howling noise of the winds which was now like a low pitched shriek of a banshee...a continuous one!

Jaya's body was still tense and I felt her tremble a little occasionally with small spasms, as if she were experiencing chills. 




The Stormy Night



I dropped my right hand almost to her waist, put my left hand on her right shoulder and pulled her close to me. Her face now hid itself against my chest. My right hand held her waist and I was now slightly turned towards her. We were now in a sort of semi hug and our bodies adjusted themselves to a sort of snug fit.

"Don't worry, Jaya! We are safe and we are together." I reassured her.

"Yes Mohan. Thank you." Her voice was soft and sweet.

We kept quiet. I was now aware of her left breast that pressed against my chest. I was also aware of the smooth skin of her waits which was warm to my touch. I liked the feeling and my right palm made a slight adjustment so that it was in full contact with her soft and smooth waist. I felt a strange sense of excitement.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. If I was aware of the feel of her breast on my chest and my palm on her waist, so was she! If that were so, does this mean that Jaya likes us to be like this? May be yes or may be no. The fact was that we are caught in this wretched storm and we needed each other's support and comfort.

After about fifteen minutes I woke up with a start. I didn't even realize that I dozed off. My sudden movement woke up Jaya too. I let go off her and stood up.

"Can you believe it? We both dozed off." She smiled and so did her beautiful eyes.

I went to the toilette, relieved myself, returned to the sofa and switched on the transistor radio. Jaya had gone to the kitchen to make us some coffee. In a few minutes, she returned with two mugs of steaming hot coffee. We heard the news while drinking our coffee. The news was more or less a repeat of the earlier bulletin. We finished drinking coffee and I switched off the radio.

As if bound by an unsaid pact , we settled down back on the sofa. As a matter of fact, our postures and positioning was even more comfortable. I sat totally relaxed and Jaya rested her head like before on my chest. Now, she was even more side on towards me and her right hand rested limply on my left side. In this position while her left breast was pressed fully against my chest, her right breast brushed teasingly against the left part of my chest.

I liked the feel of her breasts against me. They felt like rubber balls; soft and hard like rubber. I was now fully aware of those breasts and my thoughts returned to them again and again. Was I committing a sin? I quickly removed that question from my mind. Not now, may be later but certainly not now, I told myself.

My right hand left her waist and moved to caress her silken hair once again. My left hand which was free moved and rested limply on her right shoulder. My right palm slowly dropped to her right cheek and brushed it lightly. There was not a sound from Jaya and her eyes remained shut. Her cheek was smooth and my fingers loved caressing it.

There was a sudden sound of something big falling with a thud...was it a tree or a small structure? We had no way of knowing. But this brought the fear home once again; fear which we had managed to keep away for some time.

"Don't worry. It is far away." I assured her.

In response her right hand tightened its grip on my side and she pressed harder against me as if hiding herself. Due to her sudden movement my right hand slipped from her right shoulder to her right breast and held it. It was accidental and unintentional. But it happened. Instinctively, my right palm cupped it.

For a full minute, we both waited with bated breath. I didn't pull my hand away. She didn't push it away. Thus, by mutual consent, it stayed there.

It felt wonderful to cup her breast. Honestly, it was my first feel of a woman's breast. It was a great feeling. It beat everything that I ever imagined. I wanted to enjoy that heavenly feeling again and again. So, I pressed her breast and squeezed it gently...again and again. Jaya let me do it. She didn't push my hand away. On the contrary, her slender fingers exerted slightly more pressure on my side.

As I fondled her boob I felt her nipple poking through the blouse. It was a pointed projection that drew my thumb to it. It felt good to tease it and roll it with my fingers. I thought I heard a light moan escape from her lips but I wasn't sure of it. After a while I took my hand off her tit.

Jaya got off the sofa a minute later and stretched herself a little. 

"Shall we have dinner, Mohan?" She asked. I nodded my head in the affirmative.

In the dim light of the candle, it took us about half an hour to finish the dinner and clean up everything. During the dinner we talked about a lot of things but nothing even remotely connected with what I did in the period preceding dinner. It was as if it never happened! Back in the front room, I sat on the sofa and switched on the transistor set. The storm was almost on the coast now and was going to cross it at any minute.

Frankly, my mind was occupied with more important and exciting thoughts. What was going to happen now and later that night? Would Jaya allow me to fondle her some more or would she go to bed and leave me alone. I was hoping that she would allow me to continue my fondling and may be more. That would certainly help us both by taking our minds off the dreadful storm.

It was just past eight. Jaya returned to the front room with two pillows. I now sat on the right side of the sofa. If you recall, earlier I was sitting on the left side of the sofa and Jaya sat to my right. I changed the position deliberately for obvious reasons. Jaya sat to my left without a word. But I think she noticed the change of positions because she smiled knowingly as she sat down.

"I think the storm has just crossed the coast." I said.

"I am scared because we can expect maximum damage now." She shivered a little.

"Forget it. Just relax." Was that my signal to her that we should start action? She took the hint and snuggled up to me as my left arm went behind her. She was now seated with her back against the pillow on the left side hand rest of the sofa and leaned into me with her face buried in my chest. We didn't have to look into each other's eyes now.

I got a little more adventurous now. Instead of wrapping my arms in a circle around her I decided to access both her boobs. I dropped my left hand from her left shoulder, sought and found her left breast and cupped it. Next, I slipped my right hand between her right tit and my chest and grabbed it.

I now had the possession of both her boobs. I squeezed them triumphantly. Jaya gave a low moan. She didn't try to hide or suppress it. We both knew what we were doing and we liked it. That is it for now. So far I contented myself with fondling her blouse covered boobs. Now I lusted for her bare tits. I felt confident enough to proceed.

My fingers explored her blouse and I was pleasantly surprised to note that the bottom two hooks were off. I just pushed the blouse up to bare the tits and felt the resistance of the third hook. I managed to unhook that with shaking fingers and pushed the blouse up over her tits. As my damp and hot hands grabbed her bare breasts for the first time, Jaya moaned loudly.

I gave them a nice squeeze and they felt heavenly. They were not very big, they were shaped like mangoes and they were bouncy and tight. They felt so good in my hands that I could have played with them the whole night. My thumb and fingers found and caressed her nipples which grew hard now. They were nice, longish, pointed projections from the center of her tits and as I pressed them they hardened more.

I now felt a strong desire to break the furtiveness and bring matters into the open.

"Oh! Jaya! Your boobs are so nice to fondle." I whispered softly to her.

"Play with them. They are yours now. Tweak my nipples, please!" she whispered back.

I was elated. I felt liberated. Here we go, I thought. As if she read my thoughts Jaya lifted her head off my chest and re positioned herself. She now lay on the small sofa, on her back and lengthwise, her head resting on a pillow placed on the hand rest, her legs across my lap and resting on the other hand rest. 

Her bare and proud breasts and their engorged nipples invited me. She watched with her beautiful eyes as I kneaded her boobs like dough and tweaked her nipples. I kept increasing the pressure as they responded to me. 

Outside, there was a big sound from somewhere close by; was it something heavy that crashed or something that banged against a house? Whatever it was, it was loud enough to hear and we looked at each other with some fear in our eyes.

"Do you want to lick and suck my tits, Mohan?" Her voice shook when she said that.

"Yes! Very much! Can I, please?" My voice betrayed my lust.

I brought down my mouth to her right tit. Holding my head in her hands, Jaya whispered, "Lick the nipples and the area around it first and lick it well. Then you can suck the nipple."

I was a quick learner and followed the instructions. I licked her engorged nipples with my tongue first. Then I licked the circle surrounding her nipples; the aureole. As my tongue lapped at them, Jaya exclaimed," Oh God! Your tongue is so nice! It is licking well."

After several very wet licks, I clamped her wet nipple between my lips and sucked it hard.

At my first suck of her nipple, Jaya reacted with a loud moan of happiness.

Enthused by her response, I sucked her nipple greedily for a few minutes...licked and sucked it alternately. Jaya was really enjoying my sucking because her hands now gripped my head harder and pulled me closer to her chest. At that stage, I innovated. I opened my mouth much wider and took in as much of her tit in as I could. Then I started sucking that entire tit eagerly with my mouth.

When I did this, at some stage, her we, erect, pointed nipple hit the roof of my hot mouth. Jaya's body shook with a spasm of delight.

"Oh! Mohan! What are you doing? Are you eating my tit?" She shouted in delight.

In response, my right hand squeezed her left tit and tweaked her left nipple. Jaya's moaning was now loud and uninhibited. 

I told you earlier how she lay on that small sofa. Her legs were across my lap and her feet rested on the right hand side rest. I became aware of something. My cock was hard now and I had a raging erection that made a big tent in the lungi I was wearing. Now, my hard cock poked against her buttocks...between them in fact. Though they were separated by several layers of clothing, it still felt very good.

"Oh! Mohan! This is so wonderful. Do you like my tits?" Jaya asked me a little shyly.

Releasing her nipple and tit for a second I answered her.

"They are fantastic. They are like sweet mangoes. I am going to suck them whole night." So saying, I switched tits. I started sucking her left tit and fondling the right with my hand.

"Oh! You are so hungry for my tits! Go on! I love your sucking them." She sounded very happy.

After about ten minutes, Jaya pushed me away from her chest and got into a sitting position. I followed suit. We were now seated on either end of the sofa - I on the right and she on the left.

We both looked so different now. Jaya's breasts were bare with the blouse pushed up all the way and wet with my saliva; her nipples hard and pointed. Top half of her sari lay crumpled in a heap over her lap. Her hair was in a bit of mess too but that still looked good. Her eyes were shining with excitement. I had no way of knowing how I looked but it could only be something like that...similar.

Jaya took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes.

"It was very good for both of us. I felt it. But, where should we stop?" She had a confused look in her face even as she said it.

"I do not know." It was a really honest reply from me.

"What do you mean you do not know? We have to decide this together." She sounded a bit hurt now and I was worried. I decided to be totally frank with her.

"I really mean that I do not know Jaya. Trust me, please. I have never been in the company of a girl. You are the first girl I ever touched this way. Everything is new to me." I blurted out.

"Oh! Mohan! You mean you have no experience at all?" She sounded incredulous.

I was hurt a little and it probably showed in my face. But, I nodded my head in assent.

"So you are what I was like when I got married; a virgin. My only sexual experience is from my husband and what he does. Can you believe that?"

"Yes, Jaya, I do." I replied.

Looking into her eyes now, I blurted out, "I want you, Jaya. Please, I want you badly." Even till today I do not know how I mustered the courage to say those words.

Jaya let out a deep sigh. She got off the sofa pulling me up along with her. Letting go of my hands, she quickly removed her blouse and threw it on the sofa. As her hands reached for my T Shirt, I understood. I quickly pulled it off over my head. We were both bare-chested. We embraced. Our arms tightened around each other.

Her bouncy, tight, pointed, mango boobs pressed hard against my bare chest. My chest was neither broad nor hairy but it was hard and strong. I was very conscious of the fact that my chest was not hairy which is what girls loved, it was generally said. But I forgot everything as her breasts burned into my chest. It felt as if we set a fire going on the points of contact.

It was then that Jaya's hands reached for my head and pulled it down while simultaneously lifting her chin and offering her quivering lips to me. I had, mercifully, seen enough English movies to know how one kissed, at least generally. I kissed Jaya. My lips clamped on hers and I sucked. That was the start of a very wet kiss.

Our mouths just refused to part. Her first kiss was the sweetest ever! I felt the sweet taste flowing from her lower lip into my lips and tongue. I chewed them, I sucked them, I did whatever I felt like doing. Instinct was the best teacher then. Jaya's tongue found mine and played with it. The tongues teased, dueled and played.

We came up for breath after several minutes. Jaya's hands reached out and pulled her sari away from her body and threw it on the sofa. Holding my hand in hers she led the quick walk to their bedroom. The room had a big double bed with comfortable looking mattress. To one side and in the corner was a big dresser. In the opposite side was the door that led to the bathroom.

Jaya quickly lighted the candle and left the candle stand on the dresser. She got into the bed and I jumped after her. Turning into each other, side on, we resumed kissing while our chests mated. When we broke off the kiss, my hands were on her buttocks. 

"Oh! Mohan! This feels so good. We are alike, aren't we?" I really didn't understand what she meant but nodded my head wisely.

Her hands reached between us and came into contact with the big tent made by my hard, erect penis. They reached for it tentatively and then her fingers circled over my cock still under my lungi. I pushed my hands into the folds of her white petticoat and reached for her woman hood. My shaking hands found and rested on her mound.

She squeezed; so did I. Her hand traveled the length of my cock first. Then, she gently pulled my lungi away and bared my cock, my testicles and my pubis. My hands frantically searched for the string that held her petticoat in position. Jaya helped me by reaching it first and untied the string. With a little help from her I pulled it off her.

My cock was fully erect and swaying now like the leaning tower of Pisa. It was longish, slightly curved up, average thickness and my pink head was wet with a little juice through my tiny slit on it. I had black, silken, curly pubic hair that covered my pubic area and also my balls. They were not big but tight and well formed.

Jaya's pussy was the first I had ever seen, I mean a real one. At first I only saw her black pubic hair in the upper half which thinned as I looked a little lower. Now I could see the slit formed in her pussy's lower end and the beautiful opening. I cupped her pussy with my loving hands and gave it an appreciative squeeze.

"Oh! Mohan! Your cock is so beautiful. It is so hot to touch and hard like a steel rod." She was blabbering now.

"Show me your pussy, Jaya. I want to see and feel it all." 

Quickly Jaya lay on her back. Then she bent her legs at the knees, opened her thighs and exposed her cunt. I got into a sitting position and brought my head close to her pussy for inspection. Then, her fingers reached for her cunt lips and pried them apart for me. I brought my right hand close and pushed my index finger into her cunt.

My finger went right into her tight cunt which opened itself, received it and then the soft walls closed around it and clamped it. It went right in and buried itself.

"Fuck my cunt with your finger, Mohan! Please!!" it was the first time I heard the F word from a girl. We boys used it often though.

I wiggled my finger in her tight cunt and moved it slowly in and out. She obviously liked it because her breath quickened a little.

"Can you put one more in?" she said a bit hesitantly, as if scared how I would react.

I did the most obvious thing. I took out by fore finger, bunched my fore and middle fingers together and pushed them slowly, with utmost care, deep into her cunt. Once fully in, I wiggled them.

"OMG! That is wonderful! You do have nice, long fingers. Fuck me nicely." Jaya was quite excited now and I felt the increased wetness around my fingers. As they moved in her juicy cunt it became quite squishy. 

I felt instinctively that Jaya was ready. For the past few minutes I was also aware of my heightened state of excitement and agitation in my cock. It felt as if I was also coming close to bursting and I dared not delay. But, should I go ahead without her signal? I decided to ask her.

"Jaya, are you ready? "I asked a bit hesitantly.

"Of course, Mohan, I am ready. Fuck me with your hard cock now, fuck me well, my cunt is all yours." She was already on a high.

"Help me, Jaya." I mumbled.

Her hands grabbed my hard penis. Her left hand held it at the base and her right caught my cock head and guided it to her wet and open slit. As I slid my cock into Jaya's churning cunt, it found its way...the right way. Only then it occurred to me to ask her the important question.

"Are you sort of protected Jaya?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh! That! Don't worry Mohan. It is perfectly okay." I was relieved to hear that.

As my cock buried itself in her juicy cunt, I remembered what I read vaguely somewhere. If you slip a pillow under a girl's ass you are likely to penetrate deeper into her. It made sound sense to me and so I remembered it. I managed to drag a pillow and slip it under Jaya's ass. She obviously liked what I did.

"Take me slowly please! Do not rush. There is no hurry." The way she said she was literally pleading. I didn't know anything about her sex life, nor did we discuss it. But, I was smart enough to understand that Jaya wanted me to fuck her good and long. Easier said than done to an inexperienced novice but I would certainly try to do so. I remembered one of the things I read about how to...

I started moving my hard cock in her cunt in slow, short strokes. After every few such strokes, I would let my cock go in up to the hilt. I made sure my mind started thinking of other things - how her husband fucks her, whether we get a chance to fuck the next day too, when her husband would return etc.

Amateurish though, my plan worked for me. Even after five minutes, I stayed hard and settled to a nice rhythm. Jaya looked into my eyes and said, "Aahh! So nice! You are fucking me so nicely that I am able to feel the cock setting every part of my cunt tingling with light fires. You are so good at this."

Hearing those words, my ego inflated and, perhaps, my cock swelled a little too.

After a few minutes, Jaya asked me to fuck her faster. I was waiting to do that. I started fucking her faster and with more frequent deep strokes. Jaya started lifting her ass in tandem and counter thrusting. Her response felt like she was fucking me back and it was exciting.




The Stormy Night



"My lover Mohan! Fucking me so good! You have come visiting only to fuck me. Do you like my cunt? "She was talking continuously now in an excited state.

"Yes, Jaya! Your cunt is so nice, hot, juicy and tight and it is hugging my cock so tightly. Do you like my cock? Is it good for you." I was as excited, as I pounded her.

""Lovely cock! Yours is! It is fucking my cunt so well like a piston and not stopping."Her breathing was a lot quicker now.

Instinctively I pushed my hands under her ass and grabbed it. I gave a hard squeeze to her buttocks and pulled her into me or should I say, against me. There was a sense of urgency as the crescendo built up. I felt the rush of blood and Jaya whimpered continuously.

"Aaaaaahhhhaaaaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." 

That was how the long, continuous, unbroken moan started from Jaya. I felt myself exploding. There was a release, a forceful jet from my cock into Jaya's cunt. I knew and felt my semen flooding her cunt. Her legs were wrapped around my waist in a vice like grip and Jaya shook like a leaf. I felt her having a mighty orgasm. Spent totally in a minute or two, I fell on top of her.

I lost the sense of time. It was probably the same with Jaya. May be we drifted into a deep sleep for an hour or maybe it was only a few minutes of dozing. We had no way of knowing. 

I was still inside her and she was still under me.

"Let us clean up." Her voice was very soft and sweet. I rolled off her and she got off the bed and went to the bathroom. After her return I followed suit. She had quickly remade the bed and lay on her back now, still totally naked. When I returned, Jaya made room for me on her right and I joined her.

"Do you know something, Mohan? We haven't talked about the storm in the past hour." She smiled as she said that.

"Fuck the storm! Who cares now! "I said in jest.

"Oh! Wasn't that what we were doing together! What do you want to do now?"

"Play with these mangoes and eat them." I reached for her boobs.

"Omg! Are you hungry, so soon? Okay, Play." She sounded very happy to let me play.

"Is junior sleeping and resting now?" Jaya reached for my limp cock.

I didn't reply; I couldn't, because I was sucking her right nipple and munching her tit.

Under her tender caressing junior sprang up and elongated.

"This is a beautiful sight for me. Is he hungry for me again, so soon?" She asked me.

I wanted to really impress my girl.

"He is really hungry, Jaya. I will not allow you to sleep tonight." I boasted.

"Who wants to sleep? We will fuck, fuck and fuck." 

She pulled me away from her tit and kissed me hard on my mouth. For the first time in my life I understood the difference between giving a kiss and getting a kiss. Jaya kissed me like only a woman in love and fully aroused can kiss. It was an all encompassing and very wet union of her lips, tongue and mouth with mine. As she kissed, she fondled my cock and balls with her hand bringing me to full erection.

I was harder than before and even more confident of giving my girl a wonderful time. Jaya's eyes sparkled at the agitated condition of my cock. Quickly, she fell on her back and opened up for me. I touched her mound, her pussy and the slit tenderly with both hands and Jaya loved it. She was all wet and juicy.

I mounted her and holding my hard cock in my hand, I let my cock head touch and tease her quivering cunt lips and open slit without entering her. When she realized that I was teasing her, Jaya reached for my cock and pushed it in herself. Only when my cock traveled through the length of her tight passage and reached its maximum penetration, Jaya was finally satisfied and relaxed.

We fucked and fucked that second time. Slow, hard, stop...the rhythm changed; it often varied. We would go almost to the abyss and then stop just short of it. There were not many words spoken between us; but there were sounds; many sounds - grunts, moans, hissing, panting and occasional dirty words. 

How our bodies responded to each other's implied needs without saying them out was incredible. Finally we got into the top gear and I pounded her with a fury that scared even me. Jaya thrashed about, whimpered and finally shrieked her way to the orgasm and at that moment, my dam burst. During those final minutes, I think we made more sounds than the storm.

We were so totally spent and exhausted that we didn't even have the energy to get up and clean up. I slept like a rock and, as Jaya told me later, so did she.

It was sometime in the early hours of morning that Jaya woke me up.

"Mohan! It is gone. The storm is gone." She was laughing out loud.

I finally woke up. We went to the front room and cautiously opened the window. It was still very dark and it was raining. But, the winds were gone. A very pleasant light breeze came in through the window. There was no doubt that the storm was gone. We celebrated with a kiss.

It was only around 4 in the morning. Jaya made coffee and we ate biscuits and drank the hot coffee together, sitting on the sofa where it all started. Then, we innovated and made love on the sofa. The innovation was more of accident than design. Because of the space constraint, I sat on the sofa and Jaya sat in my lap, her legs wide open and high, and feet resting on the sofa backrest. My arms held her in a hug and she slid on to my hard cock.

With a nice rocking motion we fucked. As we fucked, my right hand slipped to her ass and my finger touched her asshole. I rubbed my fingertip against her ass hole and she hissed a word that sounded like nice. So I kept poking her a little as she fucked me. That sofa fuck was fantastic and we got so much carried away that I bit her on the boob and her nails racked my back too.

When the day broke, we caught up with the news of the havoc caused by the cyclonic storm. It devastated a lot of villages and there have been many deaths of humans and animals. Around her home, we noticed some damage. The lane was still flooded, a couple of trees fell and a couple of poles were twisted. 

Communications were restored by that evening and Murthy called up soon after. He was going to return only the next day when the trains are restored. Jaya told him about my arrival from Madras and how she survived the deadly storm thanks to my presence at their home. Murthy thanked me profusely for 'helping' his wife. 

That made me feel guilty for a minute. He asked me to stay till he arrived. I told him that may not be possible and I plan to take the earliest transport back to Madras and report to work. We thanked each other and the call was over a few minutes later.

I made a few inquiries over phone and learned that the earliest I could leave was sometime next morning. Needless to say we were both very happy to get another whole night to ourselves. We fucked three times that night and it got better and better.

Next morning I left immediately after breakfast. Jaya was in tears and hugged me tightly before I left. I thanked her for being such a wonderful lover for two days and the glorious sex I had. She told me that the two days we had together were the best of her life. We both hoped to see each other sometime in future, though in our hearts we knew it was unlikely.

I kissed her good bye and then she hugged me for one last time. She whispered in my ear, "I hope I will have your baby, Mohan." I stopped in my tracks and looked into her beautiful, black eyes. There was no need to ask her...her eyes were telling me that she meant it.

"I hope we made one, Jaya." 

With my heart full of tender love for the wonderful woman Jaya, I walked away reluctantly.

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