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A Storm

By: barra_cuda



He ran down the rain-slicked street looking for shelter. He hadn't thought it was going to rain today, and so hadn't brought his umbrella. He tried the door of a jeweler's but as it was after six, the door was locked. For a minute he stood under its awning looking for a place to use the telephone. The rain was pouring down in sheets, and he was enclosed by curtains of it on three sides. He was cold and hungry and sorry he'd gone out at all. He saw a light on, just a block down; why hadn't he noticed it before? He ran for it, leaping over the puddles.

It was a bookstore. There was no one to be seen among the shelves and stacks of dusty volumes, but there was a large comfortable chair at the back of the room with a hot pot of tea beside it. He wondered if the owner would be upset if he sat down and had a cup. Thunder boomed outside, and the wind shrieked. He shivered and moved close to the radiator, which was making faint clanging noises. He contemplated the tea, which he could smell over the scent of old books and dust.

"May I help you?" he heard a cold female voice inquire.

"I'm sorry, I just came in to get out of the rain and possibly use the phone. If I'm disturbing you I'll go."

"Not at all," she said. "Help yourself to a cup of tea." Her voice had gone from cold to warm and inviting so quickly! He wondered if she'd thought he was someone else. He glanced away from the tea he was pouring and almost spilled it. She was beautiful! She was rather tall, with long silky black hair and silvery grey eyes. Her skin was clear and flawless, and she was shaped very nicely. Her legs were long and well-sculpted; her hips were just the right width, narrowing to a small waist. And her breasts! His breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, and very large. He could see through her grey silk blouse that she was not wearing a bra, and she had wonderful large dark nipples. He felt his body reacting and struggled valiantly to think of something- anything- that would keep him from getting hard. Her skirt was so short! He wondered what she wore underneath— a thong? Or perhaps plain cotton panties? Maybe nothing at all. She walked toward him, her hips swaying seductively.

"Are you going to pour that tea? Or would you like me to do it for you?" 

He had forgotten he was holding the teapot. "Oh, sorry," he said, blushing. 

"It's alright. Here, let me," she said, taking the teapot from him. "You must be freezing! How thoughtless of me." She poured the tea and left.

In a minute she was back with a towel and a blanket. "Lets get you out of those clothes and warmed up," she said. There was a strange sound to her voice, as if she were trying to hold back a laugh.

"Uh—uh," he stammered. "I don't think, uh, that is to say, I'm warm enough, really."

"No you're not, you're shivering. Now take them off, no arguing. I promise I won't be offended."

He looked at her for a minute and then thought what the hell. He took his soggy clothes off and draped them over a straight backed chair beside the radiator. His back was turned to her and he could feel her watching him. He wrapped himself in the blanket and huddled into the chair. She went to the front window of the store and turned the sign from "open" to "closed", then shut the blinds, for which he was profoundly grateful. She sat down on the chair his clothes were over the back of.

"Would you like me to move? I can sit there," he said, getting up.

"No, that's alright. May I pour you another cup?"

"Yes, please." He was glad for the blanket, which was hiding a raging hard-on at the moment. She bent to pour the tea and he could see straight down her blouse. He groaned involuntarily. She looked up at him innocently.

"Does something hurt? Maybe you need a massage," she said, putting down the tea. She straddled his lap and began to work the knots gently from his shoulders while causing a worse one in the pit of his stomach. She moved the blanket back from his shoulders and chest to his lower arms and down onto his lap. "I'm Raina, by the way. What's your name?" she asked as she massaged him.

"Terrence," he groaned as she fought a hard knot in his bicep. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Lie down on the floor and I'll do your back too."

She took the blanket off of him completely, and after a moment sat on his ass. He could feel that she was not wearing panties, and she was very wet. He wondered—if he turned over, would she let him make love to her? Nah. He wouldn't try it, she might go away. And this massage was heavenly. He finally relaxed. She got up.

"There. All better?"

"Yes, thank you. That was lovely." He sat up and wrapped himself in the blanket. Then he turned to look at her again. She was completely nude. He couldn't breathe. She was even more beautiful than he'd imagined she would be. Her breasts were there just ripe to be touched and nibbled, and she was a masterpiece of curves. He cleared his throat.

"It was easier to massage you that way. Those clothes are so constricting," she said, smiling. "Still cold?" she asked, taking the end of the blanket and slowly pulling it away from him. She saw his hard cock, ready for her, and laughed. "I was hoping you wanted to. You're very handsome." She leaned over and kissed him very deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her hand found his balls and she stroked them softly. He suckled a nipple and she moaned. Then she pulled away from him and moved down between his legs. Her hot mouth moved along the shaft of his cock, sucking when she reached the head. She licked the underside, curling her tongue around it, then came back up and sucked some more. He put his hands on her silky black hair as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She had it all in there! He was surprised; not many women had ever been able to do that with his larger than average member. She sucked him hard, deep in her mouth, gently rubbing his balls. Her hair tickled the insides of his thighs as she went back and forth, faster…..faster….faster. He was going to cum.

A blonde pyxie walked in from the back room of the store and frowned. He could only sit there with his dick in Raina's mouth and groan. 

"Raina! Don't you know you're supposed to share?" She shook her head disapprovingly and started to remove her clothes. Her body was lovely, but with smaller breasts than Raina's. She was well-tanned where her friend was creamy white. "I'm Sunny," she said brightly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Then she quickly bent down to help Raina, who didn't really need any help. Terrence exploded right then, sending thick white cum all over both of their faces. He apologised abjectly to them.

"Don't be silly," Sunny said.

"It's fine," Raina said.

He was still hard. Raina saw this and quietly climbed onto his lap, putting his cock inside her tight cunt. She moaned as she slid down on it, grinding her hips against him. Sunny frowned again and shook her head. She gently pushed Terrence down until he was lying flat on the floor. Then she straddled his face, facing Raina, and began to moan herself as his tongue flicked across her clit. He reached up and slowly pushed two fingers inside, deep. She arched her back and ground down onto his hand just as Raina was grinding down onto his cock. Both women moaned loudly at the same time. Sunny's sweet juice was running down the sides of his face like tears, and he slowly moved his fingers toward the front of her and massaged her G spot. She leaned forward and kissed Raina passionately. Raina responded by sucking Sunny's small pink nipples. Sunny moaned louder and Terrence felt her pussy tighten up getting ready to cum. He slid his tongue up and down her warm wet slit, from clit to ass and back, then sucked on her clit gently. She ground harder on his mouth and nearly drowned him as she came, screaming. Raina started to fuck him faster and faster as she neared orgasm too. She moaned low in her throat as Sunny moved off of Terrence's face and began to lick her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Suddenly she climbed off of Terrence's cock and moved upward. He felt the tip of his dick touching her asshole, wet and slippery with her pussy juice, and he groaned. Very slowly she sank down on him, her ass hot and tight. She moaned again, louder this time. Sunny started licking her shaved pussy lips, and darted her tongue between them to her clit. Raina had Terrence's cock all the way to the base in her ass, and he groaned as she slowly slid up and down on it. Sunny was gently biting her cunt lips together and slowly running her tongue between them, making little moaning sounds. Raina came hard, and as Terrence felt her tightening up he couldn't hold back any more. He came again, hard, groaning and thrusting even deeper into her. 

He was spent. He lay there on the floor unable to move as he watched the two women kiss each other deeply and lovingly caress each other. He smiled and thought to himself, we are going to have to do this again! Then he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, he was sitting in the chair, fully dressed. He looked around, but no one was there. "Raina?" he called out. "Sunny?"

An old man in a cardigan with a pipe slowly walked out of the back room. He looked strangely at Terrence or a minute. "Who are you calling for, lad? There's no one here but me." He lit his pipe.

"Who are you?" Terrence asked, bewildered.

"Armstrong Stone, entrepreneur. I already told you that, son. Hmmm." He frowned, then a twinkle came to his eye. "Looks like you were out in that rain too long—you got a visit from those two sprites. That's all they are, lad. Spirits! I've seen it before. Happened to me once when I was young…… Spirits, laddie!" He smiled at the memory. "I'm surprised Windy didn't come along as well. She'll be along next time, though, no worries!"

Terrence caught many a cold that year.

A Storm at Samos



This is an original story following 'A Fall in Antioch.'


May 1107 



The cloaked figure stood motionless by the mast. He could hear the rain hammering on the wooden decks like gravel flung against an oaken door and hissing where it fell into a leaden sea. The wet sail above him dripped idly on his neck and shoulders. There was scarcely a breath of wind and to the north, up by the coast of Turkey, sheet lightning played through the iron clouds, too distant for the thunder to be heard. This same lightning was the only source of illumination as he peered through the darkness searching for a landfall on the island of Samos. Apart from the rain, there were none of the usual, reassuring shipboard sounds. No creaks of easing planks or hempen ropes. The wind had died when the rain came and now the ship ghosted fitfully, the lateen sail hung mournfully unruffled and there was no cheerful gurgle at the forefoot to mark even the slightest progress. 

Despite this, and being soaked to the skin, Cadfael ap Meilyr, for it was he who stood the silent watch, was happy. He treasured these moments of solitude – there were few enough on a crowded trading vessel. Much of the ship’s round hull was given over to cargo so the crew lived cheek-by-jowl under the foredeck. Even the Captain enjoyed no special privilege in this regard; the blunt stern housed no cabins or accommodation. It was here that the charcoal brazier of the cook stood and the long tiller. The ship was old. It was little different from the round ships of Ancient Rome and quite unlike the swift sea-dragons of the North. Built to carry cargo, it was neither swift nor particularly manoeuvrable but it suited Cadfael. In the seven years since he had quit the Holy Land, Cadfael had learned the seaman’s arts. 

One cargo followed another: back and forth across the Middle Sea, grain from Egypt, glass from Venetia; wine from Samos and copper ingots from Kyrenia. Bound for Malaga or Byzantium, Alexandria or Toulouse, it was all one to Cadfael, each voyage a new adventure, each port a new discovery. Now he was inbound to Samos once again, a cargo of hides to deliver and a fresh one of wine for loading. He smiled into the darkness. In seven years he had grown from landsman to mariner and, in those same years, risen from deckhand to Master. He looked forward to taking his ease in the pleasant little port. Experience suggested that the rain would blow through by mid-morning and he would have two days to feel the land under his feet once again. Another rivulet of water sped from the foot of the sail and insinuated itself between cloak and skin to run coolly down his back. It was strange, he mused, how here in the east, the rain seemed less wet than at home in his native Wales. It was warmer, of course, that was it! 

He started slightly and dashed the water from his eyes. Yes, there it was, he could see it clearly when the lightning flashed again. The darker shape of the Island was looming slowly. There must be a slight current pushing them along. God knew there was little enough by way of tides in this landlocked ocean. He watched another hour and when he saw the first gleam of lanterns that marked the fishing fleet, roused the crew with a stentorian bellow. The sail was lowered and they dropped anchor to await the wind that would come with the dawn, no more than a half hour away by Cadfael’s reckoning. The cook roused himself and rigged a canvas awning over his brazier. A porridge of chickpeas was soon in the making and Cadfael’s stomach rumbled as he caught the scent of the unleavened flatbread that would accompany the dish. Sailors looked for two things when picking a berth: a lucky captain and a capable cook. Well, Cadfael thought to himself, on this ship they have them both. He little thought how soon he would come to revise his opinion of his fortunes. 

The light grew very slowly, as if the heavy banks of clouds held back the sun’s progress. There was still no sign of a wind and a chill mist rose from the slate-flat sea. The rain fell away to nothing, but now the fog thickened and left pearly droplets on every surface it touched. The sky grew lighter and Cadfael though he could discern a break in the overcast. If it were so, the sun would soon burn off this sea-fret and he could enter port. He set the men to cleaning the deck and had the cook fire doused. The morning wore on slowly but it was now perceptibly lighter and the first faint stirrings of a breeze marked cat’s paws on the surface. A patch of sky grew brighter, denoting a hazy sun. It wouldn’t be long now.


It still lacked an hour of noon when Cadfael brought his ship to harbour. A gentle breeze had risen and dispersed the last of the mist and in the clear light that followed, the World looked new-made. At this time of the year, Samos was a green isle. By autumn, the hot sun would have sucked all luxuriance from it and it would lie baking, sere and brown. The port itself was nothing grand. It could not compare to the fine harbours of Rhodes or Alexandria but, to Cadfael’s eye, possessed a more welcoming look than either. An old stone mole protected the anchorage and a number of blackened wooden jetties afforded a place for ships to tie up and unload. White limestone houses fringed the docks and climbed straggling up the hill behind where the pale, dusty road climbed away from the town. In the distance was a scattering of small villas, each with its vineyard. Samos lived by the wine trade. Samian vintages were highly prized in Byzantium and the other great cities of the empire. In truth, the island could offer little else save stunted olive trees and ragged goats. 

The harbour, usually a bustling place, was empty of ships save one. Like Cadfael’s own command, it belonged to Ioannis of Adrianopolis. Ioannis was a fat, jolly man who presented a habitually smiling face to the world. This jovial exterior concealed a shrewd and calculating mind tinged with avarice. Ioannis of Adrianopolis was far from being any man’s fool. He had something of a reputation for sharp dealing and was regarded by not a few traders as being only as honest as he needed to be. Such things did not trouble Cadfael unduly. He did his duty and sailed his ship from port to port. Ioannis never asked anything of him that might trouble his conscience and, if the man himself drove a hard bargain, that was not Cadfael’s concern. It was enough to contend with the sea in all its moods, and there was a satisfaction to be had in this, the sense of a task well done. 

Thus it was little surprise to Cadfael to see another of Ioannis’s ships tied up at the mole. He was hailed by name as his vessel eased its way through the narrow harbour entrance.

“Ho! Cadfael! Come aboard as soon as you’ve tied up. I have news!”

He waved a hand in acknowledgement and eased the helm a touch to bring the little ship into the wind. A one-handed signal brought the sail swiftly down and they coasted the last few feet to the landing. A crewman leapt ashore and secured the warps while others dropped fenders between the dock and the hull. Cadfael surveyed the activity with mild satisfaction. It was good to see the crew do all that was needed without a word from him. The sailors were a mixed lot, mostly Greeks with the addition of one Egyptian and a boy from Tyre. Cadfael had long since mastered Trade Greek, the lingua franca of the Levant. It was in that language that he now addressed the bosun.

“I’m going ashore for a bit. Look you to the cargo. I’ll be back within the hour.”

The bosun, a grizzled veteran from the Island of Andros, ducked his head by way of agreement and Cadfael swung easily from the shrouds and onto the rough surface of the mole. He paused briefly to steady himself and find his land-legs before setting off along the dock to where the other vessel lay. It was a mirror image of Cadfael’s own ship and, as he approached, he saw a familiar figure waiting to greet him. If Cadfael had a friend in this part of the world, it was this man, Nicodemus of Varna, a man of middle years and vast experience. They had sailed together before Cadfael received his own command and Cadfael owed much to the Byzantine captain. It was Nicodemus who had taught him the lore of the sea, shown him how to navigate by the sun and the stars, how to use the lodestone and how to read the weather. He was a quiet, self-sufficient man and it was a measure of his regard for his younger protégé that he sought Cadfael’s company when the opportunity arose. 

Cadfael, for his part, held Nicodemus in the greatest esteem and knew him for an honest and plain-speaking soul with deep reserves of courage and wisdom in equal measure. It was with some foreboding, then, that Cadfael observed the lines of worry etched deep upon the older man’s weathered countenance. 

“Well met, Cadfael ap Meilyr. I had hoped to catch up with you here and my prayers have been answered. “

“What ails you, old friend? Your face bespeaks me of some misfortune yet it is barely three weeks since last we met.”

“In truth, is it so short a time? Come aboard, for there is much to tell.”

“I have sent the crew ashore that we may speak privily, my friend.”


Cadfael could see the concern etched deep on the older captain’s face. Nicodemus had been his mentor and friend for a number of years and Cadfael had never known him as a man given to flights of fancy. Whatever was bothering the veteran seaman was worth taking seriously.

“Not five days since, I returned from Adrianopolis with a cargo of grain, as usual. Ioannis’s Factor met me here and we unloaded in good order. Then he bade me wait. The outbound cargo, he said, was not yet ready. I thought nothing of it – these things happen. Two, no, three, days went by and still there was no word. I sent to his villa in the hills. It was then I learned that he had been murdered!”

“Murdered? But why? This was ever a peaceable place.”

“There lies the mystery, my friend. They say he was killed by Alexandros. You know him. He’s the captain of the ‘Star of Libya’ and as sound a man as ever I sailed with. I cannot believe it of him.”

“Even those we know well may yet surprise us, Nicodemus.”

“That’s God’s truth, I know. But murder, Cadfael? Alexandros was a gentle man.”

“Was, you say? What has become of him?”

“I do not know, that’s part of the mystery. Alexandros has disappeared without a trace.”

“And this Factor, Tyros, wasn’t it? How did he die?”

“He was beaten something fierce about the head and his body thrown here, into the harbour.”

“But why blame Alexandros? Did someone witness the deed?”

“None who has yet come forward. But Alexandros and the Factor were heard to argue violently that afternoon. Tyros shows up dead and Alexandros disappears. Thus do people reason him to be the killer.”

“It seems little enough, Nicodemus.”

“Aye, Cadfael, yet still enough for many, including the Port Captain.”

“And do people know the cause of their contention?”

“Not with certainty. Word is they had a falling out many years ago when both were young and there was a rift between them that time could not heal.”

“Where did Tyros live?”

“I was going to go there this morning until I saw your ship. It would please me if you would bear me company there this afternoon.”

“Gladly! I have to attend to the cargo but ‘tis only bales of hides and will not be long in the unloading.”

True to his word, Cadfael returned an hour past noon and he and Nicodemus set their feet on the road that ran up from the port into the hilly interior. The heat was fierce, even this early in the year, and soon both were blowing hard and sweating freely. 

“A life at sea does little for a man’s wind!” Nicodemus gasped as the road took a turn up a steep defile. “Still, it can’t be too much further. “

Cadfael, who had been more than ten years a soldier, grunted by way of reply and saved his breath. It was true, he thought, that a stroll such as this would have barely made him breathe more heavily when he’d followed the Cross. Seven years at sea had shortened his wind; there was little enough room for a man to exercise upon a trading ship. The road turned hard to the left and they emerged out into open country of rolling hills and shallow valleys studded with olive groves and vineyards. Cadfael stopped to survey the scene. 


The mountains of Turkey were a faint bruise on the horizon and, below them, the little port drowsed in the afternoon sun. All was quiet save for the low hum of insects and the occasional harsher chirruping of the cicadas. Nicodemus gestured to a long, low villa down to their right. In common with most of such dwellings on the Island, it was lime-washed white with a terracotta pantiled roof that sloped gently from front to back. The two seamen made their way down a path scarcely wider than a goat-track to stand before a weathered cedar-wood door. 

Cadfael had the distinct impression that their progress had been observed even though now, standing in front of the house with its closed door and shuttered windows, such a feeling seemed just so much imagination. Nicodemus gave a loud ‘Halloo’ but only a faint echo answered him. He stepped up to the door and pounded on it with the hilt of his belt-knife and, again, the only response was the slightly hollow reverberation from the empty vestibule. 

“No one, it seems, my friend.”

Cadfael held up his hand to silence his companion. His sharp ears had caught a small noise just as his friend had started to speak. Then out the corner of his eye, Cadfael caught a flash of movement by the solitary low outbuilding. He moved swiftly to the opposite side of this hut from where he had seen the movement and darted rapidly behind it. Someone crouched by the far wall, peering cautiously around the corner to survey the ground in front of the villa’s main door. He had the impression of a slight figure even though it was impossible to judge the 

intruder’s height, such was their position. Neither could he tell the person’s age, for some sort of cowl or cloak covered their head. He hurled himself forward and seized a handful of rough cloth as the interloper leapt up in alarm. The pair of them crashed heavily onto the baked earth and Cadfael was amazed to find himself straddling a young woman who stared up at him with wide, panic-stricken eyes. The cowl had fallen away to reveal a mane of dark, lustrous hair and skin tanned the rich colour of honey. He rose to his feet and pulled the girl up after him, keeping a sure grip on her wrist as he did so. 

Nicodemus came up with them and his eyes showed his surprise.

“Ariana! What are you doing here?”

“You know this woman, Nicodemus?”

“Aye, that I do. ‘Tis Ariana, Alexandros’s daughter.’”

Cadfael relinquished his grip on the girl and was pained to see the red fingerprints he’d left upon her skin. He muttered a few words of apology but the girl wasn’t listening. She’d recognised Nicodemus and flung herself at him, clasping her arms about his neck and hung there, sobbing deeply. The old sailor gentled her as one would an unbroken colt, stroking her hair and mouthing soothing, meaningless words. At length her sobbing eased and Nicodemus pried her gently away. He held her shoulders in both hands and looked into her face.

“Hush now, child, and tell us your trouble. I swear, Cadfael, that she’s scared half to death.”

Cadfael now had his first real chance to look properly at the girl, for girl she was, he decided. Her long hair was a mass of tangled curls. Her clothes and face were covered in dust and the latter was heavily streaked with tears. She had fine, strong features, a high forehead and arched brows above a straight nose and full, ripe lips. He guessed her age to be no more than eighteen or so. She matched him in height but was as slender as a lath. The cloak she wore had been quite clearly made for another and, where it gaped, he could see she wore a short tunic that finished an inch or two above her knee, revealing shapely and well-muscled legs. Her feet were clad in rope sandals such as seamen might wear. All in all, he found her pleasing to behold. 

The girl composed herself with some difficulty and managed a weak smile at Nicodemus. 

“Thank Our Lady you have come, Nicodemus. I am at my wits’ end. It’s my father. I fear they have murdered him and the other man, the Factor.”

“Slowly, child. Start at the beginning. Who has murdered your father and why do you believe so?”

“I don’t know. Some men – foreigners by their accents. They came for him three night’s past and led him away. I heard raised voices, angry and frightened, they sounded. I’ve seen not a hair of him since.”

“What of the Factor? You said these men had killed him too, or else you feared so.”



“Two weeks gone, the Factor came to our house by night. I could smell the fear on him. He was closeted with my father for an hour or so then both left. They loaded a cargo of wine and took the ‘Star’ to sea that night but returned empty the following noon. The Factor told my father he was coming here, to his house, but would leave the next day. He wouldn’t say where – even when Father asked him. I could see Father was worried but he wouldn’t tell me why.”

Nicodemus looked puzzled. He turned to Cadfael and gave an expansive shrug.

“What do you make of this my, friend?”

“Little enough, before God. You say your father took his ship to sea that night but returned by noon the next day. They cannot have sailed far, then.”

“That’s true, my friend. What would you say, the Turkish coast at best?”

“So I thought, Nicodemus, or Lesvos, maybe.”

The girl nodded. 

“I thought so, too, save it was a quiet night with little wind. I doubt they would have had time to make Lesvos and conclude such business as they had to still return by noon.”

Cadfael raised an eyebrow at Nicodemus and the latter chuckled.

“Take the girl’s word for it, Cadfael. She knows these waters better than I do. Ariana’s mother died when she was a babe and she was reared shipboard. It is not for nothing that she is known hereabouts as the ‘boat girl.’ You would sail for many leagues before you’d find a finer pilot for these seas.”

Ariana shot him a small smile and Cadfael bowed his head in acknowledgement. She was calmer now and Cadfael could see some of the tension had gone from her grave face. Cadfael turned to survey the scene. His previous wariness subsided and, satisfied that were no further intruders, he relaxed with a sigh.

“I cannot begin to guess what has happened here. Ariana, you said men took your father three nights ago and it was some ten days before that Tyros came to your house and they went voyaging together?”

“Yes. It was as you say.”

“And have you seen Tyros since?”

“Not a hair! He returned with Father and then came here. At least, he said he was coming here, I didn’t watch him up the hill so I can’t be sure.”

Nicodemus looked concerned. 

“Tyros the Factor was found floating in the harbour two nights past. Where have you been, girl?”

“I - I was at my grandmother’s in the south. I thought perhaps my father had gone there. She is frail now and he likes to keep a watch over her.”

“I have worse news, my dear. Men say it was your father killed the Factor.”

The girl blanched and her mouth worked soundlessly, unable to find the words to put the lie to Nicodemus’s news. Her eyes filled with tears and she turned away from the two seamen. Cadfael thought at first that she was accepting of the words but, as her shoulders began to shake, he heard her say in a small voice:

“Then they have killed Father as well.”

“People are saying they fought and your father slew Tyros and then ran away.”


“Who? Who is saying such wicked lies? ‘Tis true they disliked each other but not enough to kill. My father would never hurt anyone. Apart from the Factor, and that was an old trouble, I never heard him give a hard word to anyone, much less a blow.”




A Storm at Samos



“What was this old trouble, Ariana?”

“It stems from when they were young. My mother was promised to Tyros. She’d have none of him and ran away with my father to the Piraeus. They married there and didn’t return here until I was born. Tyros hated my father for it.”

Cadfael considered for a moment in silence. He glanced at Nicodemus and saw something akin to relief on the older man’s face. He nodded and smiled at Ariana.

“Old trouble indeed and hardly cause to kill a man after all these years. What say you, Cadfael?”

“Thus it would seem, my friend. And yet they still maintained their wrangling.”

Ariana broke in.

“No. After my mother died they were somewhat reconciled. They both loved her and were united in their grief. They each maintained a surly aspect towards the other out of habit, but there was no longer real feeling behind it. This later trouble had some other cause, I’ll vow. Something about that night voyage.”

“That seems possible. It is more common to have one mystery than two. Your father never gave a hint?”

“He wouldn’t talk about it. Of course, I asked him and asked him more than once. He would only shake his head and say it were better I didn’t know. Oh, please, Nicodemus, and you, sir. Please help me.”

Cadfael was moved by her desperate plea. It went hard with him to see a woman so distressed. He saw a sympathetic tear glisten in Nicodemus’s eye also and knew his old friend felt the same. Nicodemus placed his arm around the girl and smiled gently.

“We’ll both do all we can, my dear. Your father was – is – my friend and I have known you since a babe. If there is some meaning we can unravel from this knot, we shall. You have my word. Now, since we are all here, we might as well look over Tyros’s house.”

Nicodemus slipped the blade of his knife between the door and the frame and prised up the retaining latch. He shoved hard once with his bulky shoulder and the door groaned open. The interior was dark after the bright sunlight and it took a few moments for their eyes to grow accustomed to the gloom. Nicodemus made to move further into the house but Cadfael stopped with a restraining arm. He pointed to the fine layer of dust of the floor. Two sets of footprints were clearly visible. 

“It appears that someone else has had the same idea.”

Nicodemus nodded and hunkered down to inspect the marks more closely. His finger traced the outline of one set of prints and then the other. He rose and edged carefully down the inner hall, concentrating hard on the footprints until he came into the central room. He cast about for a second and found a lamp, which he lit with his flint and steel. He returned with the light and held it low to illuminate the prints. 

“Two men, without a doubt. One wears sandals like ours, the other something grander. See here, the sole and heel are separate. Our grander man drags one foot a little. See how the left print is blurred? The other is smaller and takes shorter steps.”

Ariana looked in wonder at Nicodemus. 

“I’d never thought you could tell so much from a footprint.”


Nicodemus laughed. 

“It’s a little enough, girl. I cannot tell who they were or why the came here and that I would dearly like to know. I’d also give a crown to know if they found that which they came for.”

They searched carefully through the house but found it innocent of any clues. There was no obvious sign that the place had been ransacked but Cadfael had the strong feeling that someone had conducted a thorough search. Some small items seemed to be in the wrong place as if they been picked up and discarded on a whim. A small Egyptian figurine lay on a stool. A chess piece, carved from soapstone to represent a patriarch of the Byzantine Church, stood on the low table next to a stack of wax tablets and a stylus. There was no sign of the rest of the pieces. A small plaster saint stood on the floor at the edge of the room. It looked as if it belonged somewhere else. 

Nicodemus scanned the wax tablets but they were either blank or were clearly cargo manifests; his own and Cadfael’s were among them, he recognised the names of their ships, although he could not read. They searched the bedchamber but there was little to be seen. An aged clothes press stood in one corner. It contained nothing but tunics. The bed was little more than a pallet with a straw filled mattress. It was clear from the way that the mattress had been slit that the searchers had been there before them.

At the back of the house was a small cooking area with a simple rough wooden table, the remains of a meal still upon it. Mould was growing upon the heel of a loaf and the remains of a bowl of olives. 

“Five days, at least,” said Nicodemus and Cadfael nodded his agreement. 

It was apparent that there was nothing to be learnt from the house and the three made their way out and back down the hill towards the port. They walked in silence, in sombre mood. Ariana left them at the square, turning back up the hill along a narrow lane. Cadfael and Nicodemus continued downwards to the port. They parted on the dockside. Nicodemus placed a hand on Cadfael’s shoulder. 

“I’d really like to help her, you know. I’ve watched her grow from a baby. But I tell you, my friend, it’s hard to know where to start.” 

Cadfael could only concur. He, too, wished to help the girl. He couldn’t claim years of acquaintance but something about her stirred protective feelings in him. Both soldiering and the sea made for a hard living and he had become inured to the harsh realities of the world. He believed that most people had much good in them but he also recognised that there were those of whom this would never be true. There would always be a minority who trod a darker path; who thought the world owed them more than just the fruits of their own labour. Such men, and a few women, he acknowledged, would not hesitate before the prick of conscience. And if someone stood in their chosen path – so be it. They would stand there at their peril. Yet from all he could divine of both Alexandros and Tyros the Factor, and he would admit it was little, he did not feel that either was such a creature. 

He knew both only slightly. He had met Tyros a few times, delivering and loading cargo, but had ever only exchanged a few pleasantries among the business. He had a vague memory of meeting Alexandros in the company of Nicodemus in some waterfront tavern. He dimly recalled a taciturn, sad-eyed man content to allow others to speak but still exuding a calm air of competence. The conversation, as always, was of seamanship. Alexandros contributed little but his few sallies had been sensible and authoritative and it had been clear that Nicodemus respected his opinion. Such brief acquaintance was not sufficient to declare a man innocent of all crimes but, and here Cadfael would own to prejudice, it seemed inconceivable that the man who reared the girl Ariana could be a cold and callous killer. It was not impossible, of course, but something rubbed against the grain to think it so. 

They agreed to meet in a tavern later that evening to discuss what might be done to help the girl. Cadfael repaired back on board his ship and stood at the rail watching the sun sink into the fiery water on the western horizon. He felt weary to the bone and slightly depressed. His head ached and his wits felt dull. He stripped and poured bucket after bucket of seawater over his head and shoulders. He finished with a bucket of fresh water to remove the salt and went below to change his tunic feeling only marginally better for his ablutions.


Cadfael was up and dressed just before dawn. He shook the bosun awake and left instructions for the day before swinging ashore once more and heading down the mole towards Nicodemus’s ship. They had accomplished nothing the previous evening but had talked round and round, trying to make sense of all that they knew. God knew it was little enough. Tyros the Factor had come to Alexandros by night. In great secrecy they had sailed and returned at noon the following day. A few days later, strangers removed Alexandros from his home under some kind of duress and, the very next day, Tyros’s body was found floating in the harbour. Alexandros had disappeared and two people had made a thorough search of Tyros’s home. That was the sum of it. 

He felt it had to be bound with that unexplained night voyage. That appeared to be the start of the sequence of events. Nicodemus and he had agreed that there could have been no cargo. There had not been time to load or unload anything of substance. Logic said therefore that it was the men or one of them, at least, that was important. But why the secrecy? No matter how they had cudgelled their brains they could think of no reason that made any kind of sense. Even thinking about it now, in the clear light of day, made Cadfael’s head hurt. He was both surprised and pleased to see the girl standing on the dock as if waiting for him. She greeted him with a shy smile and he felt his face set into an answering grin. 

She reached into a satchel and handed him an object wrapped in a piece of cloth. He took it, puzzled, for she said not a word but looked at him expectantly. He unwrapped the thing carefully. It was a soapstone chessman – another carved in the image of a patriarch. Cadfael could feel the girl’s gaze upon him. He looked up into two intensely brown eyes. He cleared his throat and asked:

“Where did you find this?”

“Among my father’s clothes.”

“It was hidden?”

“Yes, I think so. It was at the bottom of his sea chest with tunics and things folded on top. What can it mean?”

“That I cannot tell you. Was it wrapped in this cloth when you found it?”

“Yes.”

Cadfael examined the figure and the cloth it came in. The piece was simple and didn’t appear especially valuable. It came to him that it was not the object that was important but rather, what it meant. He turned the piece over in his fingers. There seemed nothing remarkable about it to his eye. Chess was popular throughout the Levant and such cheap soapstone pieces were ten a penny. Most of the seamen he knew who were addicted to the game carved their own sets. His own bosun would sit for hours contemplating a single move while his opponent stared in similar concentration. Cadfael didn’t understand the game’s fascination. 

Nicodemus hailed the pair as he climbed onto the dock. He appeared in excellent spirits.

“Good morning, Cadfael, good morning, my dear.”

They returned his greeting and Cadfael showed him Ariana’s find. 

“What do you make of it?” Cadfael asked.

“Not very much. It’s wrong of course.”

“Wrong?”

“There is no Patriarch in chess. You have the Shah and the Vizier, the Rhuks, the Elephants and the soldiers. No Patriarch.”


“Perhaps it’s supposed to be a Vizier?”

Nicodemus snorted and shook his head.

“No, look at the robes. It’s meant to be an archbishop or something. I don’t know, maybe someone is changing the pieces for their own amusement. I’ve seen others do that. They carve the pieces to suit themselves. I don’t hold with it.”

Cadfael shrugged. He didn’t understand the game and cared less about its traditions.

“It seems to me that it might be a token.”

“Of what, Cadfael?”

“That I cannot say.”

Nicodemus passed the figure back to Ariana, who had remained silent throughout the exchange. She gave Cadfael a grateful look as if to say that she appreciated that he saw the significance of her find. He found himself wanting to reassure her but felt bereft of any idea how to do so and contented himself with a slight smile. Nicodemus suggested breakfast and then a visit to the Port Captain.

“He’s new here. His name is Demetrius and he came from Constantinople about three months ago. Not exactly rising in the world, is it? I’ve met him but the once and found him pompous.”

They agreed to the suggestion and after breaking their fast at the waterfront Tavern, repaired to the Port Captain’s lodgings behind the warehouses. They were kept waiting for a good half hour. Cadfael found this to be the Byzantine way. It was to let the visitors know that the man they sought was important and that his time was more valuable than theirs. Nicodemus sat upon the step while Cadfael idly examined the surrounding street. They conversed in a desultory fashion and they were all relieved when a slave called them to enter. They were shown into a large room. A grossly fat man reclined on a couch. A small, dark-skinned woman stood behind him, her eyes lowered. Nicodemus made the introductions. The fat man peered at them owlishly before raising himself up on one elbow.

“Well, Captain, tell me what this is about. I’m a busy man.”

“We are seeking news of this girl’s father. His name is Alexandros and he was captain of the ‘Star of Libya,’ a ship owned by our employer, Ioannis of Adrianopolis.”

“Then we seek the same thing. This Alexandros is a killer and I will have his head.”

Cadfael felt Ariana stiffen with outrage beside him. He surreptitiously took her hand and gave it a squeeze, hoping to forestall any outburst. He shot Nicodemus a warning glance before addressing the Port Captain.

“Might we enquire if you have made any progress in your, ah, investigations, Excellency?”

The man regarded Cadfael with suspicion. He sniffed pointedly as if to infer there was an unpleasant stench in his nostrils before replying.

“What business is this of a Norman?”

“My name, Excellency, is Cadfael ap Meilyr of Trefiw in the land of Cymru and I am not a Norman. Captain Alexandros is our fellow and we seek only the truth in this unhappy matter.”

The Port Captain grunted and glowered back at Cadfael who held his gaze with steady eyes. The two men stared at each other with obvious mutual dislike. It was the Byzantine who looked away first. He gestured to the woman behind him and she stepped silently through the curtain behind her to return with a tray holding glasses of sherbet. 


“Well, Cadfael ap Meilyr of Cymru, I have passed a description of the murderer to all Port Captains in the area. I have impounded his vessel and its cargo and have written to Constantinople to inform the authorities there.”

“And may I enquire, Excellency, if you are certain that Alexandros is the murderer?”

The Port Captain clapped his hands and a slave appeared and bent low. He muttered something in the slave’s ear and the man bowed and dashed away. The Port Captain settled back down on his coach and folded fat hands across his vast stomach. His small eyes rested on Ariana and he licked his lips with a surprisingly pink tongue. The slave reappeared, gingerly carrying a short oar. The Port Captain waved in Cadfael’s direction and the slave bowed and presented the oar to Cadfael with both hands, as though it were a sceptre. 

“Behold, the murder weapon! If you will examine the blade, you will find the unfortunate Factor’s brains – or, at least, some of them. I think it safe to conclude the man didn’t drown, what say you?”

At this he gave a wheezy chuckle. Ariana paled but moved to stand beside Cadfael as he examined the oar. He marked the traces that the Port Captain had alluded to and noted also that a small patch of hair was stuck to the wooden blade amid the dried blood. He handed the oar back to the waiting slave without comment. Cadfael turned back to face the Byzantine and found the man watching him with a sly smile.

“Excellency, I agree. It seems clear enough how the Factor died but I fail to understand how this oar proves who was responsible.”

“Of course you can’t understand. I would not expect a simple sailor to be capable of higher logic or reasoning. Who would use an oar to kill? A sailor. Why would a sailor flee? Because he is a killer. It is well known there was bad blood between them and thus, we have a motive as well. It is clear enough to me.”

“And may I ask where the oar was found, Excellency?”

“Floating in the harbour, close to the man it killed. If that is all?”

Nicodemus made as if to protest but Cadfael silenced him with a warning look. He thanked the Port Captain for his time. The Byzantine struggled up from his couch with the aid of the small woman and exited through the curtain behind, signalling the audience was at an end. Cadfael watched his progress with interest; particularly the way the man dragged his left foot slightly as he walked. 

Once outside, Cadfael led the other two away, gesturing for silence with a finger to his lips. The walked swiftly back down to harbour and he led them out along the stone mole before speaking.

“I think we now know who was before at us at Tyros’s house.”

Ariana interrupted. “That oar! It’s mine!”

Cadfael and Nicodemus stared at her, shock clear upon their faces. She looked from one to the other with pleading in her eyes.

“What does it mean? I didn’t know it had gone. I haven’t been to the boat since Father vanished.”

“Then we had better go there now,” Cadfael replied.

Ariana led them back along the mole and then down some rough stone steps to the inner harbour. This part was too shallow for sea-going ships and was used by the fishing craft and smaller coastal boats. She indicated a brightly painted double-ended skiff with a short mast and furled ochre sail lying a little way in. It was clearly well cared for and to Cadfael’s eye appeared a handy little craft. Ariana hiked up her tunic and strode into the water, affording the two seamen a view of long tanned legs as she did so. She seized the boat’s painter and pulled it to her with a practised ease and slipped over the gunwale. They watched her stoop and search about before rising once more with a short oar in her hands. She stepped back into the water with fluid ease and Cadfael was struck by both the grace of her movements and her obvious familiarity with boats. The little craft had hardly rocked as she boarded and left it bobbing gently at its mooring.


Ariana reached them and presented Cadfael with the oar. It was immediately apparent that it was the twin to the one the Port Captain had shown them. Her eyes had a frightened look as she rested her hand on Cadfael’s arm.

“I don’t understand. How could my oar have been used to kill the Factor?”

Cadfael could find no answer but he felt that was the wrong question, somehow. One thing was certain, he thought. Someone had gone to some pains to obtain the weapon. There were a number of small boats nearer the shore and most would have similar oars aboard. Even simpler, one had only to cast about on the dockside to find a balk of timber. It made no sense to wade the several yards to Ariana’s boat. He turned to the other two.

“I fear we are sailing through fog. Why use this particular oar to kill the man?”

Ariana turned the blade of the oar over in Cadfael’s hand and pointed to the letters ‘A’ and ‘X’ carved into the wood. 

“My father’s mark.”

“Ah, it gets a little clearer. Whoever killed the Factor wanted people to think that it was Alexandros.”

“But why, Cadfael?”

“Of that we are still uncertain. But it’s my guess that it was a good way of eliminating the pair of them.”

“Why not just kill them both, if that was what was wanted? Why kill the Factor and then blame Father?”

“I think it was to close the matter. If you have two men slain, the hue and cry will arise for the killers. However, if one man is dead and another blamed, the matter is resolved and no cause for anyone to think otherwise.”

“You think my father killed the Factor?”

“I am now certain he did not. What sort of man with murder on his mind would wade out to fetch his own oar and then leave it to be found in the aftermath? No, Ariana, your father is as innocent as a babe in this matter.”

“Then where is he?”

Neither Cadfael nor Nicodemus could provide an answer. 

They went their separate ways and Cadfael returned to his ship. He felt sure, now, that the key to the mystery lay with the chess pieces but try as he might, he could make no particular sense of them. The bosun was waiting to meet him on his return. The new cargo of wine was loaded and the ship had been re-provisioned for sea. There was no help for it but he must sail. He bade a brief farewell to Nicodemus and gave his mind to the business of seafaring. As the ship slipped quietly from the harbour, Cadfael caught sight of the girl standing on the mole. She made a forlorn figure, silhouetted against the setting sun. He raised an arm and waved and felt a touch of sorrow as she turned away without returning his gesture. He would confess he felt attracted to her but was loath to press the matter in any way. She was worried half to death for her father and any offer of assistance would have been met with gratitude. It would be wrong to take advantage of her present vulnerability and yet he could not deny that she stirred him.




A Storm at Samos



The voyage to Antalya was uneventful. The ship had ghosted into the vast bay at dawn two days later. Cadfael liked Antalya. The magnificent backdrop of the Taurus Mountains, peaks touched by the first rays of the rising sun, took his breath away. White marble buildings stood out against the still-dark loom of the land. It would be a while before the sun climbed over the eastern horn of the bay. Even so, the port was abuzz as they tied up. Cadfael’s feet had barely touched the dock before he was accosted by a stranger who demanded to know if he had the news.


“There has been an attempt on the Emperor’s life!” The man was beside himself with excitement. “Some say it was the Ottomans and others that the King of Antioch was behind it. “

Cadfael was surprised to think that Count Bohemond, the self-styled King of Antioch, would stoop to hiring assassins and said so. The man shrugged. 

“Haven’t you heard? Bohemond has raised an army of Normans and had vowed to make himself Emperor. They say he plans to force the Church to submit once more to Rome. They also say that there are those within the palace who wish him all success. I dare say there are, if he has been generous enough!”

Cadfael nodded. The one thing he had learnt about the Byzantines was there were few limits to their venality. Bribery was endemic and favours traded like fleeces in Shrewsbury market. Neither was he surprised by Bohemond’s stated intention to make himself Emperor. From what he knew of the turbulent knight, it was entirely in character and, given the man’s military genius, entirely within his compass. However, Cadfael felt, Bohemond would make his challenge openly. There was nothing underhand about the man and Cadfael doubted that he would even stoop to bribery. Others may do so in his name, of course. Still, it was important news. A war would seriously affect trade and therefore his own prospects. 

There was a fresh cargo ready to load so Cadfael had little opportunity to learn more until later that evening. He made his way to the tavern favoured by sea-captains and heard again the news of the attempted assassination. The would-be killer was a slave belonging to a highly placed member of the Emperor’s entourage. The slave had been summarily executed but the master had taken poison before he could be put to the question. No one was any the wiser as to the forces behind the attempt. The affair was something of a nine days’ wonder. Byzantines were inured to the regular round of usurpation and bloody coups. It was a constant theme of Byzantine politics. It ran like a flawed seam through the rock of the State. Talk soon turned to other things and two of the company set out their chess pieces and began to play. Cadfael watched idly for a while. They used the traditional pieces, which looked to be of their own making, carved from driftwood. Some of the others drew closer to watch the game and there was a deal of wagering on the outcome. 

Cadfael took the opportunity during a lull in the game to ask one man, who seemed to be an authority on the game, if he had ever seen the Patriarch used instead of the Vizier. The man frowned and shook his head. 

“I’ve heard that some use Norman Knights in place of the Elephants but I‘ve not heard of the Patriarch at all.”

Cadfael let the matter rest. He drained his cup and bade the rest a good night. It was a warm, still evening and the air was close and thick. He soon found himself sweating as he walked and felt the oppressive heat might presage thunder. He was startled by a hand upon his arm. It was one of the captains from the tavern. The man had clearly followed him out. 

“What do you know of the Patriarch?” The man’s voice was a sibilant hiss in the darkness. 

Cadfael shrugged. “I saw such a piece once, that is all.”

“Some things are best unseen and better yet, not spoken of.”

“And you say so?”

“That I do, Norman, and you’d best pay heed to my words.”

“Who are you?”

“A captain, like yourself.”

“And something else besides, I’ll warrant! So, the truth, what does this Patriarch mean?”

“The truth is it? Then you tell me where you set eyes on such a thing and I’ll give you your answer.”

Cadfael drew the man out onto the dock where none could overhear them. He briefly explained what had transpired on Samos, leaving out only Ariana’s part. The man gave him a grim smile that did not reach his eyes.


“Then it has begun,” he said. “Well, you have given me your tale and I must now give mine. My name is Antonius. I am a Greek yet born in Sicily and a seaman for a score of years and more. I serve no man but own my own vessel and ply my trade between here and the west. Men count me honest and I give them no cause to think but so. 

“Three months past a man came to me. He was seeking passage from here to St Simeon. I was bound thither with a cargo of ingots for the Normans at Antioch so saw no harm in taking him along. He fell sick on the passage and was delirious. In his ravings he spoke of the King of Antioch. Bohemond makes no secret of his ambition so I paid no heed, at least, not until he mentioned the Patriarch.

“At first I thought he was saying the Patriarch favoured Bohemond, but that made little sense. Bohemond has vowed to reunite the eastern and the western Church under the Pope’s authority. So I knew I had not understood aright. He rambled in his fever but I learnt the truth. 

“It’s no secret that Bohemond has been in Italy, raising men and money for his adventure. Three ships sailed from Brindisium to St Simeon carrying Bohemond’s treasure. Only two made safe haven in the port. The third was taken – some say by pirates – I know not. Now two factions search for the vessel, or, truth be told, its cargo, for it was the richest of the three by far.”

“This is news indeed! But where comes the Patriarch in all of this?”

“The missing ship is called ‘The Patriarch.’ My fevered passenger was one of Bohemond’s agents who sought her. He carried a chessman carved in the figure. I’ll stake my life it was a token so others of his ilk could recognise him. I have yet to tell you the heart of this. The man believed he’d found that which he sought. At Samos.”

“Did he say more?”

“No. When he recovered somewhat from his ague, he questioned me closely; asking what he had revealed. Like I said, men count me honest. I told him all he had let slip. He made me vow if I saw a man with a chess piece like his own I was to say there was grave danger; that others sought the Patriarch and would not balk at murder to achieve their ends. Three had died already in the search.” 

“And did he name these others?”

“The Scorpions. At first I thought it invective but ‘tis, in truth, the name by which they go. They are a criminal brotherhood of the waterfront from Constantinople to Alexandria. Most are sailormen or work upon the docks. Their usual practice is barratry. They will place a captain on a ship with a few of their fellows among the crew. Once out of sight of land they seize the ship and sell the cargo where they may.”

“And this befell ‘The Patriarch’?”

“Perhaps. The man could not be sure. All he was certain of was that the ship was brought to Samos. I think they meant to trans-ship the cargo there and sink her, bringing the treasure home in another vessel.”

Cadfael nodded slowly. It was becoming clear to him at last. He thanked Antonius warmly and returned to the ship. He was now resolved to return to Samos as quickly as possible. He prayed he would not be too late.

The next day dawned with leaden skies. An oily swell met them as they left the shelter of the bay and wind was chancy, one minute full and on their beam and the next, taking them aback. There was little doubt a storm was brewing. Cadfael hoped against hope that they would make it to Samos before the weather broke. Towards noon, the wind picked up and they were able to make better progress. Cadfael was wary of squalls and had a man sent up the mast to scan the sea around them. The waves were broken now and white caps flecked the water about them. The ship rolled with an uneasy motion and the Bosun looked askance at the full canvas they were carrying but Cadfael was resolved to keep on all possible sail until he was forced to reef. He could not explain why he had abandoned his usual caution and there were dark mutterings among the crew, unaccustomed to being driven so hard. 


Cadfael reasoned that they were running before the storm. With luck, they would reach Samos before it overtook them. He spent a sleepless night pacing the deck. He had been forced to take in sail when darkness approached or face a mutiny. It was one thing to be scudding along in the stiffening wind in daylight, to do so in pitch black was more than the crew would stomach. He had reluctantly agreed to reef and had seen the visible relief on the faces around him. It was clear they believed their captain had taken leave of his senses. All the while he fumed inwardly at the delay. He had visions of Ariana’s body, broken and bleeding, floating in the little harbour. Now he understood all that had transpired, he was doubly anxious for the girl and his old friend. 

Dawn came to find Cadfael still pacing the deck, frantic with worry. The wind was now blowing half a gale and more canvas was out of the question. Iron grey seas marched behind them and it now needed two men on the tiller to keep the little ship on course. Even with the best will, they were still twelve hours from Samos. He rehearsed the arguments in his own mind:

Three months ago, Bohemond’s treasure ship had vanished. Report placed it at Samos. Three months ago a new Port Captain arrived; a personage who appeared somewhat grander than the post merited. Time passed and then Tyros the Factor came to Alexandros by night, insisting they put to sea. The pair returned the next day. Alexandros was clearly worried and refused to tell his only child where he has been. Shortly thereafter, Tyros is murdered with an oar taken from Ariana’s boat but bearing Alexandros’s mark. Alexandros is taken from his home by men in the night and not seen since. The Port Captain pronounces that Alexandros is the killer and duly impounds the missing captain’s ship and cargo. Both Tyros and Alexandros carried the token of Bohemond’s agents. There was only one explanation for all these events and Cadfael was fearful of his reasoning.

By noon, they had reefed to a bare scrap of sail no larger than a man’s cloak. The wind was urgent now, moaning through the rigging like a soul in torment. Despite the heavily reefed sail, the little ship was flying through the water and it was all that the three steersmen could do to keep her on course. Spray was being ripped from the wave-tops and flung in icy volleys over the deck. Cadfael could hear the tortured timbers groaning with the movement as each wave lifted the stern and rushed under the plummeting hull, threatening always to poop the small craft. The sailors were terrified, certain their captain had gone mad to be driving the vessel so. They were unaccustomed to see such a thunderous expression on his face, a face that was normally open and cheerful of countenance. Yet somehow, his sense of urgency had communicated itself to them and they still worked with a will to obey his sharp commands. 

It was not the first time that he had weathered a storm but usually, Cadfael would order the spars struck and they would lie under bare poles with a sea-anchor streaming astern to keep the ship’s head to the sea. Rain squalls added to their misery and visibility was barely a mile. Still he drove the ship onwards to Samos. During the afternoon the wind eased somewhat, as if the storm were drawing breath before unleashing its full fury anew. Cadfael took the opportunity to shake out one reef and the little ship continued its headlong rush towards his goal. 

Ariana watched the gathering storm with mixed feelings. Part of her loved the wildness of it: she saw in the primordial power of the sea something that marked and confirmed her own humanity. On such days, she would often make her way to a low cliff to the east of the port and sit, wrapped in her cloak, watching the march of the waves as they hurtled shoreward to dash themselves to foamy ruin on the rocks below. She enjoyed the wild feeling of the wind in her hair, although she paid for it afterwards, combing out the snarls and tangles. This day, she felt the touch of that old excitement but it was twinned with apprehension. Cadfael had promised to waste no time in his return to Samos and she could picture his storm-tossed ship in her mind’s eye, battling with the rising storm. She prayed to St Anthony that he would have a care and take no chances in his anxiety to be back with her.

Nicodemus had assured her that Cadfael was a cautious captain, and she fervently hoped that this was so. The old seaman had looked at her with something like amusement in his eyes when she had expressed her concern for the Welshman. She had been about to defend herself, to declare that she was only worried because Cadfael had become a friend but she recognised the lie before it was uttered. She was attracted to him. He was not a handsome man but there was an open honesty about him. His plain, strong features spoke of the integrity within and she had seen him look at her more than once with frank admiration in his eyes that, she knew, was not born of lust More than anything, she realised, he had some incalculable capacity to make her feel safe. It was though, she thought, she could come to no harm if he were near. That, she decided, was a rare feeling for a man to engender in her, who was so self-sufficient.


Now, standing above the seething cauldron of the sea where it battered the headland, she strained her eyes to the northeast, willing his sail to appear. Something within her craved the sanctuary of his arms and she blushed at the warm feeling conjured by imagining it. Nicodemus stood a little way off, frowning. He hailed her.

“He’ll not come in this. He’ll heave-to and ride it out with sea room. He’ll not venture on to a lee shore.”

“I know he’s coming. I can feel it here.”

She placed both hands between her breasts to show Nicodemus the centre of this certainty. He smiled and shook his head, as if in wonder at her. 

“These ships aren’t built to take such hard driving. Cadfael knows that. He’ll surely take the wiser path and wait it out.”

“As you say, Nicodemus. But I know he’s coming.”

They returned to scanning the horizon.

Cadfael, eyes rubbed red raw by the salt spray, was the first to catch the distant loom of land through a ragged hole in the lowering clouds. He guessed at the time. Without the sun by which to reckon the hours, it was all he could do. The sky behind was growing blacker by the minute and distant lightning slashed across the blackness. He figured that there were still two hours to sunset but, with the heavy cloud and driving squalls, it would be dark as night long before then. He had given no heed to what he would do once they raised the Island. Attempting the harbour was out of the question; they would be driven onto the rocks long before they could reach the shelter of the mole. Somehow, he had to bring them safe to shore. 

He bellowed into the wind for the men to wear ship and alter course a little to the north. If he could weather the headland, he reasoned, they could take shelter in one of the small bays on the western side where the holding ground was good for an anchor. The ship lurched and the motion grew uneasy with the quartering sea. The ship’s high freeboard took the wind and he noted that they were moving almost as fast to leeward as they were making forward. It would be a near-run thing. He heard the bosun’s cry of alarm as the man saw they were being driven down towards the headland. He vaguely noticed the two cloaked figures standing at the cliff’s edge and somehow he knew who they were. His heart gave a little leap but he allowed himself no time to think about her now. Their peril was all too plain. 

He did the one thing that he knew was certain death and yet it seemed the only possibility. He altered course towards the point. The ship leapt forwards, wind and waves now acting in concert on sail and hull. The bosun screamed in terror, certain Cadfael meant to kill them all. He forced himself to wait as they drove down upon the rocks. Then, when he thought he left it too late, he flung his whole weight on the tiller. The ship slewed, carrying its momentum, as it swung beam-on to the sea. 

On the cliff top, Nicodemus shook his head in wonder and Ariana cried out in alarm. She felt she could almost reach out and touch the plunging masthead. Then she saw what he had done. It was a mad gamble. 

Cadfael felt the ship touch once and then break free. The backwash from the breaking sea had seized her and pushed her back, away from the waiting fangs of the rocks. In the seconds between that and the next incoming wave, she was round; clear of the headland and into the open expanse of the bay. Now, in the slight shelter of the cliffs, she rode easier and Cadfael grinned maniacally at the shattered crew. They were gaping at him awe-struck, scarcely able to comprehend that they were still afloat. He wiped the streaming salt water from his face and bade them see to the ship. 

Half an hour later, in the last of the fading daylight, they dropped anchor in a small shingle cove. The bosun reported that one of the planks had sprung when they touched the rocks but that the damage wasn’t bad. They plugged the leaking seam with canvas and pitch; it would hold well enough for the moment. Here, out of the wind, the sea was calmer. Cadfael could still see the waves piling up outside the cove but they were sheltered from the worst of it, a mere stone’s throw from the gently shelving beach. A second anchor was streamed to hold them snug and Cadfael turned his mind to getting ashore. Ariana was safe; at least, she was at present. That was a greater source of relief than his own survival. 


Two hours later, a dripping Cadfael changed into a borrowed tunic and laughed at Nicodemus’s vigorously shaking head. The older captain swore that Cadfael had the luck of the Devil himself. Ariana, huge-eyed, smiled shyly. The three had gathered aboard Nicodemus’s ship. The storm had now unleashed its full-throated madness and thunder rolled and boomed, temporarily drowning out the drumming of the rain on the deckhead. Now, dry again and warm, Cadfael felt overtaken by a feeling of lassitude. It was not unlike his reaction as a soldier after a battle. Once the frenzy and horror had subsided, there followed a sensation of sated heaviness as if the body slowed to recoup and the mind dulled to blank out what had gone before. He roused himself with difficulty.

“I think I understand much that was previously hidden. There is still more to be uncovered yet, but, with your help and God’s grace, I believe we can see our way.”

The other two listened in silence as he recounted his chance meeting with Antonius and all that he had learned. 

“It appears to me that it fell out thus: The Scorpions brought ‘The Patriarch’ to a hidden anchorage hereabouts. Some of Bohemond’s faction discovered the ship, or at least the whereabouts of its cargo, for I believe the ship was too well known and they probably scuttled her after unloading the cargo. Let us surmise that it was Tyros who found the treasure. He enlisted your father’s aid, Ariana, in moving the cargo to a place of safety. It was then, I believe, he gave your father the token so those who came after would know him as a friend.

“I think our friend Demetrius, the new Port Captain, is at the root of it. His arrival coincides with the taking of ‘The Patriarch.’ When he discovered the cargo gone, he somehow learnt that Tyros was involved and had him taken. I expect that they put him to the question before killing him. They probably heard of the night voyage of the ‘Star of Libya’ and went looking for your father. I doubt that Tyros told them. There would have been enough idlers on hand to witness their departure or arrival. 




A Storm at Samos



“When they couldn’t find your father, they made it look as if he had killed Tyros by taking the marked oar from your boat. Then they sat back to see who would start asking questions.”

“Why not just take us and put us to the question, Cadfael?”

“So I thought, Nicodemus. But it would be passing strange to accuse us of involvement when the world knows we were at sea and nowhere near the Island at the time. The only real possibility was Ariana, and I greatly feared that they would take her while I was away. Now, Ariana, is there some place – a sea cave, a deserted house or something – somewhere within a few hours’ sailing that your father and Tyros would know? If I’m right, ‘tis there we’ll find some answers.”

“But what of my father? Where is he?”

“I believe he’s safe enough for the nonce. I think it likely that Bohemond’s men came for him. Either to make him safe or to secure their master’s treasure. If it had been the Scorpions, we’d doubtless now be told that the murderer Alexandros had been apprehended or had died resisting his arrest.”

“That sounds like reason to my ears, girl. I think Cadfael is right. The fact we’ve heard naught of your father speaks to me that he is safe enough for now.”

Ariana looked dubious. She hoped it were so but was still consumed by worry. She forced herself to think of Cadfael’s question. Was there some secret place her father knew? She cast her mind back to the hours they had spent together in the little skiff. He had spoken to her of the sea and passed to her his knowledge of the waters around Samos, his weather-lore and seamanship, his deep abiding love of the ocean in all its moods. He had told her of snug anchorages where a small craft could run for shelter in any given wind. He had shown her places where fish would run at different seasons and also where the hidden reefs lurked beneath the azure surface, waiting to rip an unwary hull. There were sea caves aplenty in the limestone rocks, both here on the Island and on the coast of Turkey, a scant handful of miles to the north, but none she knew of were especially secret. She relayed this to Cadfael who looked disappointed. 

“Well then, girl,” said Nicodemus, “think where a man might land a cargo by night. With just two of them, it would need to be a handy place where they could take the ‘Star’ close inshore. It would need to be done privily, so there should be no homes nearby. Know you such a spot?”


Ariana thought hard. She dredged her memory for steep-to beaches where the water was deep close in. There was but one on Samos that would fit that particular bill and perhaps two or three more on the mainland. Beyond these few, she was at a loss. She told the others what she could remember. Then a thought struck her. If ‘The Patriot’ had indeed been scuttled, there was but one place in these waters where it might be done and leave no trace. For the most part, the waters were too shallow and clear. Only to the south east of the Island was there water deep enough to hide a ship. She said as much. 

“Well, then, our course seems clear enough. Cadfael, you go with Ariana and search these landings. I’ll take my ship to the deep and trail an anchor to see what we might fish! As soon as this storm blows through, we’d best be about it.”

“Aye. And we should send word to Ioannis. He’ll want to know the ‘Star has been impounded. Best also that we tell him of these Scorpions. He’ll alert the other ship owners. They’ll not want barratry to thrive unchecked.”

“A good thought, Cadfael. Kostas came in last night and is bound for Adrianopolis with wine. I’ll have him pass the word to Ioannis. He’ll likely also tell the insurance men.”

Cadfael nodded. He had forgotten that the Byzantine ship owners pooled their risks. If piracy and barratry were rife, those who underwrote the risks would want to know. The more men hunting down these Scorpions the better. However, it was troubling that a man such as the Port Captain should be involved. This spoke of treachery in high places; then Cadfael had to own, that would hardly be unusual in the Byzantine world. Had there not just been an attempt on the Emperor’s life, inspired, it was said, by some who were close to him? He rubbed a hand through his russet curls and sighed. The greed and wickedness of men seemed omnipresent. 

The storm abated somewhat during the night but it was still too rough the following day to venture out to sea in Ariana’s small boat. By afternoon the seas had subsided sufficiently for Cadfael to bring his ship round to the harbour and, together with the crew, they set about repairing the sprung planking. When they had finished, dirty and tired from their efforts, Cadfael bathed and changed and went ashore. Ariana had invited him to her home to dine that evening and he had accepted with pleasure if a touch of chagrin that Nicodemus would also be there. They spent the evening pleasantly enough. Cadfael told Ariana something of his life as a soldier of the Cross and Nicodemus questioned him closely about what he knew of Count Bohemond, the King of Antioch.

“The man is a good soldier and something of an enigma. Like most of the Norman breed, he’s arrogant and thinks his word to be law. For all that, he’s a fair man and has a strong sense of justice. His nephew, Tancred, is also a great warrior but more given to flights of passion. There’s something of the monk about Bohemond, but nothing base that I could ever see.”

“An ambitious man, though?”

“That he is! ‘Tis said he would make himself Emperor and re-unite the Church. That sounds to me like the man. Everything must be dressed in a higher purpose. But of those knights who took the cross, I think he, alone, was sincere in his wish to see the holy places free.”

“And the rest?”

“It always appeared to me that they were in it for the plunder or the indulgences.”

“Indulgences?”

“The Pope decreed absolution of all past sins for those who would take the cross. There were some whose sins weighed heavy on their souls.”

“And you, Cadfael, why took you to the Crusade?”

“Young man’s folly for the most part, if truth be told. Oh, I believed sincerely enough in the cause at first but it was mostly for the adventure. I could not be content with the lot of a younger son in Wales. First I hired myself to an English wool-merchant and when that life began to pall, I took the cross and became a soldier.”

“How came you to the sailor’s life, then?”


“Ah, Ariana, that would be a long story. Suffice it to say that the reality of following the Cross was less than I had hoped. It is one thing to risk all for that you believe in but quite another when the cause proves unworthy. I saw as much virtue among the Moors - nay, more virtue - than I could descry among our leading men, Bohemond apart. After Jerusalem fell, I called it quits and took another path. Nicodemus granted me a berth and I took to the life.” 

“What he doesn’t tell, Ariana, is that he saved me from a gang of cutthroats. Some wharf-rats in St Simeon would have had my life in exchange for my poor purse. This Cadfael here came to my aid and despatched them. I thought him then a handy man to have at my side in a fight. I now own him as a friend and more besides.”

Ariana smiled and refilled the wine cups.

“He has proved as true a friend to me, also,” she said.

The next day dawned clear and calm. The remnants of the storm had blown away and only a slight chop was left to serve as a reminder. Cadfael rose early and broke his fast before repairing to the inner basin to meet Ariana and begin their search. He found her ready and waiting when he arrived. Her boat was drawn up close to the sea wall and she called him aboard. Once clear of the basin, she hoisted the little sail and the small craft skipped over the waves as she headed down to the east of the Island. Cadfael watched her handling the boat. Her skill was obvious and he enjoyed looking at her. She wore only a short tunic, clean but much patched, and he gazed with frank admiration at the fluid grace with which she moved, hard muscle under satin skin. 

Before long, she eased the little vessel into a tiny cove. Cadfael looked down into the clear depths and guessed there was full five fathom under the keel even though they were but a short distance from the beach. The storm had left the shingle piled high and had scoured the water’s edge, making it impossible to beach the boat. Ariana dropped a large stone anchor over the bow and turned to smile at him. 

“This is the only place I know on Samos that father could have brought the ‘Star’ close inshore. I doubt this is the place, though. Have you marked the houses up the hill?”

Cadfael nodded; the bay was clearly overlooked and could scarcely be called secret. Still, he thought, it would be as well to look around and, hiking up his tunic, he slipped over the side and waded ashore. There was little to be seen. A steep path led away from the beach up the hill towards the houses. A couple of fishing boats had been pulled well clear of the water. It was clear the bay was much frequented. He knew this was not the place they sought and said as much. He climbed back into the boat and Ariana hauled the anchor and they put out to sea once more, heading north towards the coast of Turkey. 

Meanwhile, Nicodemus had sailed to where the deep water lay. The area was plain enough; the darker blue showed clearly where the bottom fell away into some sort of seabed trench. Nicodemus was dismayed to see the deep blue patch extended for almost a league to the south and was, perhaps a quarter as wide. There was no help for it, he thought and began the laborious task of dragging a kedge back and forth over the area. It took a full sixty fathoms of rope to touch bottom. Nicodemus knew they were in for a long day.

By noon, Cadfael and Ariana had searched two more possible places. The first had proved a waste of time. It was clear it was much used by fishermen. The second had looked hopeful for a time until they had realised that it, too was overlooked, this time by a watchtower that proved to be the base of a detachment of the Emperor’s soldiers. Ariana thought there was one final possibility, six or so miles to the east. She suggested they sail down that way but look for somewhere to beach on the way to cook a midday meal. Half an hour’s fishing brought a plump catch and they soon spotted a deserted cove which, they saw, would offer easy landing. Ariana ran the boat up to the beach and Cadfael sprang ashore to pull the little vessel further up out of the waves. They gathered driftwood for a fire and cooked their fish in companionable silence. 

The day was now hot and there was only a slight breeze to cool them. They sat for a while after eating and looked about them.

“If only the water were deeper close in, this would be the ideal sort of place for a discreet landing.”


Ariana agreed. “True, but there are dozens such along this coast and a score besides on Samos.”

“I fear this day is bootless. All we have done is fry our brains.”

She looked at him and smiled broadly. His face, though burnt brown by the sun, was showing traces of red and he was perspiring freely, damp curls sticking to his forehead. His eyes were screwed up against the sun’s glare and she thought he looked a picture of misery. For his part, Cadfael saw her cool and healthy-looking. Her flawless olive skin showed no trace of the heat and her riot of dark hair framed an oval face that cried out youth and vitality. Her clear brown eyes regarded him with ill-disguised amusement. He was forced to smile in answer. He imagined he saw something else within her gaze. It seemed to him there was a challenge lurking there behind the beguiling smile. She stood with a lithe movement and walked with a slow, hip-swinging gait to the water’s edge. 

“Come, Cadfael, this will cut no bait! We’ve one more place to search before evening.” 

She climbed aboard and he pushed the boat into the water, stumbling as it lurched away from him and he ended up prone in the backwash, spluttering and coughing. She laughed aloud, but without malice.

“If you could see your face! Now, get aboard before you drown. I’ll warrant you’re no swimmer.”

Cadfael grunted and heaved himself over the gunwale. He tried to glare at her but burst out laughing instead. 

“I must confess I never learned the art too well. I can float, right enough, but swimming is beyond my compass, although I’ve never felt the lack.” 

She laughed. “Then I must teach you.”

They sailed down the coast with the sun behind them. The clear water sparkled and the loom of Samos in the distance looked green and inviting. Low limestone cliffs intercut by small bays passed to their left and Cadfael’s mood lightened with the pure pleasure of sailing in the company of a lovely young woman. After a couple of hours, Ariana altered course towards the land. Cadfael was puzzled. He could discern no cove but the girl pressed on. It was only when they were but a stone’s throw from the cliffs that he saw the entrance. A low promontory ran parallel to the shore all but hiding the cove that lay behind. From the sea, the coastline appeared to be unbroken. He felt a sudden surge of expectation; here, indeed, was a secret harbour. 

They rounded the point and slipped into the calm waters of the bay. The water beneath the keel was clear as glass and he could make out a shoal of small fish darting hither and thither among the rocks below. No storm had touched this beach. A mixture of sand and shingle lay at the sea’s margin. He looked about to landward but saw nothing. No houses overlooked the beach and there were no fishing craft drawn up upon the strand. Ariana drove the boat ashore and when Cadfael stepped over the side to help her pull it up the beach, he was startled to find the water rose to his shoulder. It was no small labour to climb out of the sea, so steeply did the beach shelve. 

“A man could sail within bowshot and never know this place was here,” he said in wonder. 

“In truth, I had all but forgotten it myself. My father brought me here once years ago. He found it by chance one year when caught on a lee shore. He swore that St Anthony guided his hand that day. Had it not been for this bay, he would have been lost. He ever called it ‘St Anthony’s bay’ thereafter.”

“If they sought such a secret anchorage that night then surely this is it, Ariana.”

They moved on up the beach and cast about for any sign that Tyros and Alexandros had indeed been there. The heavy rain of the storm had washed away any footprints that might have lingered in the sand. The beach was innocent of any sign of life. Low cliffs backed the sand and shingle shore without a break. No pathway showed itself and there appeared to be no egress from the beach to the interior save a dizzying scramble up the weathered rock. It was not the sort of ascent to be attempted by night and heavily burdened. Cadfael felt his spirits fall. He had been certain this was the place they were looking for but there was nowhere to be seen that a man might hide so much a bauble, much less a treasure horde.


Ariana felt his dejection. She had not voiced her thoughts but she had long doubted they would find anything. She took his hands in hers and gave him a shy smile. 

“It was a brave attempt, Cadfael, and a good thought. Now we needs must think again.”

He shrugged. He had been so sure that he had read it aright. Now it appeared he had been mistaken. He turned back towards the boat and stiffened. 

“What’s that?”

“Where?”

“There, on the headland, close to the waterline.”

Ariana’s gaze followed his outstretched arm and she gasped.

“It looks like a cave half under the water.”

They rushed back to the boat and pushed off. Ariana seized one oar and sculled over the stern for the thirty or so yards across to the headland. She threw the stone anchor over the side and stared at the fissure in the rock. Only about six feet of it was above the water and it was so narrow that Cadfael thought even one as slim as Ariana would struggle to pass through it. However, in the clear depths they could see a large cave entrance lay just beneath the surface. He wondered how he could ever get in; as he’d told Ariana, he had never mastered the art of swimming. They same thought had obviously struck her for she chose that moment to shyly demand that he turn his back. He stared at her uncomprehending until she started to tug at the hem of her tunic. He flushed furiously and spun away. He heard a slight splash and the boat rocked slightly as she entered the water in a graceful dive. He caught a tantalising glimpse of her naked body as she slid through the cool depths into the cave.

Ariana broke surface deep within the cave and pushed the hair back out of her eyes. It took a moment or two to become accustomed to the dim light streaming through the narrow fissure. She became aware of the sheer size of the place. It stretched back thirty or so feet and was half as wide. She pulled herself up on to a shelf of rock to the right of the entrance and stared about. At first she could no sign of anything secreted within the cave but then she saw the unmistakeable shape of a Samian wine amphora. She climbed gingerly over the sharp rock and discovered five more such amphorae half hidden behind a slight outcrop of limestone. She was puzzled. Why would anyone go the trouble of hiding wine? Then she gave a start. Perched on a rock next to the earthenware vessels was the soapstone figure of a patriarch. It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps the amphorae contained something else. 

She stepped gingerly over the sharp rock and tried to pull one of the giant earthenware jars upright. It was too heavy so she rolled it carefully until she could gain access to the sealed neck. The seal was covered in wax and she could make little impression on it with her bare hands. She needed a knife. Slipping back into the water, she swam out into the sunlight where Cadfael was eagerly awaiting her return. 

“I found some amphorae! I need a knife.”

Cadfael did his best to ignore the sight that greeted his eyes as he fumbled for his belt knife. As she reached up to take the blade, his gaze was drawn to her breasts. He looked away, colouring furiously, and handed her the knife with eyes averted. She almost laughed aloud at his obvious discomfort. At the same time, she felt a small thrill; there was something deliciously sinful in exposing herself to the young captain. She slipped back under the water and told him it was all right to look. He turned back to her, face blazing. The clear water did little to hide her body and he forced himself to keep his eyes firmly on her face. 

“They’re too heavy to move much but I should be able to see what’s inside. Are you sure you can’t swim?”

Cadfael swallowed and shook his head. 

“Very well. Wait there. I’ll be as quick as I can.”


Something, some little streak of wickedness, made her turn away in a surface dive. Cadfael groaned aloud as he watched the sweet swell of her rump flash briefly above the water. That image, and the vision of two dark-nippled breasts, were engraved for ever on his memory. He had the feeling she was teasing him but could not begin to imagine what it might mean. 

Ariana gently worked the knife blade around the wax seal. She slid the blade deeper into the gap between the neck and the stopper and started to prise it slowly upwards. The stopper came free with an audible ‘pop’ and several gallons of Samian wine gushed out of the vessel, washing over her feet and ankles. She jumped back in surprise. It was wine! After a moment’s thought she reached down and grabbed the now-empty jar, meaning to pull it away and try another. As the amphora skittered towards her she heard a dull thud from inside it. She seized the base of the vessel and pulled it up, shaking out whatever lay within into a puddle of wine. It was small bundle wrapped in greased leather. She picked it up and dived back into the water. With Cadfael’s knife in one hand and the bundle in the other, she propelled herself from the cave using only her legs. 




A Storm at Samos



Cadfael started to his feet when he saw her reappear and set the boat rocking so violently he was forced to sit again hurriedly. She came alongside and tossed both knife and bundle into the bottom of the boat before hauling herself over the gunwale. In her excitement, she had totally forgotten her nakedness. She arrived beside him in a breathless rush, spluttering out that the first Amphora had been full of wine but this bundle was secreted at the bottom of the jar. Cadfael gaped at her open-mouthed. He was torn between her natural beauty and the curious bundle. He tore his eyes away from her and grasped the leather package. It was secured with a binding of rawhide and he used the knife to cut it. He unrolled the leather and stared in disbelief. It was a soapstone chess piece carved in the image of a patriarch.

Ariana looked from the figurine to Cadfael and back again, her face collapsing in disappointment.

“What does it mean? I thought it was part of Bohemond’s treasure. It’s worthless!”

Cadfael sat and stared. He shook his head dumbly. He could make no sense of it at all. 

Down to the southeast of Samos, Nicodemus was hot and tired. He had spent the day fruitlessly trawling the depths for a wreck. Twice, the grapnel had snagged something. Once they had brought up a huge clump of weed and the second time a blackened piece of timber, so ancient and rotted that it fell apart on the deck. He was utterly convinced that no vessel had been scuttled in the near vicinity. He decided it was time to give it best and ordered course for Samos once again. He could only pray that Cadfael and the girl had enjoyed better fortune. 

They were standing on the dock to greet him as the ship tied up. Cadfael’s face was showing the effects of too long exposure to the sun and the girl had a heavy look about her. Nicodemus’s heart sank. He climbed wearily ashore.

“We found nothing. And I would venture you fared little better.”

“Oh no, Nicodemus, we found something all right. The problem is that what we found makes little sense.”

The older man raised an enquiring eyebrow. Cadfael suggested they repair to Ariana’s house. Standing about on the dock could attract too much attention. Nicodemus promised to follow on once he had secured the ship. Ariana and Cadfael trudged up the hill in silence. 

Ariana poured wine and she and Cadfael explained the finding of the amphorae, each one filled with wine but containing a leather-wrapped chess man. Cadfael set the six identical pieces on the table before them and Ariana added the piece she had found among her father’s clothes. Nicodemus sat and stared, his face paled and his eyes went from the pieces to Cadfael and he spluttered:

“What kind of folly is this? Such gimcrack dross cannot be worth any man’s life!”

They were disturbed by a hammering on the door. Ariana looked up in alarm. Cadfael placed a hand on her arm and rose to answer. He had scarcely unhooked the latch when we was roughly pushed backwards into the room. Two large men, each with a drawn sword, entered followed by Demetrius the Port Captain. 


“Well, what have we here?”

The three friends regarded the fat man in silence. His eyes darted round the room.

“I have followed your progress with interest my friends. Now where is it?”

Ariana opened her mouth to protest but Cadfael answered quickly.

“There, upon the table.”

The fat man looked askance at the chess pieces. Anger and bewilderment chased each other across his features.

“That is it? If you lie….”

“That, Excellency, is it.”

He seemed to suddenly deflate and sat down heavily and gestured for the two toughs to step outside. Ariana handed him a cup of wine, which he all but drained at a single draught. He picked up one of the figures and glared at it as if willing it to give up its secrets. Then he glanced around the room, still suspicious that they were keeping something from him. He seemed to come to a decision and heaved a sigh.

“What do you know of this matter?”

Cadfael related everything that had befallen since he had first arrived on the Island. The Port Captain listened in silence. When Cadfael had finished he gave a tight smile.

“A fanciful tale, Captain, but I’ve no doubt you believe it. I’ll also venture that you think me one of these ‘Scorpions.’ No, don’t deny it, it’s plain upon your face.” 

He tossed the chess piece he was holding onto the table; it skidded on the wooden surface, fell to the floor and shattered. A curious look came over his face. He bent down and pulled a small piece of parchment from among the sherds. He carefully unwrapped the fragment and understanding dawned slowly on his face. He began to laugh. One by one he picked up the other chess men and smashed them on the floor. All save one gave up a similar parchment. 

“See! Here is Bohemond’s greatest treasure!” He smoothed out all the pieces of parchment. Each was no bigger than a man’s palm. They were covered in minute writing that appeared to Cadfael to be some sort of lists.

“What you see, my little treasure-seekers, are the names of those in Constantinople who would aid the King of Antioch.”

He looked from one blank face to the next and shrugged.

“I see that I had better explain. From what you have told me, you already know that Bohemond means to make himself Emperor. In truth, the man’s made no secret of it. I work for His Highness. Three months ago, Bohemond despatched two ships to St Simeon. He has been gathering support and money for his attempt. The Emperor was aware of it, of course, but then rumours began of a third ship – one that had gone missing – carrying the greatest prize of all.

“However, we were able to establish that there was no such ship. There was, though, a third cargo – Bohemond’s greatest treasure. It left, not from Brindisium, as had the true treasure ships, but from Constantinople itself. Then mere stupidity took a hand. This cargo was said to have been loaded by mistake onto a ship bound for Samos. I was sent here to discover what had happened.”

He picked up the head of one of the patriarch figures. It had broken off smoothly. He indicated the clean circle.

“Bohemond’s agent in Constantinople was being watched. He dare not send a courier. We would have taken him without any difficulty. Instead, it appears, he sent his information disguised in these strange chess pieces. It was a little joke. Bohemond has vowed to have the Patriarch’s head. His man decided to make him a gift of it.”


Cadfael interrupted. “But what of Tyros the Factor? Who killed him? And where is Alexandros?”

“As to the former, I can only guess. We suspected that he was involved somehow. Who knows? Perhaps one of the names on these lists took fright and tried to recover them. Perhaps there was a falling out, I cannot say.”

“And my father? Do you know what became of him?”

“I must confess I do not know. I did think for a little while that perhaps he had killed the Factor but I now doubt that very much. I can only suppose that he took fright when Tyros was murdered and has gone into hiding. I’m sorry, child, but now that I have what I sought, my task is done. I shall return to Constantinople as soon as I may. You understand, I left you free because I thought you could lead me to him and he, in turn, would lead me to Bohemond’s ‘treasure.’ Then these worthy captains took your part. I had you watched.”

Nicodemus was still struggling with what he had heard.

“Then there never was a ship called ‘The Patriarch.’ That captain, Antonius, spun Cadfael here a tale of moonbeams?”

“I don’t think so. You will recall Antonius told you his passenger was raving. I suspect the captain tried to make sense of the story and when he told his version, the man was content to let him believe so. Perhaps he said the patriarch had been shipped, and the captain heard that as the Patriarch was a ship, who can tell? The man then invented this tale of ‘Scorpions’ to give credence to the rest. I can assure you, no such brotherhood would survive long where the Emperor’s writ runs. Nevertheless, I congratulate you all. You accomplished in days that which I could not in months. Please believe me, I never meant you any harm. Now I will take my leave.”

They sat in stunned silence for a while after the Port Captain left, each alone with his thoughts. Then Cadfael rose suddenly. 

“There is one more of those figures. At Tyros’s house! Do you remember, we saw it there the first day?”

“So? It is probably empty like my father’s was.”

“It’s possible, to be sure. But yet I feel there are more answers than we so far received. I shall go to Tyros’s house in the morning. It may be that there are still things hidden there that we overlooked before when we knew not what we looked at.”

Nicodemus roused himself. 

“Cadfael, I still don’t understand. I can see that the lists would be of great import to the King of Antioch but it seems a deal of trouble to hide them in a chess piece.”

Cadfael smiled at his friend. He picked up the broken head that the Port Captain had discarded, turning it over in his hand. He used a thumbnail to chip away some of the soapstone. A thought struck him. He searched about among the shattered fragments sorting through the sherds until he had seven flat bases lined up on the table in front of him. He turned each of them over and cried out in triumph. On six of the bases there was a small gouge. The seventh was innocent of any markings.

The following morning the three companions climbed the hill again to Tyros house. As before, Nicodemus sprung the latch with his belt knife and they went inside. Cadfael went directly to where he had seen the chess piece and picked it up. He flipped it over to examine the base. As he suspected it was marked, but this time with a double gouge. He seized the figure in both hands and twisted sharply. The head came neatly away from the torso. He shook it slightly and a small piece of parchment fluttered to the floor at his feet. He stooped hurriedly and picked it up, smoothing out the folds as he did so. He frowned at the writing there. It was Greek script, an art he had not mastered. He handed it wordlessly to Nicodemus who shrugged.

“I lack the skill, my friend.”

Ariana took it from his drooping fingers and began to read aloud. 


“If you are reading this then the worst has befallen me. Know that I served my master faithfully and trust my soul to St Anthony to intercede for me.”

“Is that it?”

“That’s all it says.”

Cadfael jumped. “St Anthony!” he sprang across the room and picked up the plaster figure of the saint and dashed it against the wall. A larger roll of parchment fluttered out. He caught it before it reached the floor and handed it to Ariana.

“Two days’ past I had word. The Emperor’s agents are on the Island. The information my master needs arrived today from Constantinople. I am sure the Port Captain suspects. I will ask Alexandros to aid me. They have hidden the lists in some chess pieces. I am to pass them on to a man who carries their twin.”

Ariana paused. “It looks like he wrote this next bit afterwards. The writing is different, as though he was in a hurry.”

She scanned ahead, her excitement rising. “Listen!” She started again to read aloud.

“Alexandros agrees to carry the cargo. We have hidden the messages in some Amphorae. Alexandros took us to a place he called St Anthony’s Bay. We hid the wine jars there. When he is able, he will recover them and take them to St Simeon. A ship came in from Constantinople. Some of the crew were asking for me by name. I am sure I’m being followed. I fear for us both. I have sent word to Alexandros to take care and trust no one who does not carry the token. I sent him a token so that they may know him as a friend. There is a new arrival in the port. I believe the captain is of our party. I told Alexandros he must go with them and tell our friends in Antioch all is well. He wanted no part of it and we quarrelled. Now I must go to meet the other captain and arrange safe passage. I can only trust in God and pray we will see the Church once more re-united.”

Nicodemus heaved a sigh of relief.

“So Alexandros is safe, at least.”

Cadfael nodded. “Safe enough for now, I think.”

He picked up the wax tablets with the cargo manifests written on them and passed then to Ariana.

“What am I looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

Ariana read through the stack of manifests. They were routine lists of cargo with the name of the shipper and the name of the recipient. It all seemed perfectly innocent. Cadfael listened in rapt concentration. 

“Read that last again, Ariana.”

“From Theophelus of Nicaea, Thirty gaming pieces, samples. For Tyros the Factor.”

“Which ship?”

“Uh, yours, Nicodemus!”

“You knew?”

“No, I swear it. We unloaded everything at the warehouse. Tyros marked each item off, as always. He never said a word.”

Cadfael nodded. It made sense that they would use one of Ioannis’s vessels. That way Tyros would not have to explain to another Factor why he was receiving gaming samples. 





“Why did you do it, Nicodemus? Why did you kill Tyros?”

Ariana stared at Cadfael as though he were mad. He ignored the girl’s face and kept his eyes on Nicodemus. 

The older man shrugged. “Because I am a loyal servant of the Emperor.”

Ariana let out a gasp. She turned her face from one to the other, the colour had drained from her.

“But you used my oar! You meant to blame my father, he was your friend!”

Nicodemus gave her a tired smile.

“Yes, he was my friend but he was also a traitor. I could not stand by and see our Church and Empire delivered into the hands of some bastard Norman.”

“So you pretended to search for him all the while knowing what had happened.”

“I didn’t know it all. I tried to get Tyros to tell me. He wouldn’t talk. He laughed when I called him traitor to his face. Then you came with the story of Bohemond’s greatest treasure and I thought that was it. When you told me all that you had found was a few chess pieces, I was at a loss. I swear I do not know what became of Alexandros.”

“But you still managed to alert the Port Captain. You sent word of where to where to find us last night.”

“How long have you known, Cadfael, old friend?”

“I began to suspect last night. You said such dross was not worth a man’s life. You had the look of a man who fears he has made a vast mistake. I watched you privily when the Port Captain found those lists. You looked mightily relieved. I was only certain when Ariana read those manifests.”

“What will you do, then?”

“I? Nothing. What do you suppose the Port Captain would say? He’d agree that you caught a traitor. I doubt it much he’d find it blameworthy.”

Ariana’s face was white with fury.

“Do you mean to say, Cadfael, that he’s to get away with it? I can’t believe it!”

Cadfael stretched out his hands and took both hers in his.

“I’m sorry, Ariana. But know you that I speak the truth. The Emperor would never condemn Nicodemus for ridding the world of an enemy. I might despise a man who would stoop to murder but it is not my place in life to judge others. However, set your mind at rest about Alexandros. I believe he never left the Island.”

“What do you mean? Do you know where he is?”

“I think he may be at your Grandmother’s house in the south. Yes, I know you sought him there but he kept himself concealed from you, not wanting to place you in any danger.”

“Since when have you thought this?”

“Since we read Tyros’s testament. ‘A new arrival in the port?’ That was Nicodemus. Tyros made a mistake. He thought Nicodemus was of their faction. He paid for that with his life.”

“But what of the men who came by night? Who were they, Bohemond’s men?”

“At first I thought so. But your father’s token was still hidden in the house. I think they saw the murder and knew that Alexandros would be blamed. He could not believe his friend Nicodemus was the killer; that was the argument you heard. We know he couldn’t have sailed to St Simeon. The ‘Star of Libya’ was impounded and Nicodemus wouldn’t take him. It stands to reason, then, he never left. And men in trouble oft run to their mothers. We’ll find him there, or near about.”


Cadfael turned to Nicodemus. His hard eyes made the older man look down, abashed.

“Here is my price, Nicodemus. You forget Alexandros’s part in this. It would serve no purpose now. Demetrius has the names. Bohemond will find no friends within the Empire when he makes his attempt. In exchange, I’ll hold my peace but look you here! I never wish to see you more in this port or another. Go back to Varna. I’m sure you will be well rewarded for your part. Do you agree?”

Nicodemus turned his mouth down and wept with bitterness. He controlled himself at length.

“It shall be as you say, Cadfael. I am old enough to quit the life. I have no regrets save one. Today I lost a friend.”

They parted then. Nicodemus walked alone back down the hill. Cadfael and Ariana watched him go. They were both still deeply shocked by all that had happened. Impulsively Ariana turned to Cadfael and flung her arms around his neck. Their faces were almost of a level. She kissed him full on the lips. He blinked, startled.

“Oh, I don’t know how I can ever thank you, Cadfael.”

He smiled at her. “I believe you promised me swimming lessons. I think it had better be somewhere secluded where none can witness my feeble prowess. Somewhere like St Anthony’s Bay?”

July 1108

Ariana raised herself upon one elbow and gazed down at Cadfael as he lay sprawled upon the beach. She gently kissed his forehead and he smiled up her and reached out to cup her breast in one hand. Her breath hissed in her throat as he stroked her nipple to hardness. With a fluid motion she straddled his chest. He felt the warm moistness of her against his bare chest and eased her gently up. She cried out as his tongue found her and he buried his face in the softly curling hair. He revelled in the sense of her, the taste, the scent, the soft folds gracing his lips. He felt the sun warm on his body and was filled with the joy of the moment. 

She gasped and stifled a giggle before easing herself backwards and lowering her breasts to his eager mouth. He felt the sweet heat enfolding him and he moaned on her to nipple. She moved her hips slowly; languorously drawing him deeper inside her and they kissed. They began a gentle rhythm.

“You know, my love, I believe I could take to this sort of swimming. It likes me better than the other.”

“Save your breath, man, it’s about to get rough!”

She was as good as her word. 

Afterwards they lay together quietly. Her fingers traced patterns in the coarse mat of hair on his chest.

“So Bohemond failed at the last, then?”

“That he did, my love. The Emperor knew his every move in advance. He has now sworn vassalage and holds Antioch only by the Emperor’s grace.”

“That must have burned with him.”

“They say he took it with calm dignity. He may be an arrogant bastard but he was ever the knight. Once sworn, he’ll never break his word unless the Emperor gives him cause.”

“And Nicodemus, did he fulfil his promise?”

“Aye. He lives in Varna now although word has he’s not long for this world. He has some malady for which there is no cure.”

“I cannot pretend to sorrow on his account. How long before you sail again?”


“Sadly, my love, I must away the dawn after tomorrow. Wine to Syracuse.”

“Hmm, five weeks then. I think I can last that long. Time for another lesson?”

Two naked figures splashed into the sea. One was lithe and arrow-slim, the other short and stocky with heavily-muscled shoulders. One swam with natural grace, slicing through the water with scarcely a ripple. The other thrashed and splashed, making heavy weather of it in her wake. 



The End



A Storm Cumming



They were predicting a major Nor’easter here in New England. I’d had come home early just to make sure the house was all set. Not that I was really worried. Even though we looked over the outer harbor, we were high enough that even the infamous Blizzard of ’78 with its 20-foot surge was more than 50 feet below us. In addition, the heating was gas switchable to gravity feed hot water. The stove, actually, all cooking places were natural gas too. Even the hot water heater was gas. We had plenty of candles and lanterns. So I we lost electricity, we would have light, cooking, heat, could bathe, and it was cold enough that food wouldn’t spoil putting it outside.

I checked around the outside of the house to make sure all was tight and secure for a wind predicted to be 60+ mph. Made sure the wood for the fireplaces was in easy reach. Though each had a gas log. The wood was really for flavor and scent being hickory, apple and other fruit trees.

I went in showered and shaved and put on my bathrobe. I then started to get dinner ready. It was now beginning to snow in large sliver dollar size flakes. These usually indicate a wet snow shower of an hour or so. This time though the wind picked up. Within a half hour the snow turned much small and was falling fast, almost an inch.

It was starting just like the old Blizzard of ’78. That one left 6 feet of snow over the region. The sea swelled to 20 feet above normal high tide flooding the coast with icy salty water. The wind was recorded at hurricane force, 75 mph. It snowed for 2 and half days solid. People had to abandon their cars on the highways by the hundreds. Thousands never made it home. They ended up in shelter. Power lines were down. Massachusetts and the region were shut down for a week. No driving allowed all but food stores closed.

I was getting a little worried about my Lady B. But she did say she would leave early. As I’m thinking this, I hear the door open. She parks the car and comes up stairs hanging her coat in the closet. She walks over, caresses between my bottom cheeks though the bathrobe, and gives me a big passionate kiss. Our tongues duel but I’m unable to put my arms around her as my hands a messy for dinner preparation.

I had planned a dinner of grilled salmon form the hearth, with a tossed mixed salad, and a few home fries. Desert would be ice cream.

Lady B, seeing my momentary helplessness in the hand department slipped her hand into my robe and around my growing penis. With her touch it became fully erect and at attention. While we were kissing, she fondled by testicles and stroked my stiff member by very lightly caressing with her fingernails. Taking advantage of y helplessness with messy hands, she just wouldn’t stop kissing. So we kissed tongues caressing or more than five minutes. At this point pre-cum began to seep out of the tip of my penis. When she felt the liquid, she dropped to the floor and took me into her mouth licking up the pre-cum. She was always telling me how much she loved the tasted of this bodily fluid of mine and my cum, sperm liquid. She lustily suckled me using her tongue as a cup to taste y pre-essence. Then really taking advantage, she wet her fingers. Then she started to probe my anus. Sliding one finger in she massaged the opening so she could get a second finger in. Then she fingered my as I would do her vagina, in and out. All the while, she is fondling my testicles with the other hand and sucking and licking my erection.

She loves to pleasure me this way and I always reward her by shooting gobs of come into her mouth which she savors while swallowing down. I could feel myself beginning the peaking process. So I asked, “Hon do you really want me to nearly empty into your mouth now or do you want a good amount for later.” “But you taste, and smell, and feel so good”, she answered with me in her mouth. “But you are right. I’ll settle for a little taste for now.” LB was an expert when it came to my orgasms. She knew just how to control them. She continued and as I started to come, she clamped down on the hard penis just below the scrotum and above it with just enough pressure to allow her to drink a small mouthful of my essence. Letting me go as I went flaccid, she licked her chops and grinned. Then we kissed.

“So how wet are you?", I asked. “Do you want to see?” I nodded and she pulled her skirt up. Her panties were wet all the way up to the top of her pubic hair. It looked beautiful.

Why don’t you go up and start a shower or a bath,” I said to her. “I’ll be up to help you as soon as I’m finished down here. “That sounds enticing”, she replied in a sultry voice and went off up the stairs.

I finished with the marinade for the fish of light soy sauce and thyme; finished the salad. I par boiled the potatoes for home fried and set the tray.

Outside it was definitely getting worse. Putting on the TV, the report came in the another low was developing off the coast as this one was getting stronger and the tide were going to be astronomically higher than normal. It truly was like the Blizzard of ’78 all over again. Well we were secure. So, we might as well enjoy the ride.

It took about 20 minutes for me to do all that. Meantime LB was deciding were to wash. First, she took off her skirt and hung it up. It was a tailored skirt mid knee in length, very business like. Her blouse is what I call semi-sheer. There was just enough sheerness to see the lace texture of her bra without being able to really see anything. This she tossed into the hamper. Her stockings came off next. She liked to wear the kind that looked like they are worn with a garter belt even though they are really panty hose. (Very sexy. Going to work of course, she wears panties. It is more professional. But she prefers not to wear panties and when with me she doesn’t.) She put these aside to wash later. LB’s bra fit her perfectly. She is a C cup in some bras and a B in others. I could never guess, she makes sure they fit well. This one is lace with a front closure and small straps. The cups just barely cover her aureoles. Moreover, it shows off her cleavage wonderfully. Off it came. She glanced at her breasts. Even at her age, they still don’t sag looking like they did over twenty years ago in her teens, perky, firm yet soft and round. The panties were a high cut leg, plunging bikini type with a strip of silk just wide enough to cover only half her cheeks. Its front panel was of very sheer mesh, the kind that shows all and even more when wet.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was still a sexy beauty; buttocks still firm legs taut, stomach almost flat. Looking at her own pubic hair, she thought again about how much I loved it. She was not curly like most women. Rather her hair was wavy. It was black or very dark brown, very full, and yet trimmed to the edge for a bikini and around her vaginal lips. LB knew I thought it was perfect and loved to just run my fingers through it for no reason at all.

Walking into the bathroom, LB was trying to decide on a bath or shower. Our bath was really a Jacuzzi built with room for three so we would have room for our love games. The jet were positions in just the right way for her to use them as a toy to come, massage her breast and anus and for me to use also. It was also equipped with two waterproof vibrators and a hand water massager. The shower was big enough for us to lay out in with water capable to be sprayed all around. It also had a bench for two. The stationary jets were placed for the sexual gratification of both of us, together or individually. It, too, had to vibrators and a hand water massager.

Actually, the bathroom was designed for romance complete with a fireplace. Many times we spent and evening making love in one or the other or both.

I found her in the shower. Through the glass, I could see she was half lathered in suds. One hand was between her legs and the other kneading her left breast. I watched for a few moments while she masturbated, my penis growing in size. We both enjoy watching each other do this and being watched while doing it though joining in is best.

I took my robe off and went in with her. Taking the soap, I washed her back and backside, in between the cheeks. Slipping a soaping finger into her anus, LB moaned in pleasure as I cleaned her there. With my other hand, I washed her vulva running a finger around each lip and twirling around her clitoris. There was more moaning from her. I washed her legs from the back. She bent over wanting me to finger her anus while caressing her clit. I hushed her, indicating for her to be patient. Then I turned her around so I could start her front. I washed first her left hand and arm up to the shoulders and arm pit, then the right. I washed over to her breasts kneading them gently. I then rinsed them off and started to suckle them. LB’s responded by reaching out and stroking my erection. While suckling her, I washed down her belly finally reaching her pubic hairs. I caressed her Mon’s enjoying her hairs and then circled her clit with my finger.

LB could now barely stand so I sat her down on the bench. It is the part of the bench with a split in the seat. I adjusted the sprays to massage her nipples. I then spread her legs and started to lick the lips of her vulva. She was well lubricated with her own juices. The taste of honey. I lubed my fingers and reached under her to get to her available anus. Sliding one in I massaged her opening until a second one slid in easily, within seconds and then a third finger. I then slid them in and out all the while licking and suckling her honey vagina and clit. Moaning and slightly bucking in rhythm with my fingers, she held y head into the love nest. She cried out in one, two, three, four, five waves of orgasm before she calmed down.

I slid my fingers out of her and covered her tingling love area with my hand. I rose up and kissed her guiding her up to a standing position. We kissed for a long while. LB then stepped back to the ledge we had built so we both could stand facing each other and me be in her. She moved my hand from her love took hold of my erection and slid it into herself. We stood kissing and caressing each other’s back hardly moving. LB used her vaginal muscles up and down my erection. It was heaven. We stood like this for a half an hour. Gradually the tensing was building in me. I was finally beginning to buck. LB lovingly kissed me even more passionately. Holding my buttocks, she pulled me more into herself. I slid my hands down to her cheeks. Then without a signal, we both slid a finger from each hand to the other’s anus and twirled them around inside. Our orgasm was building and finally it came in load moans with me filling her love canal with shot after shot of come. LB having a dozen waves after wave of coming to match my shooting. We stood just holding each other for another five minutes before getting out.



A Storm of Forbidden Passion



Ellie's stepmother was truly the bitch goddess from hell. All blonde hair and big tits, Ellie could see why her grief-stricken father was taken in by Karen's physical beauty. True, Karen had been there for him as James went through the horrible ordeal of watching his wife waste away from cancer that was ravaging her body.

Karen had been a nurse in the terminal cancer ward, so Ellie figured it was part of her job to be nice to the family members of cancer patients. But her poor father took it that Karen really cared for him. As far as Ellie was concerned all Karen really cared about was his money as James was quite well off financially.

But now the time for revenge was at hand. Ellie, who had just turned 18 weeks ago, is a much worthier opponent now, as opposed to when Karen had first married her daddy back when she was only 14. She considered it to be no coincidence that after roughly three years of marriage, just as father's financial fortunes were taking a major hit, Karen started to fool around with other men.

Subsequently, Karen divorced him, leaving James for a younger man. Ellie's dad was devastated as now he had been hit with the double whammy of two women he loved dearly coming and going from his life. One from death, one from divorce; both equally painful.

Some time later, as it was apt to do, the stock market turned around, and once again James' financial fortunes were on the rise, along with little Ms. Karen's interest in him. All this Ellie watched with a careful eye. To this end, she was determined to keep Karen away from James and was quite prepared to do anything to achieve just this objective. 

After the marriage, Ellie and Karen had fought like cats and dogs, to the point where, shortly after her 15th birthday, Ellie moved to the Philippines to stay with her grandparents. Her dad, much to her dismay, said little in the way of trying to stop her. She took this as a sign that he was siding with Karen over her.

Now three years have passed, and she is returning home for the first time since leaving. Ellie strongly suspects her daddy is still holding a torch for Karen, and since he has been desperately lonely this past year or so since the divorce, he will be vulnerable to her physical charms.

But just maybe, that is if Ellie is brave enough to really follow through with her plans, his desperate loneliness will play into her hands. Ellie's daring plan is to relieve her daddy of his desperate loneliness, and hopefully his need to be with Karen, by seducing him. 

If he gets back with Karen, it won't be because he has not had a chance to fill that large hole in his heart with an intense forbidden night of passion with his young 18-year-old daughter. Everything is planned. Everything is ready. The only question is, in the end with the money on the table, will Ellie be brave enough to offer herself up for her daddy's pleasure, and even then, will he take the bait. Ellie would soon find out.

Ellie arrives at her dad's large house at around four in the afternoon. She is on spring break from her college in Manila, and will be spending it with her daddy in the fervent hope of securing his love and affections, hopefully before Karen worms her way back into his life.

They bring her bags in for her two-week vacation while chatting idly about her schooling. Finally, after spending a few minutes at the kitchen table continuing to catch up on things, Ellie excuses herself to take a hot shower.

"When I get back downstairs I am going to cook your favorite dinner."

"What do you want me to do? Can I help maybe?"

"Sure go to the store and get some champagne."

"Champagne. So what are we celebrating little girl?"

Ellie's heart skips a beat as him calling her "little girl" brought back so many wonderful memories.

"My graciously choosing to spend my entire spring break with you, Daddy. I thought that would be obvious. Just pick out something nice huh."

"Sure why not. I could use a good old fashioned celebratory drunk to help me forget about my problems."

"That makes two of us daddy," she says excitedly dashing up the stairs to the bathroom quite happy that the first part of her plan is going off without a hitch.

After getting out of the shower, Ellie wanders into her old bedroom, her mind is preoccupied with what she will wear for this evening's fun and games. It has to be something sweet and innocent, yet seductive, all at the same time.

She goes through her suitcases looking at several different outfits, before rejecting each one for one reason or the other. She moves over to her dresser and yanks open the bottom drawer. This drawer would contain some of her older clothes she left behind when she moved away. One particular top catches her eye. It is a top that has the green face and body of Kermit the frog on it. Kermit is framed by a bright yellow background, and in big red letters, the words Kermit Rules is written. The top is both cute and innocent. Perfect even.

She looks at the top and smiles, remembering how this was a birthday present from her father when she was only 13. "This is the one," she thinks, excited to have finally found something both sweet and innocent.

She quickly tries it on; liking how it still fits her—just barely. She, of course, has filled out a bit in the past five years, which the cute little top aptly shows off. It's rather tight across her perky little 32B breasts.

"Tight enough where he just might notice," she muses to herself as she admires how the top looks on her in the bathroom mirror. "Especially if I wear my new padded purple bra that makes my tits look bigger," she thinks with growing enthusiasm. 

Now she would just have to pick out something to go with it. She digs through her dresser drawer some more and comes up with an answer in the form of a pair of old faded blue jeans.

Just as she suspected, her old jeans are a bit snug. Skin tight in fact. In other words, they are just perfect. It will be perfect combo--innocent top, with a super tight pair of blue jeans.

As a final touch, Ellie arranges her pretty, dark hair in the twin ponytails that makes her look so very young, sweet and innocent. The twin ponytails was a look that always had gotten his attention when she was younger, and she could only hope it still worked.

About an hour later, they are sitting in the darkened dining room enjoying a romantic candle light dinner. They talk quietly about all sorts of things as they eat their dinner, and sip on Dom Perignon. Ellie is waiting until the champagne starts to kick in for the both of them before she steers the conversation in the direction she wants it to go.

After dinner, working on their second glass of Dom, Ellie senses the time is right to have their quiet conversation take a serious turn.

"Daddy do you miss Mom?"

"Of course sweetie. I miss her terribly."

He pauses, looking at Ellie seriously, before adding, "You know maybe I never noticed until right now how much you are beginning to look just like her."

"As I recall you always thought Mom was so very beautiful."

"I did."

She gets up, comes around to his side of the dining room table, "So that must mean you think I look so very beautiful?"

"I do honey. I am afraid that you left years ago just a pretty little girl and now have returned as a very beautiful young lady. Indeed, just like your mom. You know she was 18 just like you when we started dating."

"She was so lucky to find a man as sweet and handsome as you Daddy."

"Ahh flattery, you must want something young lady."

"Yes I do as a matter of fact, I do want something." She holds her hand out, and with an easy smile, indicates her daddy should take it. He does and finds himself being led downstairs to the spacious living room.

She suggests he sits down while she prepares things. She moves about the living room with the grace of a cat as his eyes track her every movement.

He likes the way she is dressed. The combo of the cute, innocent little top he bought her so long ago and her tight little faded blue jeans work together rather nicely in such a way to fully garner his attention.

He especially notices how her ass is on full display due to the super tight jeans she is wearing; and what an ass it is, he suspects with growing admiration for his barely 18-year-old daughter's youthful beauty.

Even more so, he can't help but to notice how her cute little Kermit the frog shirt is so tight on her showing off what appears to be a rather luscious set of small tits.

As she leans down to insert a CD into the corner stereo unit, her tight jeans allow her ass to be put fully on display for his viewing pleasure as she seems to be spending in inordinate amount of time fiddling with the stereo trying to insert the disc into the player. 

James takes the bait, staring at his daughter's ass, memorized by its beauty. He has just enough time to contemplate how his "little girl certainly has grown into one very beautiful young lady," before she turns and asks him for a dance thankfully breaking the spell that super cute ass of hers has woven over his poor eyes.

He hoped she had not somehow sensed his eyes crawling all over her butt as he was already starting to feel more than a little guilty for staring at his young daughter's ass. He blames it on the champagne, which has made it easy for him to ignore what common sense would dictate doing in such a situation—that is not staring at her ass.

Just what James had desperately hoped was not happening though was, in fact, a reality. Ellie senses her daddy's eyes crawling all over her butt so she pretended to have problems inserting the CD into the player, just so she has an excuse to stay bent over in this "oh so vulnerable" position a bit longer.

Then just for fun, right before inserting the CD she drops it on the floor, thus having an excuse to bend over, even more, to pick it up. He does not want to think about the consequences as it almost seems she is doing this on purpose.

Soft romantic music fills the dimly lit living room ending the show, and any further complementation of her actions being strictly accidental, or maybe just a bit purposeful.

"Slow dance with me Daddy," she whispers using her softest sweetest voice. Ellie has cleared a space in the middle of the living room so they would have their own personal dance floor.

He obliges her as to say no is out of the question. James, over the years after she left, has managed to store up a rather large amount of guilt over the way he just let her so easily walk out of his life. He knows he should have done more to try and get her to stay, even if that meant hurting his relationship with Karen.

He was slow to realize one simple fact of life --a daughter's love for her father is forever while a wife's love may come go as the fickle winds of fate blow to and fro.

James is determined to make things up to Ellie, and if she wants to dance then dance he shall. But before they begin their dance, they share another champagne toast, drinking it down quickly. The champagne is making Ellie feel both brave and quite audacious in her willingness to carry out her plans for the wicked seduction of her daddy.

She finishes her full glass of champagne, letting the warm buzz fully envelope her before she whispers as they come together on their small makeshift dance floor, "Daddy do you think I am as pretty as Karen?"

"Of course honey. Prettier even."

"Of course, though you like her so much and are going to get back together with her aren't you, coz you're lonely and miss Mom?" Ellie looks up at him as they circle the makeshift dance floor blinking back tears.

If it was an act on her part she would win an award, but the truth is what she is feeling tonight is no act. She loves her daddy fiercely, boldly, and now as she consumes more and more of the delicious champagne, recklessly.

"Honey it's really undecided if I will get back with her"

Ellie is quiet for a moment as she rests her head against her daddy's chest. She is like most Filipinos short in stature, about 5' 1" which allows her to fit nicely in his arms.

She raises her face up to him, looking him directly in the eyes she says softly, "I know she wants you back and you will probably give in to her. After all, why would you not? I mean she is not stupidly short like me, she doesn't have drab colored dark hair. Instead, she is tall and has that beautiful golden hair that all men love and then they are those God awful huge tits of hers that all men including you simply go crazy for. I guess once again I will be left out in the cold like before."

Tears begin to well in Ellie's eyes. Getting emotional like this was not part of her seduction plans, but the whole thing just sort of sneaked up on her. Her plan had been to play it cool and casual in a confident sexy manner, but instead, she begins to cry. All the planned cool sexiness she wanted so desperately to display slipping away. 

James pulls his daughter closer to him as he lightly brushes away the tears from her face. They have stopped dancing and are now just holding one another in the middle of the living room. He lowers his voice saying to her quietly, "Listen little girl, honestly if I am to compare you to Karen, she will be the one crying."

He gives her a tight hug before continuing, "You are the light of my life not her, maybe because are so very beautiful honey that you make the sun blush."

He pauses smiling at her, "And I will take your cute little twin ponytails," he reaches up and bats them playfully with his hands as he whispers, "Over her blond hair any day. As for her being tall so what!!! Honestly, I prefer short girls myself. Short and petite."

"Really why?" Ellie says starting to feel better about things.

"Oh maybe because you can do things like this with petite young ladies." He suddenly reaches his arms around her waist and lifts her up in the air twirling her around once, twice, and then a third time. It is easy as Ellie is not heavy at all, weighing in at only a bit over 100 pounds. 

Ellie squeals in sheer delight crying, "Stop Daddy I am getting dizzy."

"Just as I am dizzy from your absolute stunning beauty my dearest daughter," he declares before swinging her around one last time, and then deftly setting her down on her feet. 

"Great now I am too dizzy to dance anymore Daddy," she pouts. "You will have to take me over to the couch and cuddle me until my dizziness goes away."

"Hmm, maybe that was my plan all along honey. You know to get you onto the couch so we could cuddle some. Yeah, just like old times."

He takes her by the hand, and leads her over to the couch, but before they sit down Ellie grabs the champagne bottle and pours them both yet another full glass of champagne. She proposes a toast, "To cuddling with my handsome daddy that I have missed so much over these past several years." 

They both drain their respective glasses teasing each other to see which one can finish first before he strikes a formal tone in his voice as he addresses her.

"So let me get this straight. You need to sit down because you are dizzy, but yet just finished off your what? Your third glass of Dom Perignon, which by all accounts should make you dizzier still. Yeah makes sense to me." 

"It only makes sense to you because you are drunk, and trying to get your little girl drunk daddy." She shoots him a sly smile before adding playfully, "What so you can take advantage of me maybe?"

"Right it was your idea to have yet another toast. Better sit down and be quiet before I change my mind about cuddling with you, lest you think I am trying to 'take advantage' of you," he says deciding to answer her teasing charge with a bit of sarcasm.

She plops down on the couch, holds her hands out to him saying, "Never happen. You cannot say no to me, especially not tonight of all nights since you are trying so very desperately to get back in my good graces."

"So true," he replies sighing as he settles down on the couch next to her. She quickly wraps her arms around him snuggling up to him so very close.

"This is nice" James whispers to her as he snakes his arms around her pulling her close. They sit quietly for a few minutes enjoying the silence of the house, disturbed only by the distant rumble of thunder.

The silence between them is finally broken when, without warning Ellie pulls back from him and gives him a long serious look.

"It's time for a history lesson and for you to beg me for forgiveness"

"Ok," he says wondering just what his history lesson would be about. As for the begging part, he already resigned himself to the fact he would do anything to try and make up for the way he treated her after he married Karen, and if that included begging so be it.

"You once asked me why I hated her so much. Remember."

"Yeah I remember."

"Well, now I am mature enough and confident enough to tell you exactly why."

"Go ahead honey I am listening"

"I was 14 when you married that bitch and then we stopped having a close relationship. By close, I mean physically Daddy. No more hugging, holding hands, cuddling like just now, no more sweet words exchanged, no more teasing fun and games." She sighs heavily as she pauses letting her words sink in.

"And worst of all, no more good morning, good night, or even goodbye kisses. No more kisses whatsoever like we once shared. I was both hurt and jealous as I seen all the affectionate I used to get from you go to Karen."

"You are right Ellie. I am guilty as charged, but you must understand I was on the rebound from your mother's death and honestly Karen was just there for me to lean on. And she got upset when I showed you attention so. . . ."

"So you bowed to her desire and cut me off from your love and affection. And then let me run off to the Philippines and stay with Grandma and Grandpa for all them years."

"Sadly yes. Can you ever forgive me, baby?"

"I can try if you are willing to make it up to me. Tonight, starting here and now."

"I will do whatever it takes Ellie. Just tell me what you want." He moves closer to her, and in a frantic attempt to convince her his words are true he gives her two soft kisses—one on each cheek. 

"That is a good start as I do miss your kisses, Daddy."

"I missed giving them to you baby," he whispers into her ear as he draws her into a tight embrace. What happens next changes everything.

He moved his lips over and planted two gentle kisses on her forehead, and then started to pull back. He was going to once again say he was sorry and then tell her it was finally time they went to bed. But as it turns out, he never quite got the chance. 

"Daddy can I give you a kiss back," she murmurs shyly, her voice dripping with utter sweetness.

"Of course baby."

As she moves her lips closer to his face he instinctively turns so she could plant her kiss on his cheek. But she uses her hand to turn his face to hers instead. Her kiss lands firmly on his lips. She gives him one, two, and then three light butterfly kisses that send his poor heart racing as does the words she whispers to him next.

"I just love you so much Daddy and want this to be a night for us to remember forever."

It was only with a tremendous effort that James was finally able to pull his lips from his daughter. Thus far he had been able to ignore the alarm bells going off inside his head telling him this was so very wrong.

The fact he was by now more than a little drunk made it not easy mind you, just easier, to ignore those annoying bells. He abruptly jumps up from the couch announcing in a firm voice, "Ellie it's time for bed. I am tired, you are a bit drunk, and this is getting out of hand."

He half expected Ellie to protest, but instead, she says nothing. She gets up from the sofa, crosses the room briskly towards him, and then floats past him, ignoring him completely.




A Storm of Forbidden Passion



His heart sinks. He had not expected this-- to be ignored. Then as she reaches the foot of the stairs, she pauses, glancing back at him over her shoulder. A sad look crosses her face as she says to him very formally, "Since you made it abundantly clear my kisses are no longer welcome I bid you a not so fond good night!!"

Ellie storms up the stairs, the night seemingly over with, along with any plans she might have had of seducing him. James begrudgingly admits to himself that, "maybe he overreacted to that little impromptu kissing session on the sofa just now."

He drags himself upstairs to his own bedroom, but not before deciding to make an attempt to reconcile with her. She ignores his soft tapping at her locked bedroom door, so he gives up and walks wearily down the hallway to his own room.

A storm is coming. It has been building all day. That afternoon it had been exceedingly hot for October. He had noticed large purple thunderclouds off at a distance while he was out getting the champagne earlier. The weather forecast had predicted thunderstorms to be hitting the area around 10 pm that night. It had been intermittently flashing lightning for the past hour. This along with the occasional distance rumble of thunder says the weather forecast is probably correct. A storm is indeed coming. Both literally and figuratively.

About an hour later, just as he was falling asleep there is a light tapping on his door. He rubs his eyes wearily and gets out of the bed. The predicted storm is just starting to ramp up outside. Ellie, when she was little, and even into her teen years, had always been terrified of storms. He now wonders as he turns on the lamp on his nightstand, if anything has changed.

Apparently not, as Ellie throws herself into his arms as soon as he opens the door. She is on the verge of crying.

She hugs him with a vise-like grip. "The storm, you know I hate storms."

"Still I see."

She pulls back from him, looking up with large, desperately pleading eyes she whispers, "Daddy can I sleep with you. Please. Please, Daddy. The storm . . . I can't take it by myself."

Almost as if to emphasize Ellie's point, Mother Nature chimes in with a brilliant flash of lightning that momentarily bathes the gloomily lit bedroom in bright light, followed quickly by a loud crash of thunder that causes poor Ellie to literally jump into his arms.

"Please daddy," she begs once more burying her face against his bare chest.

To allow his 18-year-old daughter to sleep with him, especially after that little kissing session downstairs on the sofa would not the most proper thing in the world to do James realizes. But this inconvenient fact is trumped by the glaring need to comfort his daughter in her time of need. "Besides," he sighs to himself as he leads her over to the bed, "To deny her now what she so desperately wants would be suicidal to their relationship."

Careful to hide his reluctance to let her sleep with him he tells her, "Of course you can sleep with daddy little girl. Just like old times, I suppose."

Before reaching the bed, Ellie who is wearing a pretty white satin robe, makes a detour to his bathroom, allowing him time to go over to his dresser, and pull on a pair of comfortable jeans and an old tee shirt. If he is going to sleep with her, it won't be in his usual sleeping attire, which is just a pair of boxers. 

When she comes out of the bathroom he is in bed already. She pauses at the bathroom door saying, "I'm just going to leave my robe here hanging on the door knob Daddy. I would hang it up in your closet but I am afraid."

"Afraid, why there is a light there. The switch is just to the left as you enter. Don't you remember?"

"I know, it's not the dark I'm really afraid of . . . but her. I am afraid of seeing she has already moved a bunch of her shit back into your closet."

"Honey I . . ."

She cuts him off before he can defend himself although he wasn't sure of just how he would have done that as what she suspected was, in fact, true. Karen had moved some of her stuff back in already, even though he had yet to be romantic with her, or tell her he would take her back. Karen was just forward that way.

"Shh, I don't care. You belong to me tonight and that is all that matters." As she says this she starts to slowly take off her robe. He can't help but to watch as a sudden and overpowering curiosity as to just what his pretty young daughter might be wearing under her satin robe takes hold of his heart.

His curiosity is rewarded with a most beautiful sight for Ellie is wearing a simply gorgeous purple bra, with matching panties under her robe. Purple is his favorite color and she knows this. As she crosses the room, bypassing the bed heading over to the small mini bar against the far wall his eyes are glued to her. Helplessly.

Just before she reaches the bar he manages to find his tongue. "Honey, w-where is your pajamas. I mean you don't intend to . . . Sleep in . . ."

"My underwear." She finishes for him as she reaches the bar and starts rooting around for a pair of glasses.

"Yeah," he murmurs while sitting up in the bed trying to get a better look at her. 

"Oh, Daddy you really are silly," she replied, turning to him with a bright smile plastered on her face as she leans back against the bar. "Come join me for a nightcap. It will help calm my nerves from the storm." Again just like before when she referred to the storm the room is bathed in vivid light as a loud crash of lightning, followed by a thunderous boom, tears through the deathly silence of the house.

He sighs while getting up from the bed and crossing the room towards her. She is leaning back against the bar still, her small chest thrust out, with a sly smile on her lovely face, looking just so smoking hot in her pretty purple bra and matching panties that his cock is already coming alive down there. 

Just as he reaches her, she tilts her head seductively whispering, "So you don't really want me to run back to my bedroom and put on a pair of ugly old pajamas do you, Daddy?"

His brain tells him that is exactly what he should tell her to do, but his heart, his poor lonely heart, cannot resist her awesome beauty. He understands even as he mumbles, "Of course, not baby," that she knows this too.

She has poured them both a double shot of Jack Daniels, along with a bit of Coke into a pair of small tumblers, and now pushes one into his hand, declaring with utter confidence, along with a rather mischievous smile, "I didn't think so."

He takes the glass and sniffs it. "Jesus honey whiskey. Really."

"Oh come on Daddy. Don't be a killjoy. When I said I needed a drink to calm my nerves that is exactly what I meant."

"But baby. Whiskey? After what we had to drink already . . ." His voice trails off, his argument dying on his lips as she gives him a sad pouty look that she uses when he is being obstinate in giving in to her. It works nearly every time, including this time.

"Come on Daddy. One gulp, let's race," she cries, tipping the tumbler to her lips not waiting for him to answer.

He takes the bait and dumps the double shot of Jack and Coke down his throat. They both slam their glasses down on the bar at about the same time.

She smiles at him, the whiskey making her brave, carefree and confident enough now to play her trump card. "Daddy our last dance downstairs was cut short by you picking me up and spinning me around."

"Yeah well you deserved it, little girl," he tells her as his eyes fall helplessly to her chest. Standing this close to her, he has the opportunity now to admire her pretty purple bra up close and personal. Each of the purple cups has pretty silver lines spaced out, running vertically across the length of the cups. And then as a lovely added touch, the bra is adorned with a small little bow between the cups. A little bow that captures his attention completely. He thinks how nice it would be to finger that pretty bow that adorns her lovely little bra, and maybe a bit more.

Ellie notices him, noticing her bra, and smiles to herself on the inside as her plan is working perfectly. She struts away, full of whiskey-fueled confidence that her daddy will be watching her all the way.

"Just as I deserve you to share another dance with me. One that this time you finish." She announces over her shoulder as she reaches the small CD player that sits on the large bookcase against the wall. There is no doubt in her mind that he will dance with her, despite the fact he has yet to agree.

She roots around his collection of CD's until she finds the one full of romantic ballads that her mom loved so. She inserts the CD and the bedroom is filled with the sounds of I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston.

He surrenders, the whiskey making it easy, as they come together in the middle of the bedroom. The raw sexual tension between them is almost like a living breathing entity inside the dark bedroom as the romantic strains of the music fill both their hearts with soft musings of love.

James tries to make the dance formal as he takes her one hand in his, holding it up in the classic dance pose, while the other slips around her waist, trying his best to keep a safe distance between them. As the song progresses, Ellie lets her hand slip from his. She moves closer and closer still until finally she is pushing up against him, clinging tighter, arms locked around his back, her head resting easily on her much taller daddy's chest.

"So much for keeping her at a safe distance," James muses to himself. "Yet I don't dare protest." He knows his daughter's sweet charms cannot be denied.

One hand moves to the back of her head, stroking her soft hair while the other slips around to the small of her back. He gives in all the way pulling her tight to him. They sway gently to the soft romantic music. His eyes keep flickering down to her chest and that pretty purple bra of hers, a fact that fills her young heart with joy.

The song ends. James stops dancing as another song he doesn't recognize begins. Ellie lifts her head from his chest whispering, "Just one more song Daddy then I shall release you from your burden."

"You are hardly a burden Ellie."

"Karen thought I was and you let her send me away."

James regrets saying anything now as once again she is using the past against him. Furthermore, he senses she is about to get all emotional on him so he must tread carefully here. "Honey, I just hated to see you two fight all the time. I did what I thought was best at the time. Now I know I was wrong"

"Did you really love her that much more than me."

"Ellie, it's not an easy thing to analyze. I loved you both."

"But her more or should I say you loved all that pretty blond hair and those enormous tits more."

"Ellie must we talk about this. I thought you wanted another dance."

"We must. Answer the question please and then maybe we will dance."

She wants to talk, not dance, apparently and he is unsure of which one is more dangerous.

He starts to turn away from her ready to suggest they go to bed and talk in the morning. He actually begins to turn and take a step away when she says quietly, "Daddy if you turn away from me now, tonight in my time of need I wonder if I could ever forgive you."

She reaches out and grabs him. He allows himself to be pulled back to her. As they stand there in the middle of the floor, staring at each other, James is frantically searching for the right words.

"Answer me Daddy. It was the allure of those tits and hair that was too much to resist."

"Honey Jesus. Your hair, now, tonight." He begins exasperated at her stubbornness to concentrate on both Karen's blonde hair and big tits. "It looks a thousand times better than Karen's ever could. You know I love it when you do your hair in those cute little twin ponytails. And I am not hung up on blonde hair OK. I like your pretty dark hair. I like you for you so don't dare to compare yourself to her."

"You even like my small breasts better than Karen's Daddy?" She says leaning back from him while thrusting out her chest, seemingly wanting him to examine her tits. 

The directness of the question makes James' knees damn near buckle. How does a father answer a question like that? The truth was – Karen did have a big beautiful set of tits while Ellie was blessed with a cute, typically Filipino small set of tits.

She had been rather flat chested when she went away four years ago, and while he had noticed some growth there tonight, especially as she ran around in her underwear, her tits could never be mistaken as big. Could he tell her all this? Of course not. But he had to tell her something.

He takes a deep breath unsure of what he will say, but she is waiting so he must say something. "Baby you have I am sure just an adorable pair of breasts." He makes it a point to stare at her chest now. Any guilt he might have been feeling for doing such a thing is kept neatly at bay by the double shot of whiskey he just downed, but maybe more so by the need to reassure his young insecure daughter.

"Really Daddy. You like them. Even though they aren't big."

"Size is NOT everything sweetheart. Anyways, you have something else that Karen could only dream of having."

"Oh, really Daddy and what might that be. But wait, before you tell me it's so unfair. You are fully dressed and here I am only in my underwear. I think maybe . . ." She reaches out and hooks her hands under the bottom half of his tee-shirt and begins to pull it up.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Evening things up."

"Fine the shirt only, though. Understand."

"Yes Daddy," she replies as a teasing mischievous smile comes over her face. His allows her to slide his shirt off of him amazed at her sudden mood shift as just moments ago, she was on the verge of tears, and now she is teasing and playful once more.

"Oh I like this song," she says as I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner starts up. 

"Let's dance and talk Daddy," she whispers sliding her arms up around his neck, snuggling up so close to him that her bra begins to rub rather enticingly all over his bare chest.

"So tell me what exactly do I have that Karen doesn't? Hmm." She whispers killing off his hope that maybe she got distracted by taking off his shirt, and somehow forgotten what he said earlier.

Somewhere deep inside a little voice tells James to tell his daughter the truth if only for her self-esteem. He follows that little voice, lifting her chin up to stare at him as he whispers, "Those incredibly tight jeans you were wearing earlier and now your sexy little panties have made it abundantly clear to me Ellie that you have a real and I mean real . . ." He pauses letting the tension build as she stares up at him expectedly. "Nice butt sweetie."

"So you like my ass huh Daddy?" She fires back playfully.

"Well, yes if you want to be blunt, I guess I do little girl."

"Then show me," she says plainly as her hands move around to his side pulling him still closer still before whispering in his ear, "Your sweet words are not empty during this final dance of the evening."

The soft tender music grinds on as they sway softly back and forth to the romantic ballad. She lowers her head against his chest as his hands slip around, once again, to the small of her back. James wonders just what, "show me" means. Surely it cannot mean what she is implying -- or can it?"

Not knowing what to do exactly, he does nothing. He keeps his hands firmly planted on the small of her back holding her tight against him. A long minute or so passes before Ellie says in the softest of whispers, "Daddy you are not showing your little girl that your words are true."

"Honey is not my words enough for you?"

"No, they are not. Not after you pushed me away."

Her constant reminders of how hurt she was by him letting her slip away makes his heart ache with a deep sadness. "Then what baby. What can Daddy do?"

She raises her face up to him. There are tears welling in her pretty eyes. "You should have never let me go, Daddy."

"Yes, Jesus Ellie I understand that. You don't have to keep reminding me . . ." He was starting to actually get a bit annoyed, and it showed in his voice, by her constant little reminders. Annoyed that is until he looks down at her and sees she is crying.

"Don't cry honey. Please don't cry. I'm sorry."

She has never looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, so sweet, or as innocent, to him as she does as this very moment. He does what comes naturally-- he lowers his lips to her face intending on giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, but at the very last moment she turns just enough for his kiss to fall upon her sweet lips.

They kiss lightly on the lips, once, twice before he tries to pull back. Her arms wrap around his neck, not allowing him to escape their forbidden destiny.

Their kisses go on and on, light, soft and sweet. In between, soft sweet whispers of perfumed endearments are exchanged.

"You are so very beautiful baby. You have the face of an angel and the body of a goddess," he says to her his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

"And this angel longs for her daddy's kisses," she proclaims as their kisses grow stronger and last longer.

The forbidden passion is growing in undeniable leaps and bounds. The undeniable testament to this is how their lips take longer to part, before coming together again in a restless need to taste more of this new forbidden fruit they are sharing.

Meanwhile, his hands start to slide downwards off her back towards that adorable little ass of hers. They seem to be moving of their own volition ever downwards. It takes a tremendous dose of will power to finally bring them to a stop just above her butt. He is trying so very hard to maintain a semblance of decency between them, just as Ellie appears to be wanting all semblance of decency to completely disappear.

They both can't have it their way, and in the end, hot forbidden passion rules the night as over and over their kisses crash together, releasing giant waves of unspeakable lust to fill both of their lonely, desperate hearts.

Ellie senses it's time for the kill. She pulls back slightly saying in barely a whisper, "Let your hands go, Daddy."

She brings her mouth to his, kissing him deeply, just as she brings her hands behind her back giving his a little nudge. They begin to slide downwards once again so very slowly. As their kiss grows in passion, his hands slide down and over his daughter's lovely little ass. The skimpy panties offer scant protection from his roving hands. Her ass is tight, firm, and delicious while instantly making him hard. In short, it's so utterly perfect that to remove his hands now would be a near impossibility.

Finally, the deal is sealed when, without giving it any conscious thought his tongue escapes from his mouth into hers, and begins to explore, adding more fuel to the fire that is growing between them.

She responds in kind as her tongue twists in and out of his mouth. The already growing erection in his pants is throbbing with untamed fury. He fondles her ass with increasing eagerness as their forbidden kiss seems to last forever.

The storm brewing outside is nothing compared to the storm brewing inside of his jeans. It has been a long time, a very long time, maybe a year since Karen left and he had last enjoyed sex.

Ellie has been grinding away down there, pushing the lower part of her body against his crotch as their kisses continue unabated. His hands are literally attacking his young daughter's sweet ass. He is rubbing it all over, back and forth, loving the delicious feel of her silky soft panties against his hands.

All the while James had been kissing and fondling his daughter, she had been leading him over to the small mini bar with its lone bar stool. He lifts her up and onto the stool. They stare at each other, both breathing heavily.




A Storm of Forbidden Passion



His eyes involuntarily become stuck on her chest as the tension rises to an almost unbearable level before she whispers, "Daddy you wanna play with your little girl's tits. You have been staring at them the whole time we were dancing."

He moves his hands to her bare tummy. Another soft whisper of encouragement prompts his hands to begin a soft, slow ascent across her taunt stomach.

"This is so wrong sweetheart," James whispers making one final attempt to keep things decent.

She looks at him with the saddest, sweetest expression before she reaches out with one hand and gently strokes the side of his face. His hands have come to rest just below the soft rise of her breasts.

"Wrong was Mommy dying of cancer, wrong was Karen cheating, wrong was you letting me go with barely a word."

Her sad expression now turns to a soft smile as she takes his hands into hers. "This is not wrong, this is what I want. What you need," she whispers pushing his hands fully onto her small breasts.

He begins to knead them through the soft material of her bra. They feel nice and firm; delectable and delicious. They begin to kiss again. Deeply and without reservation this time. Their tongues battle while his hands become bolder by the second in fondling his daughter's tits.

She breaks the kiss off, and then removes his hands from her tits, bringing them to her mouth, kissing each softly, before reaching around and ever so slowly undoing her bra.

The pretty purple bra slips away revealing is daughter's perfectly modest tits. The nipples are fully erect and just begging to be sucked.

"God honey they are beautiful," he says to her his heart racing from pure unfettered desire.

"Really you don't think they are well," She angles her head to one side in a most beguiling manner before murmuring, "Too small."

"Oh, Jesus baby no."

"You wanna suck on your little princess's tits Daddy."

He has lost the power of speech, his mind whirling as he could have never contemplated receiving such an invitation. He is trying to make up his mind when it almost seems like fate is playing a part in this great forbidden drama that is unfolding between father and daughter as there is a brilliant flash of lightening followed closely by a tremendous crash of thunder. 

The thunder and lightning occur at almost the exact time Ellie's hands are moving to the front of James' old jeans. She lets out a small gasp as she feels how incredibly big and hard her daddy is inside his jeans. Desire such as she has never known, fills her young heart as she begins to carefully explore his hardness with her hand.

He wraps his arms around her as his mouth falls on her chest like a hungry lion on a lamb. He expertly dances his tongue across her ripe young nipples making her moan with exquisite pleasure, before pulling back and then showering the entirety of both of her breasts with an increasingly fanatical series of soft kisses.

He alternates kisses, nibbles, and licks all over her delicate little breasts; he is pampering them with such tender loving care as to make poor Ellie squirm all over the bar stool she is still perched on with untold blissful joy.

Finally, pulling back, he smiles at her whispering, "See honey, how much Daddy admires your beautiful little breasts."

"Yes I see that," she replies as she scoots to the edge of the bar stool and wraps her arms around his neck. "Now admire my beautiful face with more kisses Daddy."

They exchange several long fiery kisses as he pulls her up off the bar stool and into his arms. Ellie turns away from him, and leans against the small bar, supporting herself with one arm using the other free hand to rip at his zipper. "Daddy I need you. Inside of me . . . NOW!!" her voice is rough with unabated lust.

He lowers his mouth to Ellie's neck showering it with kiss after kiss as his hands are now roaming around to her front once more, and massaging her pert little breasts.

"Be patient honey. Daddy must warm you up a bit first," he tells her, hardly believing the words that are coming out of his own mouth.

Her one free hand finally has the zipper down. She slips it inside his jeans and begins to rub his tremendous erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. His already raging erection gets even harder as Ellie strokes his cock while his hands stay busy fondling his daughter's tits. 

His mouth is attacking her neck with reckless abandon, finding the exact spot that turns her into jelly. He begins to shower that spot with soft bites and nibbles as her moans become louder and louder still. Her free hand reaches inside and pulls his rock hard cock out of its cage.

"Daddy, please. Put it in me. Take me now. Please, Daddy, I need your big hard cock inside me so bad."

Hearing his daughter beg for his cock nearly causes his heart to stop. Sexual adrenaline courses through his veins. He moves his mouth to her ear, "I will baby. Patience, though." 

His hands slide off her tits, and down to her ass where they unceremoniously rip down her panties before he brings his index finger to his mouth and quickly wets it. Then ever so slowly he pushes it up and inside Ellie's incredibly tight little pussy. She lets out a gasp as his finger enters her, and then another as he begins to slowly move it in and out.

Ellie is very inexperienced at sex. She is not a virgin, allowing, at least, two boyfriends back in the P. I. to go all the way. But the boys were young and inexperienced like her. The whole experience each time, thanks to their clumsy inexperience was over in less than five minutes. Neither of the boys had much knowledge of foreplay, and even less of what it took to please a woman, unlike her daddy.

"Does that feel good baby," he asks her taking a break from assaulting her neck with his vicious passionate kisses.

"Oh God Daddy," is about all she can manage as he reaches around with his other hand and begins to finger her clit. Having her clit paid attention to for the first time cuts off her words.

The triple action of having her clit rubbed, his pussy fingered, and her neck attacked with sweet loving kisses is nearly too much for poor little Ellie. Her knees begin to buckle from the onslaught. James thankfully notices her condition, stops his gentle assault upon her clit, and slips one arm around her belly supporting her while he begins to finger fuck her faster and harder.

Ellie moans loudly again and again, but her moans are lost among the clamor of the storm. Rain is pelting the windows in heavy drops as the storm is picking up in intensity. The lightning and thunder are crashing down with ever increasing frequency and power. It almost seems like Mother Nature wants to make it a threesome as she adds to the surreal nature of what is happening between father and daughter. 

He slips his index finger out of her and begins to work on her swollen clit once more. She turns her face to his, and their lips come together as they begin to kiss with reckless disregard to anything other than their own forbidden carnal cravings. His thumb is now working its magic on her clit as he happily feels his little girl getting so very wet. She is almost ready.

He breaks the kiss off. "You want your daddy inside of you now little girl . . . Are you ready?"

"Yes, Daddy. Put it in me. Please, I need your cock so bad."

He pulls back from her. His hand reluctantly slips away from her pussy. "Spread your legs wider and thrust that cute little ass out for me."

She obeys him, leaning lower against the bar, pushing her ass out, while spreading her legs wider. "That's it." His breath is coming in short gasps while his heart is beating at a frenetic pace, "God baby you have such a gorgeous ass."

And then just as if she concurs, Mother Nature lights up the room with a tremendous flash of lightning, highlighting Ellie's beautiful ass in the dark room for a brief moment. 

Ellie had at some point, after entering the bedroom, had pulled the curtains open to look outside and admire the coming storm, offering now an unknown invitation for Mother Nature to partake, maybe, in this much-forbidden drama that was unfolding inside her daddy's bedroom.

James looks at Ellie. Her legs spread wide. Her pretty purple bra and panties in a heap at her feet; he is savoring the moment of this ultimate act of sin.

"I am going to take my young beautiful daughter!!" He thinks as he eagerly rubs his hands all over her bare ass. The thought, the anticipation of what he is about to do, causes his erection to somehow get harder. He moves in behind her holding his swollen 7-inch cock in his hand.

He begins to rub his cock against her pussy, feeling its wetness, teasing her. "Daddy stop teasing me and put it in, please" she groans softly.

But he is having too much fun teasing her, so instead of doing what she asks he pulls back just enough where the tip of his cock is resting against her moist opening. He moves it in a soft, slow circle against her; he is waiting for just the right moment to thrust forward and penetrate his young nubile daughter.

The small nightstand table lamp, which was the only light on in the nearly dark bedroom, flickers and then goes out. The bedroom is suddenly plunged into total darkness as the power gives way.

James, unable to hold back any longer, at the exact same time the light went out, plunges his hardness up and into her waiting wet pussy. Ellie lets out an anguished cry of sweet passion as he penetrates her, burying his cock up to the hilt inside of her sex.

All this takes place to the crash and clamor of the storm that is rocking and rolling outside the bedroom window. It would seem that Mother Nature herself is applauding his efforts.

He goes slowly at first, being as gentle as possible, wanting to test his limits. It soon becomes like some kind of weird light and sex show as the lightning flashes briefly light up the interior of the bedroom as his thrusts into her become more and more powerful.

The storm gains in intensity as does their lust for each other. James has both of his hands on her hips rocking into his daughter harder and harder as her cries reach a fevered excitement. In between her furious moans she urges him on, "Oh God Daddy. That's it fuck your little girl. Come on please give it to me harder!!" 

He alternates his thrusts into her. First hard, and then harder still, before backing off, and going slow and gentle, and then reverting once again to quick and hard.

He is near as her cries to be fucked is sending him over the edge. Normally he would try to hold out, making sure his partner would come first, but he understands tonight there is no holding back. His orgasm is building to a mighty undeniable climax, just as is the storm outside.

Thankfully, as he once again slows down pumping in and out of her, she is nearly there herself as she says in a harsh whisper, "Daddy I am going to come. Jesus, Pleaseeeeee . . . Don't stop . . . Pleassseeeeeeee!!"

That is all he needs to hear. James, like a sprinter making his final kick as he nears the finish line, begins to fuck his young daughter furiously as the storm tries to match his intensity.

Lightning and thunder are crashing down on the poor house as if it's the very focal point of the storm itself. The bedroom is it lit up with brilliant flashes of lightning, before being plunging back into darkness over and over again.

James is starting to fuck her so hard and fast that he nearly lifts his lithe little daughter off the ground before he collapses against her as the most intense orgasm of his life washes over him.

She is trembling, pinned against the bar under her daddy, as mere seconds before he came, her very first orgasm leaves her breathless. He turns her around to face him, not knowing if he should thank her, or apologize to her.

He reaches out with one hand and strokes her soft face just as it is bathed in glorious light by a flash of lightning. She is crying.

"Oh God baby, Daddy is so sorry. Please don't cry honey."

"Daddy those are tears of joy," she sobs. "That was so intense, so passionate. God, it could not have been better."

James lets out a deep sigh of relief as he leads her over to the bed where they collapse against each other. They snuggle tight under the covers, both content they are safe and sound in each other's arms. Both content they just experienced a memory that would last a lifetime. Meanwhile, the vicious autumn storm, seemingly getting what it came for, is receding with its passion and furor into the background. 



A Storm On the Horizon



Normally, I love a good thunderstorm. This one had been different. The lightning and thunder had seemed exceptionally close, and had kept me up the better part of the night. I watched for hours as the electricity danced in the air. I could almost feel it coursing through me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm was warning of something to come. This was the first night, since I moved into the little ranch house, that I hadn't slept like a baby. I was really happy, living there by myself. I enjoyed the solitude, keeping myself busy with the small repairs that needed doing, and by tending to the animals. 

When I got up that morning I noticed that there were still menacing clouds lurking on the edge of the horizon. There was definitely a threat of another storm. When I went to feed the cattle, I noticed that the count was unusually low. The herd was usually ready for feed in the morning. 

I went into the barn, saddled my horse and went out to find the rest of the herd. It didn't take long to find the problem. There was an old tree that had been hit by lightening, and a large branch had fallen on a section of the fence, knocking it down. The cows were making their way through the downed section of fence. I started rounding them up, and with the help of a rope tied to the saddle horn, managed to pull branches across the opening in the fence to keep the cattle from getting out again.

I headed back to the barn, and picked up the tools that I would need to mend the hole in the fence. As I reached the barn, I took notice that the clouds had moved in. I knew I needed to get that fence fixed fast, before the storm started and the lightening and thunder scared the cattle. I headed out to the broken section of fence as quickly as I could. While riding along on the way, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a rider up on the ridge. I remember thinking that I hoped he had noticed the storm coming, and would be able to find shelter before it hit. 

When I reached the fence, the wind was starting to blow pretty good, and the sky was ominously dark. I quickly set out to mend the broken strand of barbed wire. I was just finishing up when the first fat drops of rain started to fall. I knew that I still had quite a ride to make it back to the ranch, so I pulled my hat down tight, and headed toward home, riding at a full gallop. By the time I reached the trail that lead to the house and barn, the rain was coming in torrents. This was going to be a bad one! 

As I pulled the door to the barn open, I realized that the jeans and cotton work shirt that I was wearing were soaked completely through, clearly outlining my nipples, very hard from the cold. I put my horse in the first stall and removed her saddle, settled her in, and set about getting out of my wet clothes. I pulled off my boots, then the work shirt, and then worked on shinnying out of my tight wet jeans. The best part about living out in the middle of nowhere is that you don't have to worry about being modest. At least that is what I though up until that moment... 

As I pulled off the last leg of my jeans, lightening flashed, lighting up the inside of the barn. I turned and noticed a tall man leaning up against the side of my horse's stall, watching me from under the brim of his hat. I immediately felt the color rise in me. I was so startled that all I could do was gasp. In that brief instant, he crossed the floor of the barn, and in one fluid movement, scooped me up in his arms. "You look like you're in need of some warming up." He drawled. I couldn't see his face because of the lack of light inside the old barn, but there was no mistaking that voice! 

My first instinct to fight was quickly replaced with a nostalgic sense of anticipation. I hadn't seen him in years, and wanted to ask how he had come upon my place, but my teeth were chattering, and it felt warm in his arms, and there would be time for questions later. Right now, there were more interesting things to deal with. 

As he carried me over to the corner of the barn, he gently nuzzled his mouth down around my neck, planting soft kisses here, and playful bites there. When we reached the pile of hay, he lowered us to the ground so that he was sitting cross-legged, and I was straddling him. His mouth moved lower, until he had one nipple firmly in his mouth and began to suck and nibble it. I moaned with pleasure, and pulled his head closer to me, not wanting him to stop. 

"You definitely have an unfair advantage", I said as I started undoing the buttons of his shirt. I ran my fingernails down his chest, and traced the line inside the waistband of his jeans. He made a growling sound deep in his throat, and I felt the muscles in his stomach contract. I undid the button of his jeans, inched the zipper down, and pulled his straining cock from its confines, causing him to catch his breath. It was magnificent. I wanted it...I needed it...I needed him. I was already wet with anticipation. With wanton abandon, I put one hand on each of his shoulders and raised up until I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and lowered myself slowly onto his rock hard shaft. 

I savored each inch of him sliding into me as his hips rose up to meet mine, and he filled me completely. I ground my hips in little circles, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. I pushed him onto his back, seeing, for the first time in years, those beautiful eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, I started fucking him in long deliberate strokes, pulling back until just the head of that wonderful cock was inside me, and sliding back down the length of him until I could go no further. All the while his hips were rocking up to meet mine, impaling me with his manhood. 

We fell into a steady rhythm, his need matching mine. In spite of the cool air in the barn, beads of sweat ran down between my breasts. He reached up and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply and passionately, our tongues mingling, first in his mouth, then in mine. Outside, the lightening flashed, followed by a clap of thunder. 

It didn't take long for my body to respond to this intense stimulation. I felt that once familiar stir that brought the promise of sweet surrender and release. "Oh… God... Baby... you're going to make me cummm..." I gasped between breaths. He moaned in response, letting me know that he was close. In that moment, we became one, joined in a perfect union, my pussy contracting with each thrust, as he shot load after load of hot cum deep inside me. We continued to rock gently together until the last spasms subsided. I fell forward onto his chest, he folded his arms around me, and I felt more content than I could ever remember feeling. 

After a few minutes, I looked up and asked him, "So, what brings you out this way...?"



A Storming Desire



Rick had been outside rolling his windows up on his truck when he heard the phone in his office ringing. He hurried with his task and was able to catch the phone on its fourth ring. 

After he said hello all he could hear was breathing and what sounded like a soft little whimper. He smiled to himself when he checked the caller ID and recognized his home phone. 

It was his girlfriend Becky. 

She'd been staying at his house more and more lately and he had to admit he liked it. He enjoyed having someone to cuddle up to at night and someone to wake up to in the morning. It sure didn't hurt him any that the first thing he saw each day was her gorgeous body and cute face lying next to his. 

Becky wasn't perfect by society's standards but to Rick she was the very definition of woman. She was all curves in all the right places and had this mass of red hair that he just loved to tangle his fingers in whenever possible. He loved to watch her on top of him with her hair falling down over her big breasts and her face full of pleasure. 

Rick was brought back from his visions of Becky naked by a moan from the phone. 

He was about to ask her what he could do for her when outside he heard thunder rumble. It was his answer and he grinned from ear to ear. 

Storms were a big thing for them. The smell of rain and the sound of thunder always made the two of them horny. One look at lightning in the sky and the slightest hint of a distant rumble and Becky's nipples took on a life of their own. Rick's cock would then follow in close pursuit, becoming hard within an instant. 

The storm coming must have already hit his house and the phone call was Becky's way of letting him know he was needed at home. 

Another moan into the phone brought Rick's cock to life.

"I'll be right there baby." He promised her

"Hurry Rick," She begged "I want you to fuck me so bad." 

Rick heard the phone click and go dead. That little tease, he thought to himself as grabbed his keys and locked up. She must really want it to call him at work and get him to leave early. 

Rain started to fall as he slid behind the wheel of his truck and lightning lit up the sky. It was if the bolt targeted his cock and hit it directly. He couldn't remember the last time his dick was so hard. With a quickness he started the truck and headed towards his house. 

By the time Rick pulled his truck into his driveway the storm was in full force. There was no way he'd make it to the house any other way than drenched. This didn't matter because he had no plans on staying dressed long anyway. 

He ran from the truck and into the house. It was dark and quiet inside. Becky didn't have a light on anywhere. Rick knew she'd be upstairs on his bed waiting for him. 

Thunder shook the house as he started to climb the stairs. Stripping out of his clothes along the way, Rick reached the top of the stairs naked. 

Becky could be heard now as he closed in on his room. He came around the corner of the door and stepped into the room. 

It was lit with candles and he realized that maybe the house was dark due to no power. This would make the sex even better. Devouring Becky's body by candlelight was such a treat. The way the light hit her soft skin made her all female and all seductive. 


Rick looked at her in the light and felt the heat from her nakedness head right for his cock. It throbbed with more desire than he thought possible. 

There she was lying on her back with her legs spread. Moans of pleasure filled the room as he watched her insert her favorite vibrator into her pussy. 

He could tell Becky's pussy was soaked by the glistening of her toy in the shimmering light. 

One of her hands was working on her nipple, pinching it hard enough to cause her to arch her back. Rick's urge to take her other nipple deep into his mouth became to strong to resist and he pounced on her with an animal like growl. 

Becky forgot about her toy long enough to weave her fingers in his hair and hold him as he sucked on her nipple. 

Her back arched and her hips humped air as Rick's teeth caught her nipple and tugged hard on it. 

With his free hand he reached between them and guided Becky's abandoned vibrator out of her pussy and up over her clit. 

As lightning filled the room she cried out loud and begged to be fucked. 

Although Rick really wanted to take his time on her and pay her back for teasing him, his dick was screaming for release. 

Making sure to touch over her clit once again, Rick slowly pulled her toy out and slid his body between her legs.

Instantly Becky's legs went around him as she tried to pull him to her. Rick bent her knees back towards her chest exposing her pussy to his shaft. She was opened wide for him and dripping with want. 

Wasting no time Rick penetrated her hard, fast and deep. 

"Oh God yes, Fuck me" She cried out between breaths

Each thrust brought her off the bed. Her cries of pleasure mingled with the thunder outside and in the light he saw Becky start to lose the last of her control. 

Her body arched, bringing her nipples with reach again and he couldn't help but latch on to them once more. It was her undoing. Her pussy tightened around his pulsating cock as it probed her wetness over and over again. 

Rick reached for the headboard behind her and used it to pull himself even deeper as he fucked her harder. 

"Take it," He ordered her "Take my cock and tell me how much you want it."

Becky's head tossed left to right. Her hair was all over. Her tits were bouncing under him. 

"I want it," She screamed "I want it so bad. Make me cum baby." 

Rick let go of the head board with one hand and reached down to find her clit. He rubbed over it once and her body jerked. He rubbed over it twice and she came. Her body giving in to the heat as her pussy clinched his dick. 

It was more than he could handle. He came as hard as she did, filling her deep with his seed. One final thrust sent him collapsing on her gasping for air. 

Becky's body trembled with aftershocks as they came off their high. The rain was still pouring; the thunder was still rolling all around them. 

Rick moved beside her and swept her hair from her face. When her eyes met his, he smiled.

"Hi Honey, I'm home." He chuckled

"Mmm," She moaned "Welcome home baby."

Becky wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly before whispering her love for him in his ear. Rick leaned in close and whispered back his plans for the rest of the night as his finger circled her nipple slowly.



A Storm's Eye



"And the State Patrol has issued a severe storm warning, if you do not absolutely have to go out, do not go out. Many roads and bridges will soon be impassable, or out all together," was the radio's warning.

"No shit Sherlock," thought Dee as she rounded the rain soaked corner and hit yet another deep standing puddle of water. "Now you tell us!!" she said out loud in disgust. As usual she had stayed late at her office, oblivious to the world outside her 42nd floor cave of stainless steel, oak, "newblend" carpet fiber, and glass. Now she knew everything and more about her field, but normal day-to-day stuff, the goings on of people, their world and weather was not one of her strong suits, and that included her own life outside of work.

Dee was proud of her company; she had worked very hard to make it one of the most profitable, and prominent travel agencies in the city. She made it a point to know her clients, to get inside them, to hear what they didn't actually say, to find the perfect spot for their vacations. It was quite an uncanny ability she had to read other people like that, a shame she could not read herself in the same way.

Once again, she was on her way, alone, to the apartment she lived in, alone. She was quite attractive, perhaps a little to hard looking for most, but underneath that put-on business face was a soft, serene, attractive woman, especially when she let herself smile, her whole self, but that had not been happening much as of late, the travel industry being in the decline it had fallen into.

As she turned yet another deep water corner, her windshield wipers were not able to keep up with the amount of rain even on their highest setting, which made it impossible to see what she was about to drive into, until it was too late. Evidently something had covered the culvert, and none of the water had a chance to escape. This mixed with a deep dip in the road, caused Dee's car to flood and then stall as it headed into almost three feet of standing water. The water was so high, she had to roll a window down and climb out, as the weight of the water was too much against the doors of her low slung sports car. As she slipped out of the window, she let her high heels fall off, and jumped into the water to half walk, and half swim to the sidewalk, and hopefully some sort of safety.

As she stepped up onto the curb, she could see a light on through one of the doors of the businesses along this, one of the seedier streets of the town. She couldn't worry about that tonight, and pressed on to walk towards the light and hopefully the warmth.

The door clinked a bell as it opened, and had a spring-loaded hinge that slammed it shut behind her with a load FWAP! In her state of distress, Dee was startled at this and turned to look at the cause of the sound. In so doing she missed the obvious nature of the business she had just entered, so as she turned around again, a small gasp escaped her involuntarily.

"I didn't reckon the likes a you had ever been in here ma'am." Was the semi literate greeting from the skinny, smarmy less than tooth full man behind the counter. His leers at her made her wonder if perhaps she was safer out in the monsoon.

"Look, there is a horrible storm out there, I just flooded my car in about 3 feet of water, I am tired, wet, cold, and angry, cant you just be a gentleman and offer me your phone?"

"Caint do that ma'am."

"What!! Why not?"

"Phone's been out for hours ma'am."

"Well, can I at least get some dry clothes?"

"Well, ma'am, I will be happy to oblige you. As you can see, my store doesn't offer much in the line of fine clothes like the duds you got on, but I can find you something to wear while we dry off yours." The proprietor found a black, thin silk robe, and handed it to Dee. She looked at it in disdain, but thought since it had a tie around it, she felt she should be relatively safe.

"Where are your dressing rooms?"

"We don't rightly have those, but you can use one of those booths back there, t'aint nobody here ceptn for us, and I wont bother ya."

::To late, thought Dee, you already have::

Dee turned around, and started towards where he had pointed. So this was an adult bookstore she thought to herself. How repulsive she thought to herself haughtily. How could men get aroused at this fake, trumped up stuff? As she walked towards the booths, she passed all sorts of books, magazines and videos, depicting just about every form of depravity known and unknown to her. Then, on the other side of the wall were all sorts of hideous sex toys. Huge rubber or plastic dildos that she could not imagine fitting into anyone, were garishly displayed. Ones that were electric, ones that had a bulb to squeeze out your "own hot milky cum". Curved ones, straight ones, ribbed (for her pleasure) ones, skinny ones, fat ones, my oh my, they just seemed to go on for ever, every size, color, shape, and texture. She let her imagination go just a bit as she walked by this hedonistic display, until she came to the ones that fit into a harness sort of affair. She turned around to look, and the little man had returned his attention to his little tv. She reached her hand out to grab the box for one of the strap on types, so she could get a closer look.

As she brought the box to within her eyesight, she felt a little twinge between her legs, with an almost automatic little spread of her legs, as she felt an unwanted fire of desire build from within. There on the cover of the box, in a glossy high quality picture was a woman, standing with the strap on installed on her, so as she stood, she had her own proud, hardon, pointing towards another woman and a man, who were both smiling, and in various stages of disrobing.

In Dee's state, she could visualize herself standing there with that stiff cock, feeling her power as her awaiting subjects eagerly begged for her to plug them with her mighty tool. She caught herself in an evil grin, uncertain of these new feelings, but did not replace the box, and went into the nearest booth to change out of her soaked clothes.

As she took off everything, and stood before the blank video screen, she decided to try on the strap on, just for fun. She took it out of the box, and ran her fingers and hands over the wonderful feel of it, read the instructions, hooked up the harness, loved the way they made it so part of the harness had a little hard nubbin right where her clitoris was, so that as she cinched up the harness, it started to arouse her even more, and she could only imagine how it would feel as she was violating a wanton love partner.

She stood and admired the reflection of herself in the blank screen, and then threw the robe over her, cinched it up, and once again, admired her hardon visible through the thin material. She took all her wet clothes with her, so she could leave them close to the heater to dry, and then continued her exploration of this curiosity shoppe of sexual delight (amazing what a strap on can do to one's perception).

She came to the counter with the oils and fragrances. She took each display bottle, opened them to sample the fragrance and the feel. She smiled at the way some of them made her skin feel, soft, yet alive with a tingling that was not all together unpleasant. She snuck another look over at the proprietor; happy to see he was still engrossed in whatever was on the little tv behind the counter.

Glad to see she could feel alone, she took the one that smelled and felt the best, put some on her hand, and snuck it under the opening of her silken robe. As her hand caressed one breast with the fragrant oil, she could feel her nipple harden at her touch, and that wonderful moistness begin to flow to ready her pussy. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations immensely. 

She pulled her hand out, to refill it with the magical oil, and once again slipped it under her robe, to now anoint her other breast, nipple already hardened in anticipation. As she caressed her other breast, the full effect of the oil was beginning to warm her first one, and the pleasure was mounting. Now, with both breasts fully oiled, her hand could roam between the two, to keep them in equal state of arousal.

Her pussy was now soaking with the anticipatory want for caresses. She pulled out her hand, spilled a larger amount of the oil into her hand, and slipped it back into her robe, which was now starting to open wider as her caresses became more intense. She finally reached her soaked pussy, and began rubbing herself, and the part of the harness that pushed against her clit. She found that she wanted to oil her "hardon" and did so with vigor, for the stronger she pumped herself, the more and harder contact that now oiled nubbin exerted on her clit.

Oblivious to everything now, she opened her robe all the way, so she could use both hands to please herself. She smiled and thought how strange it was that she had not done this for so long. "I cant let the business stop me from this again" she thought in her now almost fully aroused state. But there was something missing, and she knew what it was, she wanted herself to be filled. She went back to the dildo rack, and pulled down the most formidable looking one, with the gnarled veins and thick shaft. She took it out of its wrapper, and walked back over to get her magic oil. She poured a copious amount of the oil all over the massive tool, and loved the feeling of it in her hands. Feeling the dildo was ready, she finished the oil in her hands by rubbing it into her already wet hole. Bracing herself against the counter, she spread her legs as wide as they would go and started the tip of this huge psuedo penis into her waiting lips. She enjoyed just teasing herself for a bit, but could not hold back much longer. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and with both hands holding the massive tool, pushed hard, and with one stiff push, got the full feeling she wanted, as the dildo slipped inside her, relatively easily, up to a point. She just played with it there for a while, in and out, and her moans matching the self induced thrusts. 

"OH GOD!!" cried Dee, as she increased force, speed and depth of the tool's journey into her center. She got it to the point she could handle it with one hand, and stroke her hardon to manipulate her clit with the other. She felt the counter moving a bit as she pushed harder against it as her orgasm started from deep within. She didn't care anymore, and just kept bucking back against it, pushing it with each of her thrusts, her moans drowning out the sound of the sliding case. Although so little aware of the man at the front, between two almost slits for eyes, she could see him still glued to his little tv, and with that realization, brought herself to her brink, and then in a marvelous and powerful flow, let her orgasm shake her to her very core, as she let it run throughout her body, thrusting and stroking all the while, until the pinnacle was reached, and she lay back against the counter so much, she slid slowly down to the floor, her legs wide open, her sopping pussy filled with the huge dildo.

After she regained some of her senses, she stood up, removed the dildo from her, and pulled the robe to surround her and cover her once again.

"You gonna buy that stuff you know," came snide remark from the little man.

"What stuff?" asked Dee innocently.

"That strapon, the mr big, and that bottle of oil."

::How the hell?::: thought Dee, as she began to walk over to the counter. As she got near enough to see, she realized….. The little tv was a closed circuit of the shop, with a control panel for different cameras. She realized she had just put on one hell of a show for this guber. His leer only accentuated her thought, and when she was close enough to his counter, she could see he had been whacking off at her show, his prick in his hand, and his pants down to his ankles. 

"So, you liked my little show did you?"

"Oh yes ma'am, you's some fine looking woman, and you got yourself some high sexual energy there."

Dee smiled, and thought a bit, but then went ahead, "why don't you come over here, so you're not just jerkin off, perhaps I could help you with that."

It didn't take him long, one exaggerated leap, as if going over a wall, and he was standing right in front of her, grinning with those few teeth he had left.

"First, I think I need to get you ready", she said, and pulled him by his rigid cock, him following like a blind man. He was just so happy to feel her oiled hands on his dick, that hadn't felt a woman's touch in longer than he admitted, even to himself. Due to this, he did not know or care where she was leading him. That is until it was too late!

As she reached the handcuff display, she noticed his eyes would close as she stroked his shaft, so to keep them closed, that is what she did, until she could jockey them around to the point she could cuff him to the display wall.

"Hey, what the?" he mumbled, but by then it was too late. Dee's plan was in full swing. The cuffs were on a slotted display rack, so she could move them down, causing the little man's butt to stick up in the air as he was bent over.

He began to see his predicament, especially when her hand was removed from his hard cock, "hey, I aint no fairy, I don't do that kinda shit," he said roughly.

"I know you aren't a fairy, but I also know what you are, and right now, you are my bitch!!, now shut up, and take this fucking like you want it, or it'll get much worse for you."

At least she was a little decent, as she dribbled a little of the oil so it dropped into his crack. She wasn't about to touch the man, but she would at least drop some lubrication there. He was now almost whining, as he felt her hands steady herself on his side, and then, he felt the tip of her strap on, as it knocked on his cherry butt hole. He tried in vain, to push or pull away, but there was just nowhere to go.

As she slipped the tip of her hardon into his virgin butt, he screamed, and she loved it, throwing her robe all the way off, and letting her body radiate in its sexual glory. She loved being able to see herself in the mirrored walls, and began her thrusts into his sore hole in earnest now. His movements were still that of pain, and Dee remembered all those times, those idiots she had been with, had been so damn horny, they couldn't understand she needed some foreplay, to moisten herself enough to enjoy a good fuck. They got so excited, and so damn selfish, they would thrust their little peckers into her dryness and before she could even say anything, they had spewed their meager cum juice, and would leave. That was a long time ago she thought, and that was then, and this is "NOW"!! she screamed as she totally rammed herself home into his now very irritated ass.

Dee was just about to cum herself, as the power of fucking this little man; mixed with the clitoral stimulation of the harness was taking her right to that beautiful edge again. She could feel her orgasm starting once again, from deep within her core, and readied herself for its power.

But then the lights went out, or something. She knew she had thrust her head back in exhilarated ecstasy, but the next thing she knew it was dark, and there was a pressure against her forehead.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, you slut?" came the deep voice from behind her, and a little above her, signifying a man of some height. It was then she realized there was some sort of blindfold around her head, blocking her eyes. She slowed down, a bit pissed off that her luscious orgasm had been interrupted. "The little worm had it coming," she retorted, with as much bravado she could muster in her blindfolded state. 

"So you think people have that comin do you?" was the baritone reply. "Well, missy, two can play your game, and it will be funny to see the power switch." To accentuate that word, she felt a sharp pain and heard a loud crack as something had cracked across her naked butt cheeks.

She fought back tears, even knowing they would not be seen through the blindfold, but could not fight back at the strong arms that took hold of her, and began to drag her away. She tried valiantly to resist, but there was just no way, the mystery man was way too big and strong. So, she just let herself go limp, to try that way of fighting back.

This too was in vain, for his strength easily moved her with and without her help. She felt herself be dragged quite a while, and even had the sense of a doorway, as she thought she brushed a door jam with her dragging feet. Then, she felt herself being turned around, and pushed roughly into something that was like a chair, but had little separate parts for her arms and legs. She felt first her hands, and then her ankles being fastened with something cold like steel clamps, and realized she was totally at this mystery man's control. She could feel the fear creep up through her body, but also, a secret kind of pleasure, excitement.

"So you like my store and its toys do you?" asked her unknown master.

She felt no need to answer him. 

"Well, we shall see how you like it back here, in my private little club. Usually one has to be invited here, by special arrangement, but you, you have forced the issue."

With this, she felt her legs being spread, as the contraption had some kind of wench, that when turned, spread her legs, and dropped her back. As this stopped, she felt totally vulnerable, and worried, for she did not hear anything for a bit. Then there was the distinct sound of a match being struck, and that telltale smell of sulfur. She could hear her captor moving towards her, and tried in vain to shrink back from his ensuing presence. As she felt and heard him approach, the sulfur smell had been replaced by the distinctive smell of scented candle wax.

"So, you said you were cold didn't you?" she heard and then screamed as a hot drop of melted wax landed directly on her still erect nipples, one at a time. Her back arched in the pain, but yet, there was still that hint of excitement, blindfolded, tied up, helpless, and totally at the mercy of this strong man.

"Stop that!" she screamed in vain, "that hurts!"

"Of course it does, but you know you love it."

::How does he know that?:: thought Dee.

By now the drops of hot wax were landing all over her bare chest, each one sending shooting pain through her body, with the slow, unsteady pace not allowing her to sense when the next drop would occur, keeping her off balance. 

She moaned in pleasure and in pain, that strange mix of the two, as the candle drops made a pathway down her chest, starting at that sensitive point right between her breasts and following down her chest. As she felt the drops burn, and then simply warm, she sensed that as the drops moved away from her breasts, she wanted to feel them again there. She dared not speak, and even less, ask for something she wanted, as she sensed this would do her no good at all. By pretending to fight each drop, and to recoil from its pain, she was able to play into what her "master' wanted, thus pleasing him, making him continue as he was, instead of finding some other way to torment her.

As the drops started hitting the top of her stomach and moving down, she readied herself for the heat she knew her naval would soon feel. Yes with her perfect "innie" she knew it would be a target he would want to attempt. She forced out a scream as the first drop hit directly into the center of her navel, sending shock waves all throughout her body. She could feel herself beginning to get moist in her pussy again, and felt glad he had not taken off the strap on she had put on herself. She giggled to herself how silly she must look, strapped to this chair at the mercy of this maniac with the candle, and a plastic hardon sticking straight up into the air. Of course what was not silly, was the fact that every one of her struggles against her shackles, waved this plastic dick around, thus stimulating her now wanton clit, and bringing her closer to another crashing orgasm. 




A Storm's Eye



She dared not let this giggle, or her impending climax come to the man's attention, however, for she did not think he was at a place where a sense of humor was foremost on his mind nor was her pleasure. So many emotions, feelings, thoughts, desires, passions, and hidden fantasies were running through her own mind at a million miles an hour, all bouncing into each other, like an overcrowded bumper car track. As the candle drops began moving south again on her body, she sensed movement at her feet, and a wisp of feminine perfume. "Yes, that's it, I need your help, both of you, get that thing off of her, I want her to feel the real power of this game."

With that, she could feel two sets of smaller, very soft hands upon her inner thighs, working their way up to the strap on's harness. She could feel one set of hands moving up to touch her newly found penis, and those hands began to stroke her, softly at first, but building in tempo and pressure as the wax drops came closer and closer to her pubic area. Finally, she sensed a mouth, and heard the tell tale slurps of a good cock sucking, and she knew she was being given a top rate blow job, and she was angry she could not watch this, even though the pressure of this was creating such beautiful sensations in her clit. Then, her harness undone, her "manhood" was stripped from her, leaving her now bare pussy at her captor's disposal. 

Glad she had not shaved her pubic hair recently, she felt the wax drops hitting her pubic hair, and sticking to it, thus not hitting her very sensitive skin there.

"Ok, now, spread apart her lips, and tease that clit of hers, I want to see that little man standing in the boat, so I can drop one of these bombs on him, to really send her into the next world." She felt the two sets of soft hands spreading apart her now soaking lips, and manipulate her clit like it had never been, and when she felt the warm sweet breath of one of these unseen beauties as her mouth moved closer to its target Dee could not contain herself any longer and let go a very loud and long "Yes" as her orgasm hit full strength. She wondered if this was the "next world" he had spoken of, and she liked it. Her captor laughed, an evil sounding laugh, and said, "You wont be saying yes for long now slut."

Dee's anger flushed her face again, but being clamped at every arm and leg, there was little she could do, other than succumb to the wonderful attention this unseen woman was giving her now erect clitoris. She felt the nimble fingers spread her lips wide and just then, the first jolt of fire hit her, as the candle drop of hot wax landed directly on the tip of her elongated clitoris, at its height of arousal. This was almost more than Dee could take, and she felt herself almost black out from the intensity of the pain and the pleasure. She felt another, and yet another, drop, all hitting their exact targets. Now the pain was taking over, and for the first time Dee was really beginning to get scared, wondering what the hell kind of place she had stumbled into. Just then, she felt one of the pair of hands leave her body, and then their warmth again, only this time, just hovering above her pelvic region without touching her. The next drop of hot wax hit her, sending those scorching, searing pains through her again, yet this time, right after the hot wax, she felt the hands hovering over her, now fall down to her sore vaginal area, with soothing drops of cool water, and she reveled in its gentle comfort until she realized it was just the melted part of an ice cube, for the ice cube was now thrust firmly upon her, squishing her engorged clit, in its freezing heat.

Once again, her body jerked uncontrollably, but this motion only made the ice cube's pressure even fuller against her. The hot wax drops, and then touches with the ice cube were now being alternated, and at an increasing speed. She heard herself moaning again, and was actually surprised by her own sounds, as if they emanated from another source, other than herself. The moans were almost primitive, animalistic, uttered with such a deep sense of pleasure. Dee let loose completely, to another, even fuller and deeper orgasm.

"By jove, I do believe she is beginning to get it." Was the "master's" chiding response to this new part of her. And with this, he pushed an ice cube all the way up her gapping vagina, and followed it with the opposite end of the still burning candle, and she could hear him walk away from her.

"Clean her up you two, she will soon be ready for her next lesson." Dee heard him say as he walked away from her. The two girls were gentle with her, as they removed the now cooled drops of wax ever so gently from her pussy, removed the candle and ice cube from it as well. Then they cleaned up all the wax from the rest of her exposed body, and massaged a very soothing, fragrant lotion all over her body, their hands languishing with caress at her most tender spots. After fully anointing her, they removed the restraints from her arms and legs, the blindfold from her face and helped her to stand on legs made shaky by the number and intensity of all her orgasms. It was then she heard the thunderous applause, and as the blindfold slowly fell away from her eyes, she could see what she had first thought was only a mirrored wall, was actually a two way mirrored wall, and the wall was split in half, with each part sliding away from the middle like the curtains at the theater, and sitting behind this was a very large group of people, in various stages of formal dress and undress, all standing and applauding her "master" as he waived his hand towards her.

"Take a bow good woman, you are by far the best show we have had here."

Dee seethed with anger and embarrassment, even as she fought to get through the contentedness from all the wonderful orgasms this night had brought her.

"I will get you for this you bastard" she cried, and the audience clapped and cheered even more, in anticipation of this next show. 



A Stormy Affair



It was a rainy summer's evening in New Orleans. The rain was heavy, drenching all that was beneath in but a few seconds. Thunder rolled up above, and lightning danced across the sky, lighting the world in fitful, ecstatic bursts, and occasionally a gust of wind would toss a flurry of leaves into the air. In short, it was a beautiful night. At least I thought so. The downpour came after a hot and muggy day...one of those days you can actually see the clouds forming...in fact now, you could see the occasional wisp of steam rolling along cobblestone pavements, as well as coming down off the roofs. The water came down in thick sheets, the brief gusts of wind making umbrellas and other shelters all but useless. It didn't stop people from trying though, much to my amusement. Men ran by with soggy newspapers or with briefcases above their heads as a semblance of protection. Almost everyone scowled at me as I walked along the sidewalks, seemingly against the hurrying, dodging crowd. I was in heaven. I loved this weather, I couldn't understand why others ran from it. My T-shirt clung to my tall, wiry frame, as did my jeans, and my light brown hair was plastered to my head (looking much darker because wet), but I wouldn't have had it any other way. My glasses had small droplets covering them, but I didn't mind as the water ran off them as quickly as it poured down. The clowns who ran by me somehow seemed aggravated that I didn't seek shelter like the rest of them. But even if I hadn't liked the weather, I would not have been hiding under any newspapers. The damage was done (if you called it that) with the first sky burst. What would a newspaper do? Watching their antics was almost as amusing as the weather was invigorating. I hopped a little as I headed down the street, and twirled a bit as I looked up, and opened my mouth to taste the rain. If there was any acid coming through, I couldn't taste it, rain always tasted clean to me, better than any bottled water. 

I had no particular destination in mind when I left the coffee shop, I simply had known that exposed to the elements was where I wanted to be. I wanted to feel the rain, and the chill of an occasional gust of wind. I even enjoyed the occasional wet slap of a leaf tossed at my face by the wind. If I could have whistled, I would have. However, overly wet lips don't tend to whistle. Humming, however, was fair game.

The park proved to be my destination, and for a moment I could see why, possibly, others might be uneasy and frightened by weather like this. The darkness of the woods was most definitely uninviting, if it weren't for the occasional flash of lightning, the shadows might have made me avoid it. I wandered in, and was slapped by a sudden gust of wind, seemingly funnelled through the trees...I shivered involuntarily a moment, and seriously considered simply turning back the way I came...but then, suddenly, a following wind came through, and seemed almost to caress me, rather than buffet. I stood there a moment, wondering if it was my imagination...in the breeze I had caught a whiff of jasmine, or lilac. Storms always energised me, filled me with a portion of the energy which whipped the clouds about, or persuaded them to give us light-shows. However, in that moment, I felt that a more potent magic was at work, drawing me on...

The darkness lit often with flashes of lightning, and thunder rolled above. I marvelled at the shadows, eerie and dancing in the intermittent light, and was glad of my choice. The statues in the park seemed alive, as did the trees. Eyes appeared and disappeared, the lightning revealing occasionally the sources, a bedraggled and wet owl, a crow, a raccoon or skunk. Despite the rainy weather, I saw more animals than on a sunny day, and I wondered what kept them out, when most would be more happy in a hole somewhere...they seemed almost to be keeping a vigil.

That was when I saw her, a blue silhouette, at first, twirling up ahead in the distance. I blinked, wondering if I'd seen anything at all as she slipped behind a tree and disappeared. Then I saw the apparition again. It was a woman, without mistake. Her curves were perfect, and she moved with cat-like suppleness. She was without a doubt the most ravishing creature I'd ever seen. I found myself moving to the nearest statue, a large rendition of a Greek muse, not because I necessarily wished to be unseen, but rather because my knees had gone weak. She appeared human, but on this night, I felt certain she couldn't be. She was a goddess, and I was rapt, completely enchanted. Like Actaeon, I was unable to look away, certain that I was a doomed man for interloping in Diana's grove.

 She was a goddess in my eyes, to be sure. Her skin was a soft golden bronze, and her eyes a bewitching dark brown, almost black in the flash of lightning that lit her dancing form. Her hair was plastered to her back, as she moved, dark chestnut brown, and the blue I had seen was her sundress, plastered too, like a second skin. She strutted, danced softly, and sensually, occasionally pirouetting as a roll of thunder echoed overhead... her nipples, hard from the chill but still comfortable rain, jutted out as if daring anyone to look, or perhaps, daring anyone to look away. Her eyes slanted slightly, making me wonder if perhaps indeed I had found an elf or a nymph of the forest... Her ears were covered by dark strands of soaked hair, so I could not see if they were pointed, but she seemed entirely too much a magical being for me to seek out a mundane explanation. Her lips were soft and full, and I licked the rain from my lips, wishing nothing more than to taste them, knowing they'd quench my current thirst better than any liquid, even this sweet rain.

Her dance became slow and sensual, and her exotic eyes closed as she tilted her head up to the cloudy night sky, letting the rain fall into her open lips, laughing like a child. There was nothing childlike about her body, or her actions however, save perhaps a sense of innocence, of acting on pure impulse. As she had danced, her sundress had ridden up her thighs, almost to the point of leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hands wandered down as she twirled, and gripped the bunched material, and pulled slowly up as she danced and twirled...I saw the milky skin of her buttocks, the smooth pink of her pussy, shaved clean to my surprise, and then the roundness of her hips, the curves of her belly... Her breasts were not large, but firm and perfectly formed, and her nipples as hard and turgid as pencil erasers. She danced without a care, singing softly to herself in a language I did not know. 

Her hands wandered her body, as she moved, almost as if washing herself clean, but more slowly and sensually. Her hands soon began to focus their attention on her breasts, and her voice took on a husky undertone as it sang...her fingers rolled over her nipples, hard and erect, squeezing them and teasing them. Her song was broken by a loud moan, and her dance began to slow, as she began to move towards the same statue I hid behind, her eyes half-lidded and oblivious to everything but her own pleasure. She turned and leaned back against the statue, as if her knees had gone weak. Her hands moved from her breasts, down her stomach, to the bare mound below, and I could no longer see what she did from my angle...I could hear her soft moans, her cries of self-pleasure, and knew I couldn't resist much longer...in fact no longer.

She moaned continuously, as her fingers worked her clit faster and faster...fascinated, I watched her, looking down at her pussy, soaking wet, liquid oozing down her leg, obviously not water, though water streamed down her body, at her fingers pumping wetly into her sopping cunt, then up at her face, twisted into a grimace of sensual pleasure, as she began to whisper..."OOooh, fuck me....yeah....oh god baby...oh fuck me hard....yeah...oh yeah....oooooh..." I moaned and slipped my hand behind her head, and pulled her to me, crushing her lips to mine, tongue invading her mouth...She responded immediately, a sharp cry of animal lust escaping her lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, and wandering hungrily...then she stiffened, and I saw her, looking frightened, into my eyes...lips still against mine, but her fingers having stopped in her wet pussy. Bewildered, she whimpered...pulling away and asking..."Who....how?" I kissed her lips very softly, and whispered softly..."I won't hurt you...I only want to worship a goddess..." My hand slid to her breast, and I pinched her nipple softly, and her reaction surprised me in its' ardour. She collapsed against me, a cry of pleasure escaping at my touch, and her lips crushed mine, her leg sliding around my thigh, pulling herself tight against me. My fingers squeezed her nipples again, and I felt the hand that had been previously masturbating furiously, locking in a grip on my wet T-shirt. Her other hand gripped the back of my neck as she kissed me, long fingernails digging into my skin... I began to roll her nipples, and tug at them, and her head tilted back, and she cried out loudly, her hips beginning to grind furiously against my thigh. I could feel a sudden warmth gushing over my thigh, as her cries became sharp, her breath staccato, and she shook, and shook, and shook...

Panting, she finally released me, and looked into my lust filled eyes..."You...you were watching..." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I nodded dumbly ..."Tell me that again..." she purred, looking at me, expectantly...she bit her lip, almost shyly, and I had no idea what she meant, but it didn't matter, the words she wanted to hear were spilling from my lips already. "A goddess... Oh god...my goddess, I want to worship a goddess...." As if I had buckled beneath a great weight, my knees hit the ground, and my lips found her pussy, hungrily, devotedly. In her surprise at the sudden assault, she gasped and tried to pull away, gripping my hair and trying to detach me, but soon found herself bucking in time with my thrusting tongue, and she cried out again and again, until I felt a fresh flood of warmth against my already wet face, and my tongue savoured the salty sweet musk of her juices...      I moaned and continued lapping, loving the taste of her, finding in her pussy a personal heaven, until she growled, a desperate, low sound of animal lust, and she gripped my hair and pulled hard, pulling me from the warmth of her slit, and pushing me roughly back, so I fell hard, my back in the mud... She stood over me, glaring at me, and in a momentary flash of lightning looked like an avenging spirit...I was almost frightened, till she half whispered, half growled "My turn..." and was suddenly straddling me, fumbling desperately at my belt, as she kissed me deeply... I almost tore my T-shirt off in my haste to remove it, as she tugged furiously at my belt, tossing it behind her as it whipped free, then fumbling with my buttons and zipper...I reached to help but she slapped my hands away, and pushed me onto my back once more... I gasped aloud as my cock burst free...and looked at her somewhat embarrassed at the white go that stained my boxers...I had cum already...but she simply laughed throatily, appreciatively, and gripped my cock tightly, giving me a look that told me not to dare move...I didn't, and don't think I could have, as her mouth engulfed my cock, sliding deep down the shaft, tongue moving against the sensitive underside of my throbbing member, her cheeks pushing inward as she began to suck...her lips slid slowly up my cock, as she sucked gently...and I moaned loudly. Her mouth released my rock hard cock with a loud pop, and she licked her lips, catching a string of precum that dribbled at the edge of her mouth. 

She looked at me with unbelievable hunger, and resumed in earnest, her mouth claiming my cock, her small hands encircling it, and pumping in tandem with her mouth, up and down my shaft...I couldn't tell from the angle I was at, and because my head thrashed back and forth as I cried out in pleasure, but I believe her fingers once again worked her pussy... She moaned loudly over my cock occasionally, giving moaning whimpers, as she sucked and licked, finally sliding her lips down to the root of my cock, and I felt her throat open to accommodate me...That was enough for me, right there...and I moaned loudly. “ Oh god...oh baby...oh goddess...I'm about to...oooh, OOOH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" She pulled back a bit, but kept me in her mouth, swallowing furiously, as I exploded again and again... and then she licked her way over my cock, lapping every spare drop, rubbing my wet cock, hot and hard, over her lips, against her cheek, and into her mouth again. I collapsed, gasping for breath... as she groaned burying her face in my pubic hair, kissing, and caressing my balls softly...   I lay there a few moments, as did she, smiling up at me, a somehow shy, yet completely wanton smile... at first I thought she was as relaxed, spent as I was, and that the smile was one of satisfaction, but the manner she began to kiss and nuzzle my cock as she rested below was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, and when I looked at her again, it was obvious she knew it. She stroked and fondled, kissed, and sucked at the tip until I was hard once again, then she moved, pulling away from me... I reached for her, but she was quick...she stood, and began backing away from me, beckoning me with a finger, her other hand sliding along her breasts, as she swayed, and danced slowly again...I laughed, and kicked off my pants, the rest of the way, and began to follow. My mouth went dry, as she turned away, and showed her luscious, milky white ass, and bent, then slid to all fours, ass in the air, one forearm in half submerged in muddy water, her toes and knees covered too. Her other arm, other hand, slid underneath, and she spread her pussy lips, looking at me with a pleading, sensual stare. 

I moved behind her, wrapped my arm around her, and pressed the head of my cock against her slit... She moaned, and pressed back, but I held her still..."My goddess," I whispered "Tell me your name...so I can worship you forever..." She looked at me, and I saw more than simple lust. She smiled...and in a quavering voice replied. "Heather..." I pushed my cock halfway inside her... "I'm Kai, Heather...I want to do this again..." I thrust inside her..."and again..." pausing, I whispered, bending up and over her a bit to kiss her neck, and whispered..."not just tonight..." She shivered and let out a low moan... and I began to move inside her, thrusting...whispering softly..."Heather...my goddess...oh my sweet goddess..." She began to cry out loudly, and my name flew from her lips...and I knew that this rain swept park clearing was witness to something special...the joining of two souls in rapture. 



A Stormy Flight and Perfect Landing



Author's note: I forgot to recognize Angel Love for the editing of my last story and she did it for this one also. Sorry Angel, I never meant to snub the better half of this team.

I was surprised when they announced that USAir flight 153 from Tampa to DC was boarding. Looking east through the terminal window, I could see huge black clouds and an occasional bolt of lighting. The gate agent asked that we board quickly, stow our bags and get seated in order to beat the storm.

I wasn't looking forward to the flight. Because my Tampa meeting had lasted an extra four hours, I had to cancel my early afternoon flight and rebook. I lost my first class seat and was stuck in coach.

I had just cracked open a Steven King novel, when someone said, "Excuse us, we're in with you."

I looked up to see two women. They were both very attractive and in their late 20's or early 30's. I stood from my isle seat and let them climb into their seats. The first to pass into our row was a cute redhead. She was a short 5'1" and sported a few extra pounds, most in her mammoth DD-Cup tits. I noticed she had a curvy figure, cute ass and short semi-plump thighs were exposed below a jean skirt.

Her travel companion was a brunette. She had almond eyes, big lips and a thin body. She was braless and the nipples of her A-Cup breast poked through her tan tee-shirt. She also had a sexy ass and her thin legs stretched beneath a pair of mid-thigh length shorts.

As the girls settled in, we exchanged quick pleasantries and I went back to my book. The airline crew worked fast to get everyone seated, they gave their safety instructions and we were on our way. Almost.

As we taxied to the runway a ferocious storm rolled in and the airport shut down. The pilot came on the intercom and explained that the ground crews were not allowed outside while there's lightning in the area. The air control manager had ordered all planes to park on the taxiway and take-offs would resume when the storm passed.

I rolled my eyes at my neighbors and asked if they were connecting through DC. "We're going to a friend's wedding in Albany," the redhead answered. "We have a seventy minute layover. Do you think we'll make our connection?"

"I'm heading to Pittsburgh and have a ninety minute wait. We'll see."

The plane took off three hours late. As we were allowed to use our cell phones during the wait, I called my travel agent and found out that USAir had rebooked me on a 6:40am flight to Pittsburgh the next morning. My seat mates had been booked on a 7:00 a.m. flight to their destination. After considerable trouble, my agent was able to reserve a room at the airport Hyatt. I was a bit upset, as the cost was $429.00. But, at least I had a room.

During the three hour wait and the two-hour flight, I got to know both Becky, the pudgy redhead and Carla, the thin brunette. They grew up in the same small Florida town, had graduated high school together and still lived within twenty minutes of each other. They were best friends. Both girls were married and each had one young child. 

They were from lower-middle-class families and admitted having to save for a year to afford the trip. Their husbands had wanted to come, but they couldn't afford four airline tickets. "Plus," said Becky, "it's been a while since we were able to get away together." She poked Carla in the ribs and both girls giggled.

"That sounds like a story I'd like to hear."

Carla had a sparkle in her eye, as she said, "We've known each other our whole lives. Believe me, it's way more than one story," and both girls laughed again.

As the flight was so late taking off, the drinks were free. I was able to sweet talk the flight attendant into three rounds for me and my friends. By the time we landed at Dulles, we were all slightly buzzed.

It was almost 9:30 p.m. when we landed and our connections were long gone. I walked with the girls to baggage claim. While Carla and I waited for our luggage, Becky went to the bank of courtesy hotel phones and tried to find them a room.

Twenty minutes later, an upset Becky approached. "I can't find any rooms at a decent price. The only rooms available are more than $400.00 and I can't afford to split that."

A dejected Carla agreed, "I can't either."

Before the girls could decide what to do, the airline announced that due to the great number of delays, all luggage would be forwarded to the connecting flights and would not be available tonight. There was a roar of angry passengers and a stampede to the customer service office.

Carla and Becky were confused as I explained what was happening. "This sucks," exclaimed Becky. "I'm buzzed from the beer, stuck in an airport and have to pee. At least I can solve one of my problems." She stomped off to a nearby women's room.

I was about to wish Carla good luck, when she looked up at me with a mischievous stare. "I'm wondering when you're going to be a gentleman and invite us to share your room?"

"Carla, if I invite you to my room, I'm afraid I'll be anything but a gentleman."

Carla's eyes flashed and her smile broadened. She stepped to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body and lips into mine. When my mouth opened, Carla plunged her tongue into my mouth and let out an urgent groan.

When she pulled her face away, she looked at me and asked, "Are you going to share?"

"It depends."

"On what?" Carla asked as she pressed her pussy against my rock hard dick.

"It depends if Becky kisses as good as you."

"Oh, I can guarantee that she'll have your mouth watering." Carla aggressively pulled me against her and kissed me hard.

Carla and I were leaning against a column when Becky approached a few minutes later. "So what the hell are we going to do tonight?"

Carla smiled at Becky and said, "If you give Chris a good kiss, he's going to invite us back to share his room."

Becky was confused at the change of direction, but quickly caught on. She smiled at Carla and said, "You're such a slut." She wrapped her fingers into my belt loop and pulled herself to me. Her giant tits pressed into my chest. As she looked me in the eye, she continued, "She's almost as big a slut as me."

Becky rose onto her toes and filled my mouth with her tongue. We kissed hard and fast and my hand reached for her skirt-covered ass and pulled her against my dick. Becky groaned as I cupped her ass cheek and humped into her twat.

"Okay, break it up, you two." When we pulled apart, Carla asked, "Are you going to share?"

I just smiled and nodded. We gathered our few carry-on bags and headed for the Hyatt courtesy shuttle. We sat close together in the back of the van. I learned that the girls had very active sex lives, until they were married five years ago. Sex with their husbands was good, but lacked the variety of their younger years. 

They had been mostly faithful to their husbands. They had strayed two years ago, on a girl's trip to Las Vegas. They also shyly admitted to being bisexual. They often got together with each other to relieve their sexual frustration.

We received an odd look from the check-in staff at the Hyatt. It's unusual for one man and two women to check into the same room without luggage. The Hyatt restaurant had closed for the night, but we were told that the TGIF next door was still open.

Carla, Becky and I stowed our carry on bags at the front desk and headed next door for a quick bite to eat. We sat at the end of an empty bar and ordered appetizers and beers. The girls teased me as they told stories of their younger years.

"Do our stories excite you?" Carla asked.

I laughed and admitted, "I'm about to rip a hole in my pants."

Both girls cracked up. Becky was sitting next to me. She patted my thigh and coyly moved her hand to my rod. Her hand played with my spongy head and slowly moved down my staff.

"Holy Jesus Christ."

"What's wrong?" Carla asked.

Becky slowly traced her fingers from my cock head to my balls. "Do you remember Jim Scott?"

"Of course," Carla answered. "I was sore for days after he fucked me."

"Well the cock I'm playing with is just as thick and at least two inches longer."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Carla continued her exploration. "I hope you're not having second thoughts," I asked and looked both girls in the eye. 

Carla turned her bar stool toward me and spread her legs. She worked the fingers of her right hand into the leg of her shorts and up to her pussy. Her eyes glazed over and she let a low, "Mmmm" escape her lips. When she pulled her hand from her crotch, the first two fingers were glistening. She held them to my nose, so I could smell her sex and then pushed them into her mouth and sucked them clean.

"I'm not having second thoughts. How about you, Becky?"

When I glanced at Becky, she had also turned her bar stool to face me. Her thighs were spread wide and I could see up her short skirt to her silk covered pussy. Becky pulled the red silk material to the side and exposed her soaked and swollen pink gash. She ran her fingers along her lips and took a deep breath as she circled her clit.

"I'm so fucking horny. Let's get out of here."

I paid the tab and the three of us quickly made our way back to the room. The girls preceded me into the room and as the door closed, I reached out and pulled Carla to me. We embraced and kissed in the entry area. I let one hand roam to her heart-shaped ass and pulled the thin woman tight against me. My other hand rose to her tiny breasts. I pinched her inch long erect nipple. A muffled groan escaped into my mouth.

I could see Becky out of the corner of my eye. She was watching us intently. Without breaking the kiss, I wagged a finger to Becky. When she came within reach, my hand circled her waist and I pulled her into the group. I pulled from Carla's mouth and pressed into Beth's. 

I kissed back and forth between the two women. My hands were groping their asses and the group was breathing hard. "Undress me," I told them.

Together the women tugged my golf shirt from the waist of my pants and pulled it over my head. "Remember, we don't have a change of clothes. We'll have to wear this tomorrow."

As Becky dropped to her knees and started to untie the laces of my shoes, Carla hung my shirt in the closet. Becky was working my shoes and socks off when Carla approached me from behind. She circled her arms around my waist and unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. Carla pulled the pants and boxers over my waist, and then let a kneeling Becky take over and pull the pants over my feet.

As Becky handed the pants to Carla, she stared at my erection. It was huge and easily eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. She reached out took hold of the base and kissed the head. She licked pre-cum from my slit and finally worked the head and first few inches into her mouth.

Carla watched from the open closet. "Becky's the only one in high school to deep throat Jim Scott. She was a legend. I'll bet she can do you too."

With that encouragement, Becky worked another two inches down her throat. "AAAhhh . . . you've got a great mouth. Go slow, baby."

As Becky continued to slowly work my cock deeper, Carla continued, "So, how old are you?"

Between ragged breaths, I answered, "I'm 46."

"You're fifteen years older than our husbands and in much better shape." Carla approached me and ran her hands over my upper arm and shoulders. "I think your shoulders are sexy."

I'm proud of my body. I run and lift weights weekly. I'm also a life time practitioner of karate and hold a seventh degree black belt. 

As Becky continued to work my cock with her throat, I pulled Carla to me and kissed her again. As she caressed my arms and chest, I slipped a hand down the back of her shorts. I felt the cotton string of her thong disappear into the crack of her ass as I massaged her globes. 

When I pulled from Carla's lips, I said, "She did it!" 

We looked down and saw Becky's nose buried in my pubes. She worked back to the head, looked up at us and plunged her mouth back down my dick. When Becky reached the base of my cock, Carla reached down and held Becky's face in my crotch. "I told you she was a slut."

Becky continued the sloppy blow job for a bit longer. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, so I pulled from Becky's mouth. She climbed to her feet and was met by an energetic kiss from me. 

"That was some of the best cock sucking, I've ever had."

She kissed me. "MMMmmm. If you want, you can cum in my mouth."

"I'm an old man, baby. I want to save this hard-on. I don't know how many more I'll have."

Then I turned to Carla. "I want you to undress Becky for me." 

I turned and walked further into the room and sat in the room's only arm chair. The women followed me into the main room and stood at the foot of the bed. The taller Carla stood behind Becky. She reached around and unbuttoned Becky's sleeveless blouse. Once it was completely unbuttoned, she pulled it over her shoulders. Carla quickly unclasped Becky's mammoth bra. I was surprised at the size of Becky's DD-Cup tits. They stood straight out and had very little sag. 

Carla finished by pulling the short jean skirt and red silk G-string down Becky's legs. Becky was clearly uncomfortable as she stood naked in the middle of the room. Carla hung the clothes and again took up her place behind Becky.

Carla cupped Becky's proud tits and caressed her fat nipples. "Oh . . . my . . . God . . . yes!" Becky shook as a small orgasm rippled through her. 

Carla smiled and explained, "Her nipples are incredibly sensitive. She loves to have them pinched and sucked."

She continued to work on Becky's tits with one hand. Her other hand dropped to Becky's bald slit and massaged her clit."

As Becky slumped into Carla and orgasmed again, she whispered, "Yes! My pussy is so fucking hot."

I called out from my spot on the arm chair, "Carla, take off your clothes and take Becky to bed."

It took an instant for Becky and Carla to strip Carla. Leaving her clothes on the floor, the women jumped into bed. Knowing Carla would want the clothes presentable in the morning, I hung them in the closet.

Back in my chair I watched the women explore each other's bodies. They took their time and explored every inch. I was satisfied to watch at first. I stayed rock hard for over thirty minutes as the women traded orgasms. 

When the girls finally worked their way into a comfortable 69 position, I decided to join the action. Carla was on her back, with her legs spread wide. She was panting as Becky buried her head in Carla's overheated cunt and lapped from her clit to asshole.

Becky was positioned on her knees. Her ass was high and spread. The view of her dripping cunt and pink asshole was open to me. Carla was licking Becky's clit and finger fucking two fingers up Becky's slot.

I positioned myself behind Becky's upturned ass. I pulled Carla's fingers from Becky's pussy and slowly slid the head of my excited cock into her wet hole.

I could feel Carla's tongue continue to lick Becky's clit as I pushed deeper into her tight snatch.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . oh . . . fuck . . . oh . . . fuck . . . me hard," Becky called out.

I bottomed out a few minutes later. As I held tight against Becky's ass, Carla left Becky's clit and started to lick my balls.

"Oh you fucking slut. That feels so fucking good."

I let her lick and suck my balls for a bit longer, and then told her, "Go back to Becky's clit."

When I felt Becky stiffen as Carla sucked her clit, I grabbed Becky's hips and started to fuck her. I pulled all but the head out and jammed my cock back in. Becky bucked from one orgasm to the next as her cunt was overloaded. After twenty minutes of hard pounding, Becky stiffened groaned a final, "OOOOhhhh," and slumped forward. My cock popped from Becky's stretched hole.

I was close to my first cum and wanted to finish Betsy off. I turned her on her back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Holding an ankle high and wide, I pushed myself back into her. From my standing position, I pounded Becky's pussy. It took a short few minutes and I exploded deep in Becky's cunt.

I rolled onto the bed as we all struggled for breath. Carla and I watched as a river of white cum drooled out of Becky's hole. "Clean her baby. I want to watch as you eat my cum."

Becky protested, "Please . . . I can't take any more." But let out a satisfying, "Oh . . . it feels . . . so fucking . . . good!" 

I never got completely soft and quickly recovered my erection as I watched Carla eat my cum from Betsy's snatch. Carla was in the doggie position as I climbed behind her and nailed my dick into her vise tight hole. 

As I pistoned into Carla's snatch, Becky crawled from under her and cheered me on. "Fuck her. Pound the fucking slut and make her cum. Fuck her hard you bastard. Make her scream like a tired old whore."

I continued to pound Carla's pussy from behind as Betsy kept up her filthy verbal assault. She climbed from under Carla and knelt beside me. As my cock jammed in and out of Carla, Betsy reached out and spread Carla's ass cheeks. She smeared cunt juice into Carla's back hole.

"Make the bitch stop," Carla cried. 

As Carla begged, Betsy pushed two fingers deep into Carla's rectum. "I know your secret Carla. I know you love a good ass fuck. Just like I took this cock deep into my throat, you're going to take it up the ass."

She turned to me. "Fuck the slut's ass. Stick that monster up her shitter."

It had been years since a woman was brave enough to take my dick in her ass. As I pulled from her cunt, Betsy held Carla's cheeks wide apart. As I pushed, her rose blossomed and the first five inches were swallowed.

As Carla groaned and hunched forward, Betsy cheered, "I told you. She's an ass whore. Keep pushing that thing in. Pound her like an ass slut. Cum up her ass."

I didn't want to hurt the woman, but her friend's filthy talk was turning me on. As I started to pound her asshole, I could feel Carla reach under Betsy and slide some fingers into her snatch.

"We're double fucking you slut. You're our fuck toy." 

Carla exploded every few minutes.

I had been actively fucking the girls for almost ninety minutes. As Carla finished her final cum, I pulled from her and collapsed on my back. An equally exhausted Carla sprawled on her front.

As my erection was still standing tall, Betsy ran to the bathroom. She returned with a wet and soapy cloth. She washed my meat clean, pumped it a few times with her fist and looked into my eyes. 

"I want your second load in my mouth," she said as she swallowed me to the base. She sucked my raw cock for a few minutes. When I grunted that I was going to cum, she stroked my meat and sucked the head. My second load was almost as big as the first. The cum loving Betsy was rewarded with a mouth full of warm, salty cum. 

We slept in the king size bed until early morning. We needed to quickly shower and dress in order to make our early morning flights. As we parted at the airport, both girls gave me their cell numbers and asked me to call the next time I was in Tampa.

Thanks to the real life Carla and Becky. If you hadn't gotten your own room, perhaps this story would be closer to the truth, instead of being inspired from my perverted imagination. Thanks also for your cell numbers. I'll call next time I'm in Tampa.

I'm a feedback junkie. Please let Carla, Becky and I know if we should have shared a room! TSG



A Stormy Night



[ This one was passed on to me by a guy the day after me, him, and his girlfriend had an allnighter (but that's another story). He told me he was just out of high school at the time this happened- and yes, the girlfriend he mentions cheating on in the story is the girlfriend we shared that night. She seems to be the forgiving sort. Well, enjoy...]

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The sound of the storm was terrible from inside the small underground shelter. The thunder literally being felt as it crashed. Light flashed outside the door of the shelter lighting up the stairs and floor of the shelter like split second patches of blue-white sunshine. Me and the girl from next door sat crouched down against the back wall of the cellar, huddled together in a blanket on the only cot, already soaked to the bone from running through the rain to reach the safety of the shelter.

There was a tornado on the ground and we were running parallel to it hoping it wouldn't change it's course before we made it to the storm cellar. The tornado was actually about a mile away, we heard where it was once we got the radio on. The rain began to come inside the shelter and the floor took on a couple of inches of water in the first few minutes of the storm because the door had been laying open. Even with the door closed and barred securely against the wind outside, water still managed to come in, adding to the misery. As the bulk of the storm actually passed close to where we were hiding, the door began to shake and we heard debris impacting outside as if a frustrated giant was hammering against the stubborn door. The girl, Camille, held onto me and cried, while I tried not to wet my pants.

In less than an hour the tornado had passed us but the storm was still actively raging. I took the battery powered lamp that was always stored down there and sloshed through the pool of water to check the door, it was still secure and I didn't dare open it until morning as it was already approaching 8 at night when the tornado alarms went off. We were much relieved to find that there were plenty of blankets and extra batteries, even water and a makeshift bucket for bathroom purposes. The cellar was about 12 x 12 and there was plenty of room so that I could have slept on the floor if it weren't for the water. Why was there only one cot? Who knows! But there was and though we had another set of blankets to change out the one we got wet from our clothing, we didn't have any extra clothing to change into, so "take off your clothes" I said while taking off my shirt and twisting some of the water out of it.

"What?" Camille looked like a deer in headlights. I draped my shirt over part of one of the shelves that lined the wall. I looked at her frowning, this was no time for games, "Take off your clothes, we'll soak the other blanket and it'll be freezing during the night unless we take off our clothes." She stared at me open mouthed wrapped up in the wet blanket as I pulled off my shoes and hung up my wet socks also. She didn't move or turn away so I went on with my pants and then underwear right in front of her. Soon my clothes were hanging all in a row and I was exposed until I wrapped the dry blanket around me. I walked over next to the cot and said, "Now it's your turn, you can hang yours on the opposite wall and they'll be dry by morning."

She looked up at me, "I'm not getting naked." I looked down at her and smiled, "Are you going to stay up all night? If so you can sit on the steps, because you and your wet blanket aren't going to lay on this cot with me." She looked at the steps and my hanging clothes, then looked up with a pouty expression, "fine!" I expected her to move over to the steps but instead she stood and marched to the shelves opposite of my clothing and began taking off her shoes and socks. She still had the wet blanket wrapped around her and it began to slip as she struggled to take off her pants and keep herself covered. I chuckled as I stretched the blanket out over me while watching her fight the blanket, "Cami, that's not going to work." 

As if on cue the blanket dropped away from her shoulder and exposed her bare ass to me while she was hanging her pants. She let out a little shriek and dropped her panties while trying to grab the blanket again. She failed to wrap herself very well and I shined the light directly on her dropped panties so she could get them. By luck this got me a nice look at her behind and even a glimpse at her bare pussy beneath as she half bent to pick them up, still trying to keep the blanket out of the water. I kept my mouth shut and pretended not to notice. She hung the panties up and shrugged off her shirt, baring her shoulders and back as the blanket dropped once again. This time she managed to grab it before it exposed her butt again, though her turning showed me a brief side view of a perky upward turned right breast. Wow, I thought, I never thought that tomboy would have such a nice body! We had been running around together for years and I had never paid attention.

I couldn't help but become a bit aroused as Cami was the second girl I had ever actually seen naked in my life. And truthfully she was better developed than the first, my girlfriend's sister (another story for another time!). I acted like I hadn't been paying attention and pointed to the locker where the blankets were stored. One final glimpse before the lights go out, I thought, but she managed to successfully transfer one covering for the other without any slips. Truly I was disappointed, even though she was my best friend and not my girlfriend, what harm was it doing to look? I rolled over and faced the wall as she crossed the room and slid onto the cot next to me. I sat the light on the small table at the head of the cot and switched it off. The sound of hard rain and gusts of wind was all that was heard, until I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke sometime just after dawn to find Camille and myself wrapped up in the only remaining dry blanket, with her laying half on top of me! I had no way to put her off and worse, I found that I didn't want to- or part of me didn't want to! The little monster woke and stood up with remarkable speed, nudging the soft warm flesh of her female treasure, and then pressing against the crevice as I extended to what I'm sure was full purple armor in what seemed like 60 seconds flat. She wiggled a bit and my rod felt a moist warmth cover it's tip. I resisted the urge to pull her body down by grabbing both of her shoulders, she moved again, and her left leg slid farther across me, spreading her legs wider and introducing more of me into her slit. I couldn't hardly breath, and not from her petite body applying pressure on my chest, it was the pressure that I felt building up inside me that I feared. I rocked my hips back and forth gently feeling the area of wetness increase. I let my hands slowly move down to slip across her hips and around to her bare ass. She sighed and squirmed against me as my rod pressed inside her wetness with more authority now, as I felt myself entering her past the head and back out easily.

She began to moan quietly and I felt her hand clutch my shoulder as I rocked back and forth slowly, going even deeper into her until I was working more than half of my length inside. She was so wet and hot, and incredibly tight, if two things hadn't been working within me at the time I would have blown my wad before half penetration. 

But I was scared that she would suddenly stop me and I was extremely horny by now, and secondly, I had to piss badly (fellas you know how it is, right?). So I bottomed out inside her and opened my eyes to see her looking up at me with a sleepy glazed look in her eyes. I started to apologize but she slowly began to slide more fully on top of me, allowing me easier penetration. We began to kiss and she worked her hips against mine building the intensity as I slid in and out of her. She sat up and eased back fully onto my lap, I watched her titties begin to bounce as she started to ride harder and faster. After a time she was doing all of the work, with her eyes closed, biting her lip. She seemed to hit the wall of the sensations and locked up on me, her mouth frozen in an 'oh!' shape. This had never happened to me before, I never lasted this long inside a girl before! I fondled and kissed her perky titties while she relaxed and then slowly slid back chest to chest with me. 

I wanted to cum also and began pumping up into her again almost immediately. Very soon I was holding onto her hips and bucking up inside her approaching the point of no return while she groaned and bucked against me also. Then I felt it happening, 'oh shit' I thought and jerked her hips up off of my rod at the last possible second before I shot inside her pussy. I reached around and jacked myself off the rest of my orgasm, spilling it into the crack of her ass as I half pumped my fist and half pumped in between her cheeks. I actually felt myself tapping at the back door, and imagined that I was almost invited in! But I was spent, and both of us were sweaty and steamed with the heat of our bodies. Wow, I thought, pretty erotic... what the hell just happened?! I had just cheated on my girlfriend, the one that had taken my virginity, the one that... oh, well.

Somehow that didn't matter an hour and a half later when Camille and I were dressed and outside walking back towards my uncles house. Neither of us spoke on the way back but we held hands, smiling about it the whole way back. When we got back to the house my uncle greeted us with my mom and dad there, "The neighbors called and said that they thought they saw the two of you running towards the old cellar last night. We were about to come and see if you were trapped in there." I hugged my parents and replied, "well, the storm caused us to get pinned in for a bit, but I eventually got around to forcing the door open." My dad looked out at the damaged trees and scattered debris, "That sure was one helluva storm." I locked eyes with Camille and said, "It sure was. I don't think I'll ever forget it either."

It rained for the better part of two days, and though I spent some of the time over with Camille, we never were alone for long enough to talk about what had happened much less replay it. So when the clouds finally broke for good and the subject of the cellar came up it caught her attention immediately. She called me and said that the family across the way that actually owned the cellar had offered the two of us some money if we wanted to bail all of the water out of it and clean it up for use again. I was thinking, why would I want to work knee deep in water? But then the not so subtle hint came from Camille, "we could work together just like when we were waiting for the storm to end." Well that did it for me, where do I sign up!

When we got there and opened it up I found out that I had been wrong about the cellar cleanup, I wasn't going to be working in water up to my knees... it was up to my waist. I told my uncle and after he looked at it said he'd pick up what we needed while he was in town and that he'd probably be back in a couple of hours. So we went back to the house, waited for him to leave, and then stripped down and began to feel each other up while kissing. I got a real good look at Camille's pussy as she lay back on the couch and began kissing my dick while I knelt beside her and massaged her small titties. My hand slid down and began to rub her nearly bald pussy, she began mouthing more and more of my dick as I did more and more with her pussy.

My finger was sliding in and out of her pussy, matching the motion of her mouth back and forth on my dick (or was it the other way around?), when she suddenly let my dick slip out of her mouth and panted, "put it in me. I want to feel it before you come." She spread her legs as I positioned myself to cheat on my girlfriend again. Camille's pussy was sooo pretty. I looked down at it and watched my dick slowly penetrate it and then kept watching as I slid back and forth. I watched the tip appear and then most of my shaft sink inside, over and over. She began pulling my arms, moaning, "on top of me, get on me" I leaned down onto her and gave her my full, if modest, length and she groaned her approval in my ear. 

I picked up the pace and began to buck hard into her as I felt myself begin to rise to the top of my orgasm ride, she moaned and bucked back. I didn't know it but she was real close to her own orgasm right about the time I tried to pull out and shoot it onto her flat tummy. She crossed her legs around me and raised her ass up, driving me back into her pussy, holding me hopelessly trapped inside her while my dick shot its payload inside her. I must admit it felt wonderful to actually cum inside. I wasn't deep enough to really penetrate her at the time that I came but shortly afterward when I collapsed back on top of her, she drew me fully inside and ground her hips against my failing hardon grabbing herself the orgasm she was looking for. I lay there for a moment still inside her and then burst out, "what the hell did you do that for!" She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face but only bit her lip in response, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I lay there for a bit and slapped myself in the head, 'dumbass' I thought to myself. When she came out I took her in my arms and apologized. Then I cleaned up and got dressed. Camille never said anything until after we were back out at the cellar using the pump that uncle had brought for us to get rid of most of the water. She was close to me and we were sweating heavily working the pump together, she turned her head and pressed her lips against mine. When I responded she opened her mouth and we began to kiss, awkwardly while trying to keep the water pump moving, but still tongue wrestling. The tension between us melted away after that and things went better for us after that. We drained the water down to knee level after a few hours and I went into the cellar to retrieve the blankets and stuff. We took the cot out and propped it up against a tree near uncles house, hanging the blankets across the line to dry. Then we went inside completely exhausted. That night when I got home, I washed up and then passed out in bed.

There was no way either of us could do anything to the cellar the next day because we were both too sore. My muscles ached too bad to even jack off, so my girlfriend performed her first ever blowjob on me while my dad watched sports and my mom cooked. She did a nice job, bringing me off mostly with her hand and keeping her mouth locked onto the top of my dick. When I shot off she let all of my cum drip out of her mouth and used it to finish jacking me off. That felt great but left such a terrible mess that I had to change my underwear and stash the other pair in my dirty clothes. I didn't mind though, even when my mom found the cum-stained briefs and confronted me about cleaning my 'ejaculations' with something she wouldn't find in my laundry. I seriously thought about using a pair of Camille's panties the next time and see what she said then, but I didn't (eventually I did, but that's another story for another time!).

Two days after my girlfriend's visit, I was back with Camille, and we were outside taking a break while uncle was inside the cellar sealing the cracks - we had completely drained the water by that time. The two of us were watching when I noticed something. With the blankets still over the clotheslines you couldn't see the cot from the cellar. So I pulled Camille along until we got behind the blankets, there wasn't anything but open fields on the other side of the cot, so I began to kiss and grope her.

She playfully resisted at first but soon melted as I got the front of her shirt up and began sucking her nipples. She was wearing a dark colored tank top and flimsy little red shorts, white cotton panties underneath. She completely balked at the idea of taking her shorts off and there wasn't any comfortable way to do it with them on so I suggested the next best thing. I positioned her on her knees and climbed onto the cot behind her. After some minor adjustments to pull her shorts and panties down low enough and get her legs spread just right, we were ready.

I loved the way her ass looked, and loved the way she looked back at me as I penetrated her juicy pussy. She stayed on her hands and knees while I began to pump her slowly. I really loved this position, I put it at the top of my favorites right then. She began to push back at me matching my strokes and soon enough I had stopped and let her have control. She raised up a bit and was half-riding my dick up and down nice and fast. This gave me the chance to reach under her shirt and play with her tits. I found her nipples hard as stone and gently put them between my fingers and thumbs. Almost immediately she gushed all over me, and I thought I was going to lose my mind as her pussy clamped down on my dick nearly forcing me out of her. I was about to come and I moaned, "inside or out?" She breathed "in" and I pushed back up into her and bucked myself to an eye opening cum that lasted for several minutes.

We hurried back to the cellar and were there only for about five minutes before uncle climbed out of the cellar, "thought I lost the two of you there for a bit, where'd you go?" Camille piped up, "one of my friends called on the phone." The answer seemed to satisfy him and we closed up for the day, with my cum dripping out of her hole mixed with her wetness making a mess of her panties. She didn't have to worry about it, she always washed her own laundry, and usually her parents also. I went home tired again and slept very well at first, but then I began having nightmares about Camille getting pregnant and everybody finding out. That rattled my cage a little more than I had anticipated. Once again, 'dumbass' went through my mind. I began to get scared. What was I gonna do? I already felt a little weird about fooling around with my girlfriend, who was on the pill, and Camille at the same time (not literally, unfortunately).

Camille and I saw each other the next day, and then the day after that and I meant to get her alone to actually talk, but never could. Then two days afterwards when we arranged to go to the store at the same time we met and before I could ask she said that we couldn't fool around for awhile. I asked why and she replied that she was on her period. I was so relieved. We went to my house and talked for awhile about what had happened to us and between us. I found out that she had a boyfriend and that the two of them hadn't gone much farther than a little oral sex. In fact that was all the two of them had done since he had taken her virginity two months earlier. 

Wow, lucky me, I said aloud, not meaning to. She just smiled and said that it was different when we did it- it was just for fun. No boyfriend/girlfriend bull to get in the way. Fine by me. I decided then that maybe oral sex would be the best for the two of us until she got on the pill- unless I could steal some rubbers. Camille said she didn't want to give up getting penetrated and that I would have to pull out each time. But I could come in her mouth if I wanted... wow! lucky me again, I thought to myself, too bad becoming a couple would mess things up, she'd make a great girlfriend. So the two of us played basketball and went hunting just like we always did, and nobody suspected that we had taken our friendship to the next level.



A Stormy Night



It was a dark night, and I was all alone. My husband, Ted, was out of town on business, or so he said. I knew damn good and well that he was in Memphis with his Internet lover. He had met her 5 months ago online. I began to get suspicious when Ted started spending all night online, so, being the computer savvy female that I am, I enabled the "Append Chat to Log" command so I could see what they were talking about. I was utterly shocked when I read it. Their conversations always turned hot and heavy, and I even found myself squirming a little in my chair. I found out through this surveillance that she lived in Memphis, had 1 child, and was single. At first I was really upset, and prepared to divorce Ted, I mean, I was an attractive 5'7 female and weighed 111 lbs, but something just wouldn't let me get to that point. It was almost as if this excited me, the thought of Ted fucking some other woman. I would lay awake at night, while he was gone, and think about it, think about watching it from a closet or a window. I always found myself slipping my hand under my panties and getting myself off when I thought about this. 

Lightning cracked outside, and I was brought back to the present. Me sitting here on my couch, wearing my usual night clothes, Large T-shirt, ankle socks, and a pair of panties. My thoughts waved back to Ted, and the pleasures he must be experiencing right now, and I found myself getting aroused. I ran my finger down over my panties on my slit and a shock of pleasure arched through me. I was very wet, so I decided to please myself. I scooted down into my favorite position, and took my panties down to my ankles. My pussy throbbed as the room air hit it, and I spread my lips with my fingers…. then the phone rang. 

"Hello?" I said somewhat annoyed. "Hi Angie! It's Cris! I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Said the person on the phone. I immediately recognized the voice as my co-worker Cris. She was the same age as I, single, and someone I could always talk to. "No, you didn't interrupt much." I said, which basically meant that she did. "Well I was calling because I remembered that Ted the dickhead was out of town, and was wondering if you'd like some company for the night, with the storm and all, I know how it is to be alone. You interested? We could rent some movies, eat some popcorn, and just trash the hell out of Ted and the other dorks from work." It sounded like a great idea; I figured I could finish my self-pleasuring after I went to bed. "Sure come on over, bring some movies too."

"What kind of movies girl? What ya in the mood for?" She asked. I told her, sarcastically; "I don't think you have any of the type of movies that I'm in the mood for." And I laughed with this. "Oh? Missing Ted are we?"

"Yeah, I guess, hurry on over girl, I'll get some hot cocoa ready". "Okay hon. See ya soon." And with that we both hung up. In my subconscious, I was hoping that maybe she would bring over a sex movie, so I would have something to watch later while I was alone. I put on some sweat pants and a bra, at 34d I didn't want to flop around in front of company. 

The doorbell rang about 35 minutes later, and I opened it up. Cris was standing there with an armful of bags and a suitcase. She was an attractive woman, about 5 feet 6, weighed 110 lbs, with shoulder length brown hair. I helped her by taking her suitcase and we went into the living room. We exchanged a hug, and I thanked her for coming over. "No problem girl, I had nothing better to do."

"Cool. So what movies did ya bring?"

"Well, first off I stopped at the Kwik Mart and got some snackos for us, and some drinks. Then I went to the Pandora Video and picked up some movies."

"Wow, you didn't have to do all that, I have plenty of food." I said to her. It then donned on me that Pandora was a largely adult video store. "Pandora eh? You didn't?" I asker her with a shocked look on my face. "Well, you said you were missing Ted, so I figured we could watch some porno to remind you of him, and so we could make fun of them, you know how bad the plots and acting are in these things." We both laughed and I agreed with her. Deep down I was really excited. "Mind if I go change into my jammies?" Cris asked me. "No go ahead, I'll get the snacks and drinks ready."

"Great! Pick out a good movie for us too!" With that she left and went to the bedroom with her suitcase. I poured the snacks, which consisted of pretzels, Chex mix, and chips into separate bowls, and poured us each a cup of hot cocoa. I then checked out the movies that she had gotten, and was very pleased. She had gotten 5 movies, 3 were professional, and 2 were amateur. 

"Well, good choices?" She asked me as she entered the living room. She was dressed in a pink nightgown that went down to her knees, and was very sheer. I could clearly see that she was wearing some bikini style panties underneath and her nipples were quite visible. It was weird, but I was a bit turned on, I think it was the thought of having someone here who was almost naked. "Well you look pretty! You always go to bed dressed like that?" I asked her. "Yep, this is my favorite. What about you?"

"Usually just a T-Shirt and my underwear." I responded. "Well go change into that, did you pick a movie?"

"Yes, lets watch an amateur one!"

"Sounds like fun!" She said to me. I went into the bedroom and after a moment's hesitation, slipped off my sweat pants. I walked back in, and she had already started the movie. There was a phone sex add on that featured a buxom blonde who just had a large cock in her mouth and it was cumming on her face. "Mmm yummy!" Cris said, and kind of flushed. I just laughed, and said "Nice shot". "Are you wearing a bra?" She asked me rather sternly. "Well yes, don't you?"

"Not to bed girl, take that thing off, its just us girls, were here to relax!" With her insistence, I did what she said and took it off, and flung it behind the couch. She laughed. 

For the next hour we watched as women got fucked, gave blowjobs and saw several cum shots. At this point I was totally soaked and incredibly horny. I missed Ted so much, and would have given anything for his cock. I could tell Cris was aroused too. She was lying on the couch opposite of me watching, and had become very quiet. She had one of her legs propped up, and was running a finger over the area right above her left breast. She noticed that I was looking at her, and moved her leg back down and flushed. "Sorry girl, these movies have got me all hot and bothered."

"Don't worry about it Cris, they have the same effect on me." We both laughed. After another 5 minutes I couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "I need to run to the bathroom." She laughed and said "Have fun, I will" knowing why I was going. The last part of her comment excited me even more, and I rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and shot my hand right down to my crotch. I immediately entered my pussy and rubbed my clit, and within 3 minutes was cumming harder than I have in ages. I realized that my intensity was due to the fact that Cris knew why I was going into the bathroom and I knew what she was doing out there. I composed myself and went back out to the living room. As I walked in I was shocked at what I saw. Cris was lying on the couch, with her eyes closed breathing really heavy. Her nightgown was pulled up over her breasts and her nipples were erect. Her panties were off centered, and it was obvious what she had been doing. 

The mere sight of this got me so wet and hot, but I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, so I tried to sneak out. "Oh, im so sorry! I thought you would be longer" she said, and pulled her nightgown down, and stood up. "Don't worry about it Cris, we both knew what we were doing. How was it?" I ask her, somewhat shocked at my own un-modesty. "Oh my God, I came so hard, I was…well never mind hehe," She said to me, and I was curious as to what she wanted to say. "You were what? You can tell me". "Well I was thinking about what if you really were going to use the bathroom and would have walked out on me. I guess the thrill of it was exciting." I was so aroused by this comment and said "Wow, that would have been interesting."

"So how was it for you?" She asked me. "Girl, I was done in 3 minutes." And we both laughed. "Wanna watch something else now?" Cris asked, and I responded with "Nope, lets get our monies worth". 

We continued to watch, and after another hour, was again incredibly horny. "Having fun over there?" She asked me, and I then noticed that I had subconsciously been circling my nipples with my fingers over my Tshirt. I flushed beet red and apologized. "For what? Don't think I haven't been over here wanting to do that, would you mind? " She asked. "Go for it girl, I have a feeling ill be in the bathroom again." And laughed. She began to run her fingers over her nipples, and I got even more aroused, but I didn't want to go to the bathroom. I began to run my hands over my upper thighs, and out of the corner of my eye noticed that she was watching me now, more than the video. 

With this, she slipped her hand inside the armhole of her gown, and I could see that she moved it down to her pussy. She leaned her head back, and I could see her fingers doing their work down below. I couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled my shirt up, and ran my fingers down the front of my panties and began to rub my clit. Neither of us was watching the movie now and we began to moan. "Oh yes, cum for me Ang, please cum for me!" She screamed out loud, and with this, I moaned and had the most intense orgasm of my life. I continued to rub, and moved a finger down to inside of my pussy. Cris had sat up and was facing me now. She pulled her nightgown off and slipped her panties down. The sight of her neatly trimmed, glistening pussy brought me to another orgasm, and I moaned out loud. She spread her legs and began to thrust her fingers in and out, and I could tell she was cumming. 

She screamed out loud "Oh Yes!" and with this, I came again. " I want to come again so bad" she said as she rubbed her clit. Not knowing what I was doing, I stood up and went over to her, and knelt down in between her legs. "Oh gawd yes Ang, eat me, eat my pussy!!" She screamed. I had never been with another woman, never even thought about it, but this seemed right. And with that thought I lowered my face into her crotch, and flicked my tongue up and down, like in the movies that we had just watched. She put her hand on my head, and pushed my face into her wet pussy. In minutes, I had her cumming so hard. I had slipped my hand down to my own pussy, and was going to get myself off, when she stood up, and said lay down and spread your legs. She laid down with her legs facing me, and scooted up so that our pussies were touching, she then began to thrust me, and the feel of her wet cunt upon mine made me buck into her, and with that I came over and over until I passed out on the rug.

When I awoke, I looked at the clock. It was 8 AM. I looked down at myself, and saw that I had a blanket on me. Cris was nowhere to be seen, and everything had been cleaned up. I got up, and put on my t-shirt, and went to the bedroom to see if she was asleep there, but she wasn't. I put on some sweats and went to the kitchen. There was a note. It read: "Hi Ang, I don't know what happened last night. I think it was a matter of 2 close friends who were incredibly lonely and needed to let off some steam. I don't want this to affect our friendship. I'll be home all day, please call me." I didn't know exactly what to think of the note, but I did know that I had enjoyed the night, and felt so alive this morning.



A Stormy Night



Katie was very excited. She was finally going to see her brother, Alex, whom she hadn't seen for over 5 years. Their parents were divorced, and Alex chose to stay in Delaware with his father, while Katie moved to California with her mother.

Because they were on opposite ends of the country, it wasn't possible for them to see each other often. The last time that Katie saw Alex was when she was 13. He was 18 at that time.

Now, 5 years later, he called saying that he's going to be in Cali for Spring Break and he's going to visit them. He was coming in 3 days, and asked if Katie could pick him up from the airport.

She agreed, of course. The excited 18-year-old ran to tell her mom.

Finally, Saturday came, and Katie was supposed to go and pick up Alex in 2 hours.

She showered and got dressed, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was stunning. Katie was 5'7, with extremely light blonde hair, green eyes, and tanned skin from being out in the sun often. She was wearing a white sundress which contrasted with her tan skin and high-heeled sandals that accented her smooth shapely legs.

Katie adjusted her strapless bra, which barely held her 34C breasts up, and was on her way.

After the two hour drive to the airport and another 35 minutes trying to find a parking spot, Katie was exhausted. Not only was she sick of all the traffic, it was 100 degrees outside, and she felt all sweaty and sticky. She put on her sunglasses, grabbed her bag, and was on her way inside.

She was relieved to find that the building was air-conditioned, and actually a little chilly. She felt the familiar sensation of her nipples hardening. 

She found the crowd of people waiting for their friends and relatives to come out from Customs, and joined them. Katie looked at all the people coming down with carts filled with baggage and wondered if any of them were her brother. She hadn't seen him for 5 years, and he probably changed a bit.

After an hour of waiting, she noticed a tall very handsome man waiting on the side. He had a suitcase and a backpack with him. Katie remembered that her brother was very tall, and this man must've been over 6'3." She stared at him intently. He was tall, but he wasn't lanky. She could make out wide shoulders and a muscular physique under his clothes. He had disheveled black hair, which she found very sexy, and brown eyes. He did sort of look like her brother, so she decided to approach him.

Alex watched the beautiful blonde walk towards him. He looked her up and down. His gaze lingered on her long legs and swaying hips, and then focused on the round globes jiggling oh-so-slightly as she walked. He considered her one of those voluptuous blondes, women he usually saw in porn magazines. But unlike their now jizz-covered faces, hers reminded him of his sister. He remembered Katie's full pout and the mischievous green eyes. "Katie? Is that you?" he inquired as she stopped in front of him. "Alex? Oh my god..you sure have changed over the past couple of years..," she said and threw her arms around her brother. "I've missed you,"she said. "So did I Katie,"he replied and hugged her back. He felt her full breasts push against his chest. "This is gonna be one hell of a vacation...,"he thought.

After an emotional meeting with his mother, and a delicious dinner, Alex was very happy. His vacation was turning out very good so far.

"Katie, honey, show Alex where he's going to stay and help him unpack."

"Ok mom," Katie replied. They got up from the table, and after grabbing Alex's baggage, they made their way upstairs. Alex watched Katie's ass as she walked in front of him. When they neared the top of the stairs, Katie accidentally dropped his backpack, and Alex got a glimpse of her beautiful behind as she bent down to pick it up. She was wearing a white thong and he felt his cock stir as he watched the little strip reappear from beneath her ass cheeks and expand into a wider piece of material stretching over thick pussy lips. Unfortunately, the delicious sight only lasted for 2 seconds, after which Katie straightened up and her dress covered her ass again.

Katie led him into a medium-sized bedroom with a queen-sized bed. "This is the guest room, where you're gonna stay, and you can put all your things into the closet. The upper shelf is empty. The comforter and pillows are on the bottom. Umm..do you want me to help you unpack?"

"If you want to.,"he said and started unzipping his bag. Katie opened his backpack and started taking out everything that was inside. She put his passport on the table, his cosmetics on the shelf,,and so on. "Alex, where do you want these?" she asked holding a box of Trojans."Oh, sorry about that, I'll take it,"he said and took the box from Katie. She made a mental note of the fact that it said "XL" on the box.

After they unpacked and talked about everything since they saw each other last time, Alex said that he was tired and went to sleep. Katie decided to take a shower.

The warm water felt good on her skin as she stood in the shower, letting the water cascade down her body. Katie lathered up with some body wash and ran her hands over her slippery body. She rubbed her breasts, spreading the foam in large circles, and tweaked her 1/2 inch light pink nipples until they hardened and protruded like long pencil erasers from her puffy areolas. She started getting turned on and directed the flow onto her pussy. It felt wonderful. She spread her pussy lips and let the water hit her erect clit. Katie continued letting the water stimulate her until she was close to cumming. Then she heard a knock on the door.

"Katie? Are you in there?,"asked her brother. "I really need to use the bathroom."

"Ohhh..just a minute..I'll be right out.,"she managed to say while she reluctantly turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She was SO close to cumming...so close..

The door opened and Alex watched the blonde beauty exit the bathroom with a tiny towel wrapped around her body. The towel ended just under her ass and he got a glimpse of the smooth cheeks as she walked. 

"Mmmm..,"he said quietly and walked into the bathroom.

Katie looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and she realized that she was very tired from all the day's emotions. She put on her pj's which consisted of a tiny black silk camisole and matching panties, and climbed into bed.

When Alex came out of the bathroom, he could see lightning through the window. Then he heard a low rumble. "Looks like a thunderstorm,"he thought. He undressed, leaving only his short black boxers on, and went to sleep.

He dreamt about his sister and her beautiful body. He dreamt about fucking her on the beach, on the rough sand. He dreamt about licking and kissing her full breasts and running his hands over that smooth ass...

Suddenly he felt the bed sag on one side and he heard the springs squeak. Still half asleep, he felt the covers lift off his body and fall back on him again as something soft and smooth brushed against his naked chest. He opened his eyes and saw his sister had cuddled up against him with her fragrant blonde hair in his face. She was asleep.

Alex was shocked at first, but then he remembered how his sister would always come to sleep in his room whenever there was a thunderstorm. She was very scared of lightning and thunder. Now, at 18, she still did that. 

He didn't end up in bed with a hot piece of ass such as his sister very often, and he decided to take advantage of the situation. It was warm, so he pulled the covers off of their bodies. Katie was sleeping with her back turned to him and her ass against his thighs. He moved away a little bit so that he could have better access to her body, and ran his hand over her silk-covered behind. It felt so soft and smooth. All of a sudden, Katie mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over on her back. Her arms were up above her head and her silk camisole had ridden up so far, he could see half of her left breast. Her nipples, however, were still covered. His cock was so hard now that it hurt.

Katie was in a deep sleep. Her full lips were parted and a thin line of drool was making its way down her cheek. Alex watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. He couldn't believe his sister had grown up into such a fox. He had to have her. 

Alex slowly pulled the rest of her camisole up until it bunched up under her neck and her breasts were exposed. He was surprised to see that her nipples were erect. He ran his fingers over them lightly, and heard Katie utter a low moan. He started fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples until they were rock hard, while carefully watching her reactions. Katie was moaning quietly as he continued stimulating her nipples. He moved his head down to her chest and started licking her left nipple. She arched her back and he took her nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Then he let go of it and moved towards the right one. Katie's moans started getting more and more intense so he stopped in fear that she would wake up.

Her areolas were puffy and glistened with his saliva. Alex switched his focus to her silk-clad pussy. He ran his fingers over her mound until he felt a moist spot on her panties. He decided that the panties have got to go. Breathing heavily, he slid his fingers under the thin material and gently pulled down. Slowly but surely, Katie's pussy was being revealed. He kept on looking at her face to see if she was waking up. The princess was sound asleep. 

Alex almost came when he saw her beautiful pussy. There was barely any hair, except for the 1/2 inch wide strip of blonde fuzz. Alex pulled her panties down even more until they ended up at her ankles, at which point he removed them completely and brought them to his face. He sniffed the wet spot and found the scent to be intoxicating. It was slightly musky and sweet. Dropping the panties to the floor, he moved to the edge of the bed and slowly spread Katie's legs. He could see that her labia were puffy and her clit was peaking out from between them.He couldn't believe how aroused his sister was in her sleep. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care whether she would wake up or not. 

The bed springs squeaked as he moved in between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. "Ahhh..ohhhh...mmmm..,"moaned Katie, still asleep but responding to his tongue which was jutting in an out of her cunt.He was in pussy heaven. He had never tasted a pussy as sweet as this. He was fucking her with his tongue and savoring the taste of her arousal.

Suddenly Katie opened her eyes and looked down at the source of her pleasure. "Alex?...mmmm..what are you doing? Why am I in your room...oh my god..ohhhhh..that feels so good.." Alex didn't bother stopping. Instead he concentrated on her clit, licking around it, and then sucking on it. Katie was bucking her hips wildly and arching her back. She was lost in the incredible sensations that Alex's mouth was creating. 

Katie climaxed with a loud moan and closed her thighs tightly, locking Alex's head between them. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably. Alex continued sucking and licking until Katie calmed down and eased her hold on his head. He lifted his head and looked at Katie. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth parted. She was breathing heavily. He licked his lips."How do you feel baby?.." he asked. "Mmmm...good..,"she replied. "Your pussy tastes so sweet..want a taste?," he said and moved up until he was on top of her and kissed her passionately. Katie could taste herself as she explored his mouth with her tongue. 

He broke the kiss and started kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts. Alex had her moaning in no time as he sucked her breasts.

Then he stopped. "I have to fuck you so bad...,"he said and grabbed her thighs, pushing them apart and up so that Katie's knees were pushing against her breasts. Her cunt and ass were totally exposed to him. He stroked his hard (and hurting) cock, spreading the precum over the head to lubricate it. He had an almost animal urge to force his cock to the hilt into her gaping pussy and fuck her brains out, but he knew he had to be careful. His cock was over 9" long with a plum-sized head and a very thick shaft. Not a lot of women could take him.

He rubbed his cock up and down her slippery cunt, and she moaned as he rubbed the head against her engorged clit.

"Fuck me Alex..ohh..fuck me NOW," she pleaded as he continued teasing her clit. He obliged, positioning his cock against her gaping cunthole, and pushed the head in."Ohhhh...,"she grunted feeling the painful pressure. He pushed again, this time burying four more inches. He couldn't believe how tight she was. Her tightness was driving him crazy, and he buried the rest of his cock with the third thrust.

Then he withdrew, and plunged into her again, and again, and again, each time causing her to squeal with pleasure as his meat filled her up.

Alex fucked her for twenty minutes, pounding into her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her ass. They climaxed at the same time, her pussy contracting against his cock, causing him to spurt his seed into her womb. "Ohhhhhh goddd...Mmmmm...Ohhhhhh...Ohhhh..Uhhhhh!," she moaned as he continued spurting his cum inside her. 

When they were done, he withdrew his cock, and collapsed on the bed next to her. They were panting heavily. 

That night, Katie licked his cock clean and sucked him off, giving him the best blow job he's ever had, after which they fucked until morning came. And this was only day 1 of his vacation.

Day two was much more interesting...



A Stormy Night



I'll never forget the crazy look that came into my girlfriend's eyes Cathy, the night of the thunderstorm. It had been a bad one the lighting was forked all the time in the sky. The thunder boomed so fierce it made you want to cover your ears.

A few times I felt that the whole world was coming to an end. 

Cathy and I had been playing games together on the computer, holding hands. We were alone. When the storm hi, she stared at fascination, out the windows at the black thunderheads and the unremitting lighting. There were a few times, she jumped at the boom of thunder. I knew at that point, I was in trouble.

"Lets fuck," she said, never taking her eyes off of the storm. There was a glazed expression on her face that both scared me and excited me.

"Now," I said.

"Now," she said.

"Well I need a little incentive to get a hard-on," I said.

With out a word, Cathy dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants. She sucked it down between her white teeth, forcing a yelp of anticipation from me. She sucked me deep in, then pressed her lips firmly around my shaft and slid them up to the head. She flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, back and forth, back and forth. The feeling was intense. Then she sucked me deeply in again. I felt her tongue curl around my shaft, seeking what she called my turn on vein. She sucked on it until m cock became rock hard in her mouth, just to make sure my cock was hard enough, she sucked it further into her mouth. My cock became a rod of iron trickling pre-cum on Cathy's tongue. The booming thunder started to increase my desire.

Looking at the horny sparkle of Cathy's eyes, her need for fucking was out of control.

"Perfect," Cathy mumbled around my cock, letting it drop from her mouth. It stood straight out from my crotch, pre-cum leaking from the tip, hard and ready for Cathy. Cathy removed her dress, panties, and then bra, she knew how much her tits turn me on, then she said, "Sit in that chair."

The computer desk came equipped with an ancient wooden chair. Wondering what she had in her mind, I sat down in the chair, holding my hard cock.

Cathy turned the chair so that I was facing towards the window. Facing away from me she squatted, swatted my hand away from my cock, and took my cock into her hand. Then she lowered herself down on my cock, slipped it into her soaking wet pussy. Finally with thunder and lighting underscoring her actions, she sat down on my lap with a delighted "woooomph".

As she sat down on my lap I could feel her silky slick pussy swallowing my cock, squeezing and releasing me in its hot grip. I grabbed the chair, gritting my teeth against the pressure and pleasure of her pussy, and prepared myself for what looked like a rough ride.

Looking out the window I watched the rain lashing down, hitting the window. Cathy began to move up and down, furiously bouncing on my cock, riding me like an untamed stallion. As she twisted her pussy around my cock. I closed my eyes, feeling excitement building up in rapidly in my balls.

I grabbed her tits, and whispered in her ear, "Fuck me, Cathy, fuck me hard, and fuck me forever, and fuck me now"

" If you think the thunder out there is shocking, you should feel the thunder your pussy is making in my balls woman."

Cathy started to moan, softly and then, as she held on to the arms of the chair, she started moving up and down, faster on my cock, her pussy was glancing off my balls, her moans increased in volume and frequency. 

"I love your cock, you don't know how much I needed your cock, thundering in my pussy."

"Oh I am about to cum," Said Cathy.

She heaved herself down on my cock, squashing my balls under her ass. I gritted my teeth, I knew her climax would be to strong for me to resist or hold out back much longer; we would both cum only once on this occasion, but it would be delightful.

My cock was caught helplessly in the maelstrom of her climax, I could feel her pussy swirling around me. A fierce unrelenting pulling that over whelmed my body.

I arched my back and opened my mouth, but no sound could come out. All my energy was centered in my cock as I started shooting my cum in long, streams from the head of my cock, into Cathy's pussy. She was wailing out my name as my cum cascaded into her. Before long there was no more room for my cum and it started spilling out of her pussy, down my cock and balls, to the floor.

One of these days Cathy and I maybe getting married, I am checking out which states have the most, wildest thunderstorms. 



A Stormy Night



You are home alone.

You take your dog out for a walk and when you come home your door is ajar.

You are nervous but you enter.

You hear nothing, so you move into your living room.

Looking around and still hearing nothing you dismiss the door as your own mistake.

You move to your kitchen and get a drink of water.

The dog runs to the bottom of the stairs.

You move next to her and listen.

Still silence.

You start up the stairs, slowly, one at a time.

Halfway up you hear a slight creak, you stop, your heart is pounding.

You move slowly up the rest of the stairs.

At the top of the stairs you stop and listen, again, silence. You have a mixed feeling of fear, and anticipation.

You move toward your bedroom and notice the light on.

The door is also ajar.

You seem to remember turning the light off.

Slowly you move to push the door open.

Your bedroom looks as if there is nothing out of place.

Your fear subsides as you move to the dresser to pull out a t-shirt and sweats.

You undress with the intention of laying down with a book.

As you undress the dog starts to whimper a little and you turn. She seems to just be a little nervous.

You look around and figure it's nothing.

You lay down on your bed in the t-shirt and decide to leave the sweats off.

Lying on your side you start to read.

Suddenly you hear the wind outside kicking up.

A flash of lightning goes off.

A light rain starts outside and you listen as it hits the window.

You start to feel relaxed as the sounds hypnotize you.

A sudden flash of lightning and a clap of thunder startle you.

With the flash , the lights in the house go out.

You start to worry, but you remember that you locked the door as you came in.

You lay the book down and rest your head on your pillow.

Listening to the rain you start to get drowsy and fall in and out of a light sleep.

A flash of lightning goes off again and startles you to open your eyes, making you look at a man hovering over you.

You start to rise up but his hands are on your shoulders quickly and pushing you down on the bed covering your mouth.

He tells you not to make a sound. There is a faint smell of alcohol on his breath, but he doesn't seem drunk.

You can taste a bit of sourness from his hand over your mouth.

Your heart races.

He says nothing but looks at your face and into your eyes.

You suddenly notice this man is completely naked.

His hand slowly moves from your mouth , you say nothing.

He leans up and moves his legs between yours, spreading you wide.

He leans down and rubs his face along side yours.

You feel his unshaven jaw.

He reaches over and brings up a small bit of rope.

Taking your wrists he ties them together and puts them over your head and ties them to the headboard.

He tightens the rope a little , you feel the tightness but it doesn't hurt.

He slowly moves his body down along yours and for the first time you feel his cock rub against you.

You feel a tingle between your legs.

He takes more rope from the side of the bed and ties first your left leg, then your right to the bedposts, spread-eagled.

He tells you not to make a noise and you won't get hurt.

He stands up and walks around the bed admiring his skills with knots.

A flash of lightning brightens the room and you notice his cock.

It is hard as a rock and at least 9 inches long.

He moves up to the head of the bed and sits along side your head.

He slowly moves his finger tips around your nipples.

You move along with his movements.

You look at his face and he looks at yours.

There is a glimmer in his eyes that almost scares you.

You can feel moisture between your legs. Suddenly he stands up and quickly straddles your chest.

His cock is at your lips.

You look up at him as he reaches down and starts to stroke his rock hard cock.

You can't stop watching this man pleasure himself so close to your mouth.

A clear drop forms on the head of his cock.

He squeezes his shaft and lets it drip to your lips.

To his surprise you open your mouth an lick at his cock.

He leans forward and pushes his cock to your lips.

You open your mouth for him.

He slides his cock deep into your mouth, you gag at first but take the entire 9 inches. His hand moves to the back of your head as he moves his cock out of your mouth.

As the head of his cock reaches your lips he forcefully pushes it to the back of your throat again.

You gag again but you hold on, sucking his cock deep.

He starts to move in and out of your mouth faster, forcing it deeper.

You feel it hitting the back of your throat with such force.

You wish your hands were free to feel this mans ass and to push his cock deeper. His hand moves to your hair as he grabs a handful and starts to fuck your face faster and faster.

You can hardly keep pace with him sucking and sucking his hard cock.

With both hands he grabs the sides of your head and pulls you onto his cock.

You feel his legs tighten and his cock jerks in your mouth.

You feel hot cum filling your mouth and sliding down your throat.

You can't hold it all in your mouth and some drips down the side of your face.

Your cheeks expand with the force and the amount of cum from this man's cock.

You swallow as fast as you can, taking as much as you can.

He slows his thrusts and moves away from the bed.

You lay there feeling your mouth stretched and your throat a little sore from the face fucking.

You feel cum along the sides of your face and you can taste it deep in your mouth.

You lick your lips and get more in your mouth.

Meanwhile he sits in a chair across the room. You see a flash from a lighter and you smell the forgotten smell of tobacco being lit.

You try to look around, to get a glimpse of him, but you only see his shadow and the glow of his cigarette.

Your mouth is sore, but you feel excitement at what just happened. Your pussy is still moist, and throbbing. Wondering how that cock would feel fucking you hard.

The man moves quickly and puts his cigarette in the glass of water you had brought upstairs.

As he moves past you, you notice that his cock is growing again. He kneels at the foot of the bed and move his hand along your inner thighs.

He massages your legs, moving his hands up and over your hips.

His face moves closer as he smells you. His tongue moves to your pussy and flickers along the outer lips.

He moves in with his hands and pushes against your pussy lips.

Massaging and rubbing . Spreading your pussy wide.

He presses against you with two fingers and you open up around them, taking them into your pussy.

You gasp at the feeling. He moves in and out of you , rough and hard.

His tongue starts flickering at your pussy, looking for your clit.

His lips suck you into his mouth and he traps your clit between his teeth.

Rolling his teeth from side to side against it, his tongue hitting it with sharp jabs.

He moves his fingers out of your wet pussy and adds another to the finger-fucking.

You start moving your hips wildly against his three fingers and his mouth.

You are so wet and the feeling of being fucked by almost a whole hand is making you buck against this mans hand wildly.

Suddenly his hand is removed.

He moves just as quick, kneeling between your legs, and sliding his rock hard cock deep into your pussy.

You lose your breath with the feeling of his 9 inches completely inside you.

His hands move underneath you and grab your ass cheeks, lifting you.

With such force, his hips start moving against you.

You feel your pussy stretch around his cock as it grows bigger inside of you.

He pulls his cock all the way out only to ram it deep inside you again.

His balls slapping against your ass.

He is fucking you hard , his hands pulling you onto his cock as he is forcing it deeper inside you.

You feel an orgasm rising inside you and you are rocked by the force of it.

You let out a scream, as you do he muffles it with the ball of his palm.

You gently bite down as you let out a whimper against his hand.

He doesn't let up , still fucking you as hard as he was. You are amazed at his staying power and of how hard his cock stays.

He reaches down and pinches your nipples as he fucks your pussy.

You moan deeply and you notice , for the first time, a slight smile on his face.

He starts to fuck you faster and harder than before.

Grunting and moaning with each thrust.

Pinching and pulling your nipples.

You start to feel another orgasm , this one stronger than the last. You start to buck wildly under him moaning and groaning loudly and he does nothing to muffle your sounds.

You are racked with an almost convulsive feeling as the orgasm washes through you.

You stiffen at it's peak , he holds onto you and doesn't let up with the massive strokes he's taking in and out of your pussy.

As the feeling subsides and your muscles relax, you feel his still hard cock slide from your pussy.

He moves his thighs under yours and raises you up on his legs.

The ropes on your ankles give a little. You suddenly realize what is about to happen and a look of fear comes to your face.

Again the smile returns to his lips.

You whimper, waiting .

With a quick thrust of his hips, his cock is pressed against your asshole.

You feel a "pop" as your muscle gives way and his cockhead slides inside you.

He moves slower now. Pressing against you, his cock slowly slides inside, 2 inches, 4 inches, 6 inches.

He pulls back, bringing his cock almost all the way out.

Suddenly he moves forward hard, burying his entire cock deep into your asshole.

You gasp, pulling against the ropes on your wrist.

His hands on your hips.

He fucks your ass fast and hard.

You start to give in, relaxing against him.

With each thrust you feel more pleasure.

You start to push your ass down onto his cock, flexing your muscle around him.

He notices your movements and starts to fuck you harder.

Faster and harder. His cock deep inside your ass.

Both of you grunting and groaning.

His thrusts slow slightly but are harder against you.

His body stiffens as he thrusts deep inside you. You feel his cock jerk inside your asshole.

You feel a warm flood of cum fill your asshole as he buries his head against your shoulder.

His cock spasms inside you , you squeeze your asshole around his cock , milking him with your muscle.

Silent, he lays on top of you, breathing slightly heavier than in the beginning.

You are amazed at the experience you've just had.

Suddenly he moves off of you.

Goes to the closet across the room where he was hidden and dresses.

He takes a knife from his pocket and moves toward you.

He reaches out and cuts the rope around you wrist.

As he turns and leaves, you find yourself reaching down and gently rubbing your pussy and thinking of the experience you just had. 



A Stormy Night



Published by BarondeSade 
Copyright 2013 BarondeSade

Feel free to do whatever you wish with this story...

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental...

All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are above the age of eighteen...



One Stormy Night



Chapter One – The Storms



Emily and Caleb were returning from a two-week visit with her sister, Gloria. They had gotten a late start and now it looked like they were going to have to pay for it.

"The storm is approaching Haleyville and Highway 216. It should arrive within the next half-hour. All persons should take shelter as soon as possible. You can expect strong winds and heavy rain with possible hail. Travel is not recommended!" the radio blared as Emily drove along looking at the dark cloud approaching from the west.

"I guess we're not going to make it home tonight. Better stop somewhere along here because I'm certainly not driving through that thing!" Emily said, nervously looking at the ominous dark clouds.

"Want me to drive?" Caleb, always the adventurer, asked, more out of bravado than any real desire to drive through the oncoming storm.

"No! I'm not going to take a chance," Emily fussed. "I know that you're a good driver, but better safe than sorry..."

"Okay," Caleb agreed, actually thankful that his mother had decided not to go on.

"We've still got the sandwiches left from lunch. And the wine in the cooler. We won't even have to go out to eat. It'll be like a picnic, a picnic in the storm," she nervously laughed.

Well, that would give them more time together, Caleb thought to himself. This being his senior year in high school, he would be going away to college pretty soon. He'd really enjoyed his time with his mother on this visit. He couldn't explain the difference in their relationship on this trip, but something seemed to have changed between them. She seemed to be treating him more like a man than her son. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but there was just something different. And he liked that difference! They somehow seemed closer now. And away from home, away from his father, Bud, she had become a different woman. A woman, he sickly thought. Not just Mom! She seemed more at ease, more relaxed, more adventurous. Why she had even bungee-jumped with him. She would never have done that at home. At least he didn't think she would. 

"There's a motel right up there with a vacancy sign," she grinned over at him. "It'll be nice to get out from behind this wheel anyway..."

Caleb sat in the car watching the storm draw closer and closer as the sky grew turned to a deep purple while his mother went into the motel office. The wind was swirling around the parking lot, whipping clouds of debris into the air and tossing it about. 

Then he saw his mother come striding out of the motel office with the key in her hand. As she did, it was hard not to notice the bobbling flounce of her big breasts under her thin blouse. Ashamed of himself, he wondered what they really looked like underneath their covering of cloth. They were big; he knew that by the way she filled out her blouse...

"Got one," Emily told him pitching him the key as she crawled into the car.

Caleb felt another jolt of shame as his eyes dropped down to her thigh when she slid under the steering wheel. He was rewarded with a flash of creamy white thigh before she reached down and huffily pulled her skirt back down. She'd spent most of the afternoon trying to keep her short skirt from riding up her shapely legs and Caleb had spent most of his time sneaking peeks over at them.

Hey, he told himself, he couldn't help it if his mother had pretty legs! He was a guy after all, and she was a woman! A beautiful woman...

"Last time I wear a short skirt on a long trip," she muttered, cranking the car.

"I didn't mind," Caleb nervously joked, "besides you got great gams, Mom!"

"Thank you, but they're hardly what my son should be gawking at all day long," she fussed, turning into their parking spot in front of their room. "Don't you think?"

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a growing boy in case you haven't noticed," he smirked back at her, hoping he wasn't going over the line. 

"Oh, I've noticed," she shot back, turning off the ignition. "Better hurry, looks like the storm is just about here."

And what did she mean by that remark? "Oh, I've noticed!" Was there some hidden meaning in it that he didn't know?

Five minutes later, they were safely tucked away inside their room and had everything stowed away as the first big drops of rain began to splat down in the parking lot. Looking out the window, Caleb watched the big, round circles of water quickly merge into each other and cover the ground with a glistening sheen of rain. 

Then he saw a flash of lightning in the distance as the forked fury vented its anger on earth. It was quite a ways off and it took several seconds for the rumble of thunder to finally find them. 

"Looks like it's here," Emily said, stepping up beside him to watch out the window, too.

"Yep," he said, suddenly feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness.

What was wrong with him, he asked as the fragrance of his mother's flowery perfume wafted over him, mixing with the smell of the rain and adding a new, unfamiliar sense of intimacy to the whole thing. Then he felt her hip brush up against his for the briefest of moments as she turned and walked over to the cooler. 

"Want some wine?" she asked, flipping open the lid to the cooler and pulling out a bottle.

"Sure," he grinned, walking over to join her. 

Standing back at the window with his wine, he watched the flashes of lightning getting closer and closer while the sky grew darker and darker. The storm and dusk seemed to be working in cahoots with dusk to snuff out daylight as night rapidly raced to cover the town. Caleb watched as lights began to blink on outside. They all had a fuzzy, blurry look as he looked out through the rain-smeared glass and the pouring rain. 

Lightning darted and danced over the motel filling the sky above them with a dazzling display of aerial fireworks. The accompanying symphony of thunder added a sense of excited suspense to the whole thing. It was almost as if it were an overture to something...something big...something even grander. But much more foreboding. 

"The storm is over Haleyville and should last for about another thirty minutes," the weathercaster said from the television set. "But there is another more severe storm approaching just behind this one. There should be about a twenty minute lull between the storms but be prepared for an even more impressive light show when the second cell moves over..."

"I don't know what it is, but there's something so, so exciting about a thunder storm," Emily murmured. "Exciting and frightening. It makes me feel all nervous and jittery inside..."

At that very moment, there was a blinding flash of light outside the window and everything went dark. A half a moment later, the room was shaken by a deafening crash of thunder. 

"Oh, my Goodness!" Caleb heard his mother huff under her breath. 

"You okay?" he asked her, unable to see her in the pitch black. 

"Uh, yeah, just a little more frightened now," she murmured, her voice coming closer.

Then he felt something soft and giving brush up against his arm, jostling his glass of wine as the air around him was once again filled with the heady fragrance of Lilacs. 

"Oops!" he heard his mother mumble, as another flash of light filled the room and Caleb found their faces only inches apart. 

Staring into each other's eyes for that brief instant, neither of them moved. But this flash of lightning seemed to flicker on forever as they stood transfixed, frozen in time, the air around them sparking and hissing with electricity and excitement! Caleb suddenly had an almost overpowering urge to kiss her! He could almost feel her hot breath on his lips as the distance between their lips seemed to shrink. Then the lightning was gone and they were back in the dark but their lips touched ever so lightly for a fleeting moment. 

"Uh, sorry," she nervously coughed and Caleb felt the soft pressure of her breast leave his arm. "Didn't mean to bump into you!"

"That's okay," he mumbled. "It's darker than the ace of spades in here."

"I'm glad that we have the wine," she anxiously laughed. "I'd be scared witless if I were completely sober. The wine takes the edge off everything. Speaking of which..."

Then Caleb heard the tinkle of glass against glass as she was apparently trying to refill her glass with more wine. There had been something sickly exciting and stirring about their brief encounter. He couldn't put a finger on precisely what had happened. But he swore that their lips had actually touched. While it wasn't really a kiss, it was close enough to get the motors running. It seemed that they had been close to kissing, and he wanted to give it another chance as he slowly started shuffling toward where he thought his mother stood. Groping in the dark, he felt a spark of electricity jolt up his arm as his fingers nudged up against something soft and giving. It was her breast again. Even hidden inside her brassiere, it had a soft pliancy to it.

"Oops! Sorry," he lied, holding his hand pressed against it for a moment before reluctantly pulling his hand back away from it. 

The room was suddenly filled with light again and they found themselves only inches apart for a second time. Their eyes met for another brief instant and something dark and sinister seemed to pass between them. The air around them crackled and became unbearably hot. It was difficult to breathe and Caleb felt a sheen of perspiration pop out on his forehead!

Then his mother gave out a soft, nervous cough and stepped back. Turning away from him, she stumbled back over to the window and looked out into the stormy night. 

What was going on, he asked himself? Something had just happened between them! But what? He could sense the charged atmosphere of the room. He couldn't put his finger on just exactly what was happening, but he swore something had happened in that brief moment their lips had touched.

And now he had a stirring feeling that was similar to how he felt before he went out on a date. That same nervous, jittery, butterflies in the stomach feeling. He had never felt like this before...with his mother! He felt himself being drawn to her, not as his mother, but by a different, darker attraction! And that overpowering urge to kiss her was growing stronger by the moment...

As he stood thinking about what was happening the television began to blare again. 

"...the second storm is rapidly approaching..." Caleb heard the weatherman drone on as he saw that his mother was blushing in the glare of the lights. 

"Uh, I think I'll get dressed for bed while we still have some light," she mumbled, setting her glass down and hurrying over to her suitcase.

"Uh, that's probably a good idea," he told her, watching her pull a filmy, red nightgown out and hurry into the bathroom closing the door behind her. 

Damn, he told himself, that gown is so sheer, you can see right through it! What was she thinking? Was that what she wanted? Did she want him to see her body? Or had she just forgotten how sheer it was in the rush to get dressed for bed in case the lights went out again?

This was all new territory for him. He had never thought of his mother like this! And he didn't know why it was happening tonight. Maybe it was the buzz he had from the wine! Maybe it was the testosterone pouring through his blood stream! Or maybe the ozone from the storm! Or maybe it was just the excitement of being all alone with her. Or maybe it was storm! Or maybe it was a combination of all of them, but whatever it was, he felt all excited and tingly. All warm and prickly down there, like something was going to happen! Something was going to happen between them...

Then he poured himself another glass of wine and stood by the window watching the storm and waiting for his mother to return. 

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and he saw his mother stick her head out. 

"Caleb, Honey, could you turn the light out for a second until I get in bed?" she asked him. "This is the only nightgown I have and it's pretty revealing."

"Uh, sure, okay, Mom," he disappointedly mumbled, trudging over to the light switch and flipping it off. 

The shaft of light escaping from the bathroom blinked out just then, plunging the room into total darkness once again. Then he heard the bathroom door close. 

"Fuck—ouch—" he heard his mother yelp. 

"Are you okay? Do you want me to turn the light on," he asked, his fingers resting on the light switch.

"No! I just stubbed my toe a little. I'm fine," he heard her say from across the room. "Just a minute..."

"Just say when," he told her.

"Okay, now," she finally said. 

Blinking in the bright light, he looked over and saw that his mother was in her bed with the bedspread pulled up under her chin hiding her body from his prying eyes. 

"Could you be a Sweetie Pie and bring my wine over here?" she asked, sneaking her arm out from the covers and extending it toward him, batting her big, brown eyes at him. 

"Uh, sure," he said, wondering if the something between them had simply been a figment of his fevered teenage mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to have disappeared, he sadly thought.

Stepping over to her bed, he handed her the glass of wine, trying to catch a peek of her big breasts in the process. 

But any opportunity for such an occurrence was quickly snuffed out by a crackling rip of lightning as the room was plunged into total darkness once again. Caleb flinched when a blast of thunder followed the lightning, shaking the room.

"I guess I might as well get into bed, too," he forlornly muttered, groping his way through the dark toward his bed. "Looks like there's not much going to be going around here tonight except thunder and lightning."

"I guess not," he heard his mother murmur from her bed. 

Striping down to his shorts in the dark, he slid under the sheets and lay back to listen to the storm. The rain beating down on the room was so loud, it sounded like the snare drummer in a band. The brilliant flashes of lightning were getting closer and the thundering crashes following them grew louder and louder. 

Damn! Damn! Damn! He cursed to himself, shoving his hand down into his boxer shorts to his throbbing cock. The close intimacy of their encounters had taken their toll on his cock and it was hard and frustrated. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to slowly work his hand up and down.

"Uh, Caleb, Honey..." Caleb heard his mother plaintively whine from her bed.

A wave of guilt washed over Caleb. What was he doing? His mother was laying not more than ten feet away and here he was with his fucking cock in his hand beating off right in front of her. Could she hear him above the storm?

"Yeah, Mother..." Caleb answered her, a touch of frustration in his voice as he wondered what she wanted. 

"I'm frightened..." he heard her whimper." Could you come hold me...hold me until the storm is over..."

She wanted him to hold her? Was this it? Did she want more? But what if she didn't? What if it was just like she said and she was scared. Scared and just wanted him to hold her?

Oh, shit, he fumed to himself. Now she'll know! She'll know that I have a hard on!

"Uh, yeah, I guess so" he grunted, throwing his sheet off and swinging his legs out of bed. Fumbling for his glass, he found it and quickly gulped down the last of the wine. Quit complaining, fool, he told himself. Isn't this what you wanted?

Reaching down, he made sure that his stiff peter wasn't sticking out of his shorts then he blindly groped his way toward her bed with his arms outstretched in front of him. Suddenly, his knees bumped up against her bed at the same instant his hand brushed against quivering, bare flesh. A bare breast? What the fuck was going on, he deliriously wondered

"Oops, sorry," he grunted, pulling his hand away from her breast, feverishly wondering why it wasn't covered by her gown. 

'That's okay, you couldn't see," she murmured as he heard the rustle of the bed sheets. "Slide in under the sheets."

Caleb's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might just explode, and the roaring in his head was so loud he couldn't hear the thunder outside any more. Sliding under the covers, he slowly scooted over until he brushed up against the warm softness of her body as she snuggled up against him.

"Thank you," she softly whispered into his ear.

"You're welcome," he somehow choked out.

The storm raging outside couldn't compare with the one raging inside Caleb's fevered brain. Fearfully, he eased her arm under her neck and gently pulled her to him. As he did, he could feel her big, soft breasts pressing against his ribs and her belly resting against his hip. Strangely, he could feel the slippery material of her gown covering her now. And he could feel her hot breath on his ear as she curled her arm around him and gently pulled him to her. 

"That's better..." she softly whispered, giving him a little hug." I'm not as scared now..."

Caleb was in a panic. He had a hard on that was growing harder and harder each fiery moment as his mother snuggled up against him. And there was nothing between them but the silky, thin gown. She smelled so good. Her body was so soft and warm pressed up against him as the lightning flashed and the thunder grumbled and growled outside the motel. And every time the thunder crackled, his mother jumped and hugged him a little tighter.

Bending his arm, he nervously tickled his fingers down her bare back. 

"That feels nice," she murmured, pressing herself against him a feather harder. 

Then his fingers brushed across the little silk ribbon that was tied in a loose knot and held her gown together. The gown had a split down the back all the way from her neck to the top of her ass and was held together by the single satin ribbon. Untying that knot would allow the front of her gown drop away, drop down off her big breasts. 

What would happen if it came undone, he tipsily wondered? All the wine he had consumed was suddenly making him feel foolishly brazen. And the warm, soft body pressed up against him was making him grow braver and braver. He could tell her that the ribbon had caught on his ring or something, he told himself. Then he began to gently pluck at it with his fingertips. 

Suddenly, another flash of lightning was followed immediately by another peal of thunder making his mother jump. As she did, he jumped, too, jerking on the ribbon and untying it!

"That was close," he whispered, realizing that nothing now held her gown up but the pressure of their two bodies pressed against each other. 

"Yes, it was," she whispered back, hugging him tighter. 

What now, he asked himself, his fingers brushing over the soft, smooth skin of her back? Slowly he let his fingers trail down her bare back until they were brushing over the small of her back just above the swell of her butt. 

"I think I had too much to drink," she murmured, slowly easing back away from him for a moment. And as she did, the gown went slithering down off her breasts and onto the bed between them. 

Oh, shit, he frantically thought! Now she'll know. She'll know that her gown is untied—

Expecting her to pull away from him, or pull the gown back up, Caleb was surprised when she did neither. What was going on? Numbly wondering what was happening, he felt her ease back up against him! Didn't she know? Couldn't she feel it? Was she just ignoring it, thinking it was an accident or something? Or did she do it on purpose? Was she telling him something? Was she telling him to go ahead? Telling him that she was too drunk to stop him, he numbly wondered? This time, he could feel the bare flesh of her breasts pressed against his side as the swollen jut of her big, hot nipples digging into his skin.




A Stormy Night



"Me, too!" he groaned out, wishing he had the courage to touch her big, soft tits. 

Neither of them moved for a couple of minutes. They just lay pressed against each other listening to the storm rage outside. Then Caleb felt his mother ease away from him and slowly roll over onto her back. 

Was it over, he stormed? Was she done with him? Did she want him to leave now? All these frenzied thoughts swirled through his head as he lay waiting. Waiting for a signal! Waiting for her to tell him what to do. Waiting for something...

Scarcely able to breathe, he felt her hands slowly curl around his trembling hand. Then, a spasm of electricity fired off inside his brain as she slowly lifted his hand up to one of her quivering breasts. 

"Touch it..." she softly murmured, laying his hand on her breast. Then her hand moved away from his. 

Caleb was in an ecstatic fog as he gently clutched at her breast. He couldn't believe how soft and warm it was as its big, rubbery nipple rubbed against the palm of his quaking hand. 

"Too much to drink," she murmured, gently thrusting her breast up against his groping hand. "Shouldn't do this..."

Leaning over, Caleb gave her a gentle, loving kiss on the cheek as he fondled her breast with his hand.

As he did, he suddenly found his lips pressed against hers as she quickly turned to face him. He continued to grope and fondle her heaving breast as they kissed long and deeply, their tongues intertwining, twisting, probing, searching! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him! Fighting to hold back the explosion that was building down in his cock, he hoped that he wouldn't shoot his wad and ruin it all. He wanted to come in the worst way, but not like this! He wanted to come inside her!

Emboldened by the kiss, Caleb finally moved his lips away from hers and slowly kissed his way down her cheek onto her neck. Slowly, scooting down as he went, he continued to rain down soft butterfly kisses on her neck and then down onto her shoulder. Keeping his lips pressed against the soft skin, moving lower and lower down onto the slope of her breast, he continued to gently pull and pluck at the big, swollen nipple sticking out of its tip. It seemed to take forever, but at last his lips replaced his fingers on the jutting nub of stiff, engorged flesh. Pursing his lips around the swollen rosebud of hard, rubbery flesh, he gently sucked and nipped at it with his lips while he tickled and teased it with his tongue. 

As he gently suckled her, Caleb found his hand resting on her flat belly just below her breast. Easing his hand down under the slippery silk gown, he tickled the tip of a finger down into the little indentation of her belly button and heard a soft murmur escape from her lips. 

The storm outside raged on, but it couldn't match the ferocity of the one swirling around inside his reeling brain. 

How could this be happening, he deliriously wondered? Nothing like this had ever gone on between them and now this? Eighteen years and nothing even remotely like this had happened between them. But now! Now it was like a tidal wave of passion rushing across him, growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. He couldn't fathom it, but there was nothing that could stop him now! He would have her! He would have his MOTHER!

Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved his trembling fingers down over the soft smoothness of her belly, moving lower and lower under the gown. Then electricity tickled up his fingers as his fingertips brushed over the soft, swirl of curls that covered the Y of his mother's ever-so-slightly rounded belly.

Trying to keep his cock from erupting, he tickled his fingers through the soft curls and down onto the ridge of swollen flesh that ran down out of the curls. Following the little, rounded crest, he felt it abruptly end at the fleshy jut of her clit that was sticking up out of its little sheath. 

"Mmmmmmmmm..." she murmured out as he slowly teased the tip of his finger back and forth across the swollen nub.

His mother's clit, he numbly thought! He was playing with his mother's clit! 

Flicking and teasing the tiny nub of flesh, he felt her thigh brush up against his rock-hard, primed cock as her legs slowly parted. Then he felt her fingers clutching at his belly. 

"Touch it—touch you—" she mumbled. "So bad..." 

She wanted to touch him? She wanted to touch his cock? Wanted to touch him so bad? Or what they were doing was so bad? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to stop until she made him or...

Jerking his hand away from her clit, Caleb grabbed hold of the bed covers and threw them back off them. Lifting his mouth off her breast, he spun around until they were lying head to foot with his head even with her hips. The bed shuddered as his mother moved and although he couldn't see it, he knew that he was lying face to face with his mother's pussy. Just then, he felt her hands find his jutting manhood. 

"Oh, God..." he groaned out as he felt her hot lips close down around his aching, throbbing penis.

Futilely fighting to stave off the massive eruption that was about to blow down inside his balls, he felt his mother's hot, wet pussy rubbing up against his chin, coating it with her slippery juices. 

"Mother—Mother—Come! Come!" he blathered out, trying to pull back so that he wouldn't come in her mouth.

But that was not to be as he felt his mother's long, sharp fingernails dig down into his ass. Pulling on him, she pulled his cock even deeper into her mouth as she frantically sucked harder and harder. 

Suddenly, Caleb couldn't stop it! A fiery spasm of pleasure ripped through his peter making it buck and fire out a massive gush of cum into his mother's hot, sucking mouth.

Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, he feverishly thought. He was coming...coming in his MOTHER'S MOUTH! 

Suddenly, as his mother gulped down his creamy gush, the lights blinked on. 

Momentarily blinded by the light, Caleb blinked and looked down at his mother who still had her lips wrapped around his cock as she hungrily sucked and pulled on it. In the bright glare of the lights, his cock continued to buck and jump, spurting out gush after gush of thick, creamy cum into his mother's insistent mouth. Caleb was in a euphoric daze watching his mother's lips coax out more and more of his liquid treasure, one spurt at a time until there was nothing left for her to take. She had taken it all! Stolen his treasure and taken it for her own.

Lightheaded from the spasms of perverted pleasure that had sparked through his brain, he rubbed his face against her weeping pussy. 

Now it was her turn, Caleb told himself, reaching out and pushing her over onto her back. 

Straddling her, he stared down at the beautiful, pink rift of flesh peeking out from between her splayed legs. As he did, he saw her spread her legs apart, opening herself to him. Leaning down, he reached down between her legs and slid his hands under her thighs. Grunting, he lifted her legs up into the air. Finally, with her almost bent double, he draped his arms across the back of her thighs. Now she lay with her legs bent at the knees, her feet sticking straight up into the air, the back of her calves brushing against the bottom of his armpit. Her sweet, juicy pussy was tilted up, lying defenseless and vulnerable to his mouth. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he took in a big whiff of the cloying fragrance of her hot pussy. Enraptured by the scent, he leaned down and rubbed his face in the hot, pungent juices pouring out of her weeping pussy. God, he groaned to himself. God, how he loved the intoxicating smell and the sweet taste of his mother's overheated pussy. It made him want to take the hot juices and smear them all over his body, baptizing himself in its cloying, clinging sweetness. 

Flicking out his tongue, he probed the thick, meaty lips of her pussy apart with its tip. As he did, a trickle of her hot juice leaked out of the opening between her gorged lips and ran down into the crack of her beautiful ass. Gently probing, feeling out the oozing opening of her secrecy, he ovaled his tongue and eased it down into the moist warmth. He heard a gentle murmur escape her lips as he slowly, gently slid his hot, probing tongue in and out of the forbidden secrecy, reveling in the honeyed taste of her arousal. Finally, easing his tongue out of the weeping opening, he teased his tongue up and down the drenched slit finally stopping with the tip of his tongue on her clit. 

Flicking his tongue back and forth across the swollen nub, he felt his mother's lips once again find the head of his cock and gently suck it back inside. 

He could feel his mother's fevered excitement as her whole body trembled from the exertion as she strained and thrust herself against him. He did everything he could think of with his tongue as he flicked, licked, lapped, tickled, and teased her clit with it. His mother's agitation grew more and more intense, more frantic and he could hear her gurgling out around his cock as it quickly responded to her hot mouth and lips. Her beautiful ass was pattering up and down on the bed as Caleb feasted on the forbidden delicacy that lay between her quivering thighs. 

"Omm—Omm—Omm—" she groaned out, thrusting herself up against his hungry mouth as her whole body suddenly stiffened. "Unnnnnnnnn..."

He could feel her straining, pressing herself against him as strange grunting sounds escaped out around his cock. Then suddenly, his face was bathed in a spew of hot, sticky juice as it began to spurt of out her spasming pussy. Closing his eyes to keep the juices out of them, he kept on licking and lapping at her clit as it twitched and quivered under his tongue. He could feel her long fingernails digging into the skin of his back, pulling him down against her as the spasms undulated through her body for the longest time.

At last, her arms flopped out to the side, limply landing on the bed. Sensing the ending of her climax, Caleb slowly lifted his juice-smeared mouth up away from her drenched pussy and clit. Lifting his arms, one at a time, he let her long legs lifelessly flop back down onto the bed. Raising his ass up into the air, he eased his fully recharged penis out of his mother's mouth. 

"Caleb..." she drooled, a drivel of spit trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "So wrong...too much drink..."

"Mother..." Caleb murmured, lifting his leg and spinning off her, making sure not to bang her in the face with his knee as he did. 

"My Baby..." she mumbled as she watched him spin around, crawling down the bed and back up between her lifelessly splayed legs. "Wrong...too far...can't, not that..." 

Stop now? He couldn't. They had come too far. He had to have her.

Her red, silk gown was now bunched up around her waist as Caleb leaned down and eased his hands under her thighs. Ignoring her protest, he quickly lifted them back up into the air. Curling his hands around her thighs, he pressed them down against her giant, quivering breasts. The crook of her ankles rested on top of his shoulders, her ankles brushing against his neck as he dipped his hips and eased his cock down toward her drooling pussy.

"So wrong..." she mumbled out, but her hands dove down between her legs and quickly found his jutting manhood. Pushing it down, she quickly fitted the round, tapered tip of the head of his penis into the juice-slickened opening of her vagina. 

A spasm of perverse excitement sparked through Caleb's fevered mind as he leaned forward and eased his cock down into the clutching tightness of his mother's pussy. Oh, God, he cursed to himself. He was in her! His cock was inside her pussy! He was fucking his mother! 

He wanted to ram his cock into her, take her totally, fully with one lunge. But he also wanted to savor every wicked moment. Take her slowly and lovingly so he could treasure and cherish every last second of the desecration. He wanted her to feel him inside her. Feel him slowly entering her sacred chalice bit by bit until he was totally and completely buried down inside the hallowed chamber.

Deeper and deeper into the clinging tightness he went, until finally, he couldn't take it anymore and lunged forward finishing the defilement and driving himself down into the fiery heat all the way to the hilt. 

"Unhhhh!" she grunted out as their groins wetly slapped together and his big balls slapped up against her upturned butt. 

Holding himself immersed in the forbidden, juice-filled void, he could feel the soft, warm soles of her feet pressing against the sides of his head and her sharp fingernails clawing at his belly.

Leaning down, he found the soft fullness of her lips as he tenderly kissed her. Then, after the longest time, he started moving, rocking back and forth as he fucked her with loving tenderness. 

"So wrong...so good..." she gurgled out, reaching up and locking her hands behind his head. 

Looking down into her beautiful, brown eyes, Caleb saw a distant, faraway look, as if she were staring right through him. As if he wasn't even there! But he was, he deliriously thought, working his hips back and forth and sliding his big cock in and out of her juice-slickened pussy. He was there fucking her! Fucking her as the storm crackled and boomed outside. Everything was perfect, he giddily thought. The perfect storm! The storm outside, the storm inside, his mother's dainty feet waving in the air beside his head as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. And with her pelvis tipped up, he was sinking down into the hot, clutching mush all the way up to the hilt every time. And every time, the head of his big cock delicately nudged up against her cringing cervix as she lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting herself up at him on every stroke. 

"This is so wrong...so good..." she gurgled, pulling his face down to hers and finding his lips with hers. 

He could feel her trembling again, straining as she thrust herself back against his determined attack. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" came a loud knocking on the door!

"What the fuck!" Caleb cursed. 

Pulling back, Caleb guiltily jerked his stiff, hard cock out of her drooling pussy.

"What? What's wrong?" his mother mumbled seemingly in a trance.

"The door—someone is at the door!" he grumbled, crawling back out from between her legs and dropping his feet to the floor. 

Caleb was in a panic! Who could it be? Could it somehow be his father? How had he found out? The adrenaline coursing through his fevered brain was making cogent thought impossible as Caleb pushed up off the bed.

There were so many things that could go wrong and explode in their faces, he guiltily thought. 

Staggering over to the door, he looked out the peephole and saw a man wearing a raincoat standing outside the door. Who was he, Caleb frantically wondered? He had never seen the man before! 

Leaving the little chain restraint locked and with his heart racing a thousand miles an hour, he slowly reached down and cautiously opened the door a crack. 

As the door opened a crack, the man tried to see inside the room through the crack. 

"Uh, Yes..." Caleb choked out.

"Looks like the storm is over and we're just going around checking to make sure that everyone is okay..." the manager said, still trying to see into the room.

"Uh, yeah, uh, everything is fine," Caleb mumbled, a gush of relief washing over him. "Yeah, uh, we're fine!"

"Well, okay," the manager grinned, winking knowingly and stepping back away from the door. "Y'all have a good night!"

Easing the door closed, Caleb turned and leaned back against it, trying to keep his wobbly knees from giving way.

"It was the manager," Caleb mumbled, looking over and seeing that his mother was lying in the bed with the covers once again pulled up under her chin. "He wanted to know if we were okay."

"Oh," his mother murmured, making no move to drop the covers.

Then Caleb glanced over and saw the open blinds on the window where they had been watching the storm.

"Shit! He could see us," he groaned, reaching up and flicking off the light switch plunging the room back into darkness. 

Just then, the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand filled the room as Caleb rushed over and closed the blinds. 

"Guess we got a little careless," he said, slowly walking back to the bed with his penis now at half-mast. 

"Uh-huh..." his mother murmured, her eyes dropping down to his cock, but making no move to uncover herself. 

"Uh, you okay?" he asked her.

"Uh, I guess," she said, her voice quavering ever so slightly. "Just thinking what would happen if we got caught..."

"We won't get caught," he told her. "And even if we did, no one knows you're my mother!"

"But that's the scary part," she whispered. "What if they did find out? We could go to jail or something even worse! So many bad things could happen..."

"But they won't! No one will ever know but you and me!" Caleb declared, reaching for the covers to pull them back off her.

"I'm scared," she whined, fighting to hold onto the covers as he strained to pull them off. 

"Everything will be okay, Mother," he complained, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice as he struggled with her. 

At last he was able to overcome her and finally rip the covers out of her clenched fists. Jerking the covers off her, he saw that her legs were now firmly pressed together hiding herself from him. 

"But, Mother..." he groaned out, clutching at her knees with his hands.

"This is so wrong, Caleb," she whined, fighting to keep her knees pressed together.

Forcing his hands down between her legs, he strained to force them apart as she fought against him. Leaning down, he gently kissed her quivering knee and felt an ever so slight weakening in her resistance as his hands were able to force her legs apart a tiny bit more. 

"Please, Mother..." he begged and felt another almost imperceptible weakening, letting the gap between her long, shapely legs widen even more. 

"Wrong...so wrong..." she whimpered. But more and more strength was flowing out of her legs and Caleb was able to force them apart until at last, they were lying flat against the bed. Now she lay before him spread wide open and completely exposed to him.

"So pretty," he whispered, slowly, lovingly kissing his way down the soft smoothness of her quivering inner thigh. His lips crept lower and lower, closer and closer to the forbidden delicacy that lay between her widely splayed legs. 

At last his lips found it and he gently probed the weeping slit, spreading the thick, pink lips apart and further exposing the core of her womanhood. Then, with the fleshy lips spread and open, he slowly moved up to the jut of her clit. 

A soft, gurgling murmur escaped from her lips as the tip of his tongue tickled across the jutting rosebud of flesh. 

"Caleb...No...wrong..." she murmured out, but he could hear the conflict in her quavering voice as her fingers dug down into his hair, pushing, forcing his mouth down onto her clit. "Touch me there..."

Caleb's cock was already hard and ripe again, menacingly jutting out as he lazily flicked his tongue back and forth across his mother's clit. Finally, as his mother began to writhe and whine, Caleb slowly kissed his way up over the swatch of fine, soft curls up onto her trembling, tensed belly.

"Don't...don't go!" she fussed. "Touch me there..." 

Ignoring her protestations, he kissed down into the indention of her belly button and kept kissing higher and higher until his lips found one of the big, swollen nipples jutting out from the center of one of her tits. 

Gently nibbling and sucking on the sumptuous berry, he looked up over the swell of her breast to see that his mother had her eyes closed. There was a happy look of bliss on her face as he continued to pluck and pull on the big, stiff nipple with his lips. Finally, Caleb kissed his way down into the deep valley between her big breasts and then up onto the soft, pliancy of her other breast. He quickly found its jutting prize and sucked it into his mouth. Using his tongue as a weapon, he flicked and licked at it, feeling it harden and swell. 




A Stormy Night



At last, he let the swollen nipple slither out of his mouth and kissed his way up the long slope of her big breast to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. As he did, he felt the bloated head of his prick nudge up against the soft wetness between her widely splayed legs. Then as he gently nibbled at her neck, he felt her fingers on his cock pushing its tapered head down to the delicate, oozing opening of her vagina.

"So wrong..." she mumbled out. 

Nibbling and kissing his way up her long, slender neck, he eased his penis back into the clutching heat of her wet, clinging pussy. He heard a soft murmur as he kissed his way up the soft underside of her chin. Moving ever higher and deeper, he kissed up over her rounded chin, then on up to the soft, fullness of her lips. When their lips intimately touched, Caleb found that he was once again totally immersed in the warm moistness of her clinging pussy. Then as they passionately kissed, tongues warring and sparring, he felt his mother's hands curl around his waist, just above the flare of his rounded hips.

"Mother..." he mumbled out into her mouth, feeling her fingernails dig in as she began to gently push and pull on him, coaxing him to begin fucking her once again. 

"Ummmmmmm..." she breathed out, filling his mouth with her hot breath, thrusting her pubis up against him, trying to get him to start. 

Her soft, smooth thighs squeezed against him, rubbing, urging him as her pussy clutched and grabbed at his imbedded cock. 

"Pleasssssseeee!" she hissed out into his mouth, thrusting her big tits into his chest, rubbing them against him as her whole body writhed in gluttonous need!

Sensing that need and seeing that his mother's anguish was at a fever's pitch, Caleb jerked his ass back and began to pound away at her hungry pussy with wild abandon. 

"Oh—Yesssssss!" she hissed again, thrusting her whole body at him, rubbing it against him as he hammered away at her pussy in a frenzied, crazed assault. 

It had never been this way before, he frantically thought. Never had sex reached such a level as this! With the others, it had been wonderful. But with his mother, it was so much more! This is what love should be like, he drunkenly thought. Relenting one's soul and body to another with total renouncement of retribution or repayment. 

Their bodies glistening with sweat, they continued to clash against each other. But Caleb knew that the frenzied level of fucking couldn't last. No one could exert themselves at the level they were subjecting their bodies to without breaking something, blowing something or otherwise failing in some way. 

He could feel the tips of his mother's fingers on his ass, pushing down, forcing him down against her as he savagely humped away at her. Her slippery thighs were squeezing against his hips, rubbing against him while she had her back arched, thrusting herself up against the onslaught. Eyes closed, her mouth clenched shut, lips now a red line and her sweaty forehead etched with a frown, she fought on, grinding her big, soft tits against his heaving chest. The muscles encircling her tight pussy were squeezing down around his pistoning peter like a hand in a velvet glove as she panted her way toward the finish line. 

Digging his toes down into the bed, Caleb jerked his hips back and forth faster and faster. He could feel his own culmination rapidly approaching as his cum-filled balls slapped up against his mother's pattering ass. 

Then he heard his mother gasp and her back arched even more, thrusting herself up against him as her whole body went stiff.

"Oh...Noooooooooo!" she groaned out pulling him down onto her while she trembled and shook.

It was too much for Caleb! Jerking his hips forward, he buried his cock down into her clutching, spasming pussy as a giant gusher of white-hot semen spurted out of it, filling the sacred chamber with its clinging heat. 

"No—no—no—" his mother cried out, her legs squeezing against his thighs as his ass clenched every time his big penis sent another gush of cum into her hungry pussy. "Can't—can't—oh—no—!"

But Caleb was in a euphoric daze, unable to comprehend his mother's moaning protest. They were coming! She was climaxing! He was coming in her pussy! Filling it with his hot, seed-filled essence! Why was she objecting to the consummation of their lovemaking? She had been just as caught up in it as he had...yet now she didn't want him to finish inside her? Why? Why?

He felt scorned and forsaken. She had taken him inside her, but now she didn't want his gift to her. 

Feeling total rejection, he jerked his penis back out of the cum-filled chamber just as the last gob spurted out of it and splashed down onto the lips of her pussy. 

"What? Why?" he gasped, rolling off her and flopping down onto his back beside her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she wept, reaching over and pulling him to her.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, feeling her tear-stained cheek resting on his shoulder. 

"No, no, you didn't hurt me," she said, sniffing back tears. "I...I'm not taking my birth control pills! I didn't think that I would need them...I don't want to get pregnant!"

"I'm sorry," Caleb mumbled, feeling even more rejected than ever. "I didn't know..."

Caleb's numbed mind was in turmoil. Pregnancy was something he hadn't even thought about. All he had cared about was getting his rocks off in his mother's pussy. Those consequences weren't a consideration at that time. Nothing else had mattered but the consummation of their fiery passion. Now his mother was telling him that she didn't want his baby! 

A baby? A child? His child? Him a father? It was all too much to fathom! He was too young to be a father! Wasn't he? It made his head ache just to think about it!

"What...what are you going to do?" he asked her, running his fingers through her sweaty hair.

"I...I don't know...I just don't know," she mumbled sleepily. "I just don't know..."





Chapter Two – The Dilemma



Caleb awoke with a strange sense of foreboding. A nagging itch inside his brain warned him that things weren't right. He was almost afraid to open his eyes. Then, he realized there was a soft, warm body pressed up against him. What? He couldn't get his mind around it all. It seemed to be stuck in neutral. Then suddenly, like water gushing through a breach in a dam, it came gushing into his chaotic mind!

It was his mother! It was his mother lying next to him! And he had made love to her last night during the storm!

The panic of the moment before turned to elation and joy as he reached out and draped his arm across her gravity-flattened breasts.

"Ummmm...Joseph..." he heard her murmur as she snuggled herself up against him. 

Joseph? His father, Joseph. She thought he was his father, he frantically thought as a spasm of jealousy fired off in his brain!

"Mother..." Caleb whispered into her ear. How could she have forgotten last night?

As he spoke, he saw her eyes flare open as she frantically turned to face him. Eyes wide open, she stared at him in bewilderment.

"Caleb..." she gasped, staring into his eyes. 

Caleb could see the panic in her eyes but didn't know what to do. 

Finally, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

"No! No! No, you can't!" she cried out, throwing his arm off her and shoving him away. "We can't! No more! Not again!" 

Caleb was stunned. Stunned by what she had said and by the fury of her rebuff. After all, he hadn't raped her. She had been a willing participant. Oh, there had been a little resistance at first, but that had quickly melted away. So why was she so angry now?

As he watched, she rolled out of bed, hands and arms flying everywhere, trying to hide her tits and pussy from him. Bewildered, he watched her flee toward the bathroom. As she did, he couldn't keep his eyes off her beautiful ass as it jiggled and rippled with each fleeing step. 

"Mother..." he mumbled out after her as he heard the bathroom door slam shut with a loud crash.

"Now what?" he muttered, throwing himself out of bed.

His mind reeling, he stood by the bed searching for his shorts. He couldn't even remember taking them off. Finding them, he angrily pulled them up his legs. Then he stumbled back over to his bed and quickly pulled on his short pants and tee shirt. After finding his sandals, he decided to start getting everything ready for the trip home. The long, miserable ride home! 

He already had the car packed and ready to leave before his mother finally came out of the bathroom wearing the same blouse and short skirt she had worn yesterday. Yesterday! That seemed so long ago now. It seemed like it had happened days ago! Eons ago! Not yesterday...

"Mother..."Caleb tried to speak.

"I don't want to talk about it," she angrily shut him out, tossing the car keys to him. "Here, you drive!"

Caleb grabbed at the keys, catching them in the air as his mother looked around the room. Then, seeing that he had already packed the car, she huffily stomped out to the car.

There was a deathly silence between them. The only sounds were the hiss of the air rushing by the car and even that was muted by the music on the radio for the next three hours. Occasionally glancing over at his mother, Caleb could see that she was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat blankly staring out the window. 

"We can never, ever say anything to anyone about last night," she sniffed as Caleb steered the car into the driveway. 

"But, Mother..." he tried to speak again.

"I don't want to talk about it!" she told him angrily shoving her door open the moment the car stopped moving. 

Caleb watched her as she stormed up the sidewalk toward the house. Even now, he couldn't keep his eyes off her perfect, round ass abruptly twitching from side to side as she hurried up the walk. The same beautiful ass he had in his hands last night, he giddily thought. And somehow, some way, there had to be a way to get it in his hands again...

The next week passed in a blur for Caleb. There hadn't been more than ten words pass between him and his mother and it seemed as if his father, Joseph was always hanging around spoiling any chance for them to talk. Not that his mother would talk to him anyway. They hadn't had a moment alone during the whole time.

Then, he found out his father was going away on a golf trip with his best bud, Dennis. He had heard his mother quietly begging him to stay home with her, but his father was a golf fanatic and there wasn't much, short of a death in the family that could keep him off the courses. They were leaving on Friday night and wouldn't be back until Sunday night. 

That would leave him two whole days alone with his mother, Caleb giddily thought. Surely, somehow during that time he could convince her to resume their illicit affair. Somehow, some way, he had to make it happen. He needed her so badly, he didn't think he could go on without her. Without her in that dark and sinister way...

His father left right after supper while Caleb sat alone in his room. He could feel the silence of the house closing in on him. Then, he heard to door to his mother's room close with an emphatic thud. Caleb had to talk to her. The past week had been the most miserable week in his whole life. He ached inside for her. Couldn't she see that? He had to apologize to her, but somehow show her how much he missed her; needed her; loved her. It had been the longest week of his life, and now he wanted it over. He wanted things to be like they were at the motel that night!

Hurrying down the hallway, he stopped in front of her door. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob. Trying to turn it, he found that the door was locked. 

"Mother, open the door, we need to talk," he shouted, knocking on the door. 

"I am not going to talk about it," he heard his mother declare back at him through the door. "It's over, now go away!"

"You can't stay in there all weekend," he shouted back. "You'll have to come out sometime...and I'll be here...waiting to talk!"

"You don't want to talk," she angrily fired back. "I know what you want! And you can't have it! We can't go there again."

"Mother, let me in," he shouted again, rattling the doorknob. "Please..."

"No! Now go away," she told him. 

Caleb was in a rage. He wanted to kick in the door, rush inside, take her in his arms and make her see what they were missing. But somehow logic ruled. He knew that he couldn't! Rattling the doorknob one last time, he turned and stormed back down to his room. 

If he couldn't have her...then what was the sense of living? He had found the woman of his dreams. The only problem was that she was his mother. 

The next morning, Caleb was up at the crack of dawn, hoping to find a way into her room. In his boxer shorts, he padded down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. Reaching down, he ever so gently twisted the doorknob. It turned! The door wasn't locked, he feverishly thought. Had she left it unlocked on purpose? Had she changed her mind? Or had she gone somewhere and forgotten to lock it? Either way, it didn't matter now. It was unlocked. Pushing the door open, he peered into the room.

There she was, he ecstatically thought. She was standing in front of her chest of drawers poking through one of the drawers. And all she had on was a pair of the sheerest damned panties he'd ever seen. The crack running down the middle of her exquisite ass was clearly visible through the transparent panties as Caleb felt excitement fire off down in his cock. Raising his eyes up her back, he could see the rounded curve of her big breasts protruding out beyond her ribcage. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence as he stood staring at her for the longest time while down inside his shorts his prick grew harder and harder. 

Finally, she must have found what she was looking for as she plucked something out of the drawer and shoved the drawer shut. Then she turned toward him.

"Caleb!" she shrieked, dropping whatever it was she had in her hand and folding her arms in front of her beautiful, dangling breasts. "I don't want you in here!"

"You know, Mother! You know why I'm in here..." he groaned, taking a step toward her. 

"No! No, you can't. We can't. Go away," she ordered, backing away from him, banging up against the chest of drawers in the process. "Don't come any closer..."

"But I have to Mother. I can't stop myself. I need you so much," he whined, taking another step.

"Caleb, think. Think about what you're doing..." she whimpered. 

"I can't think about anything else, Mother," he said, taking another step. 

"I'm your mother," she cried. "What we did that night was so, so wrong! And we can't compound that horrible mistake by making another one."

Now he was so close to her, he could feel her hot breath on his face. It oddly reminded him of that night in the motel when they had stood so close. 

"Please, Caleb, think," she pleaded, straining back against the chest of drawers as Caleb reached out and slowly curled his arm around behind her back.

"Mother..." Caleb whispered, pulling her to him and leaning in to kiss her on the lips. 

"No, Caleb, please," she whimpered, keeping her arms clutched around her breasts and turning her face away from him to avoid his lips. 

Then, as Caleb placed a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek, he reached over to her quivering belly and eased his hand down under the stretchy waistband of her sheer panties. 

"NO! No. Please," she cried out as Caleb tickled his fingers over the soft, giving flesh between her legs. "You can't..."

Twisting and squirming, she seemed more intent in hiding her breasts from him than with protecting her pussy as she continued to hold her arms crushed against her chest. Holding onto her tightly, Caleb felt her squirming and wriggling, trying to escape his hold as he probed the weeping wetness between her legs. Just then, Caleb found the opening of her vagina and eased a finger up into its warm, moist clutch. 

"Oh, God, Caleb, please don't," she wept, tears beginning to course down her cheeks, smudging her mascara as they did. "Don't do that..."

But Caleb would not be deterred. Jerking his hand out of her panties, he reached down and quickly swept her up in his arms. Trying to keep from falling from his arms, she had no choice and wrapped her arms around his neck as he struggled over to her bed. Her big breasts, now unrestrained and bare, flounced about wildly until he gently deposited her on the bed and she threw them back up to cover herself. 

Caleb saw his mother's eyes widen in fear as they darted down to his crotch. Looking down, he saw that his big, hard peter was sticking out through the opening of his shorts. He wanted her so bad but that would have to come later. First, he had to convince her that it was okay. Just as he had convinced her that night. As she lay looking up at him with her big, blue, tear-stained eyes, he leaned down over her and eased his fingers under the stretchy waistband of her sheer panties. 

"No—Caleb—please—no—" she frantically begged, dropping her hands down and grabbing at her panties.

As she did, Caleb's eyes darted up to the flattened mountains of quivering, pink flesh on her chest. Just then, there was a soft ripping sound as her panties gave way and came loose in his hands.

"No, please, Baby..." she begged as Caleb pulled the tattered remains of her panties down her long legs. 

Tossing her ruined panties on the floor, Caleb saw that she had her legs clamped together and her hands were covering the Y of her soft underbelly, hiding her pussy from his leering eyes. 

"Mother..." Caleb groaned out, dropping down to his knees and forcing his hands down between her quivering legs. 

Straining, Caleb pulled outward, trying to spread her long legs apart as she struggled to keep them clamped together. Caleb didn't know which one would give out first. His arms, or her legs? But he was determined to spread her open and take her with his tongue...and then his cock. 

"Caleb, Baby, please stop," Emily groaned at the same moment the resistance went out her legs and they flew apart. But she kept her hands shoved down, covering her pussy. 

Crawling on his knees, he moved up between her legs and grabbed hold of her hands. Straining again, he was quickly able to pull her hands up and off her pussy. Then, holding her by the wrists, he pinned them to the bed, leaned down and pursed his lips around her clit. 

"Caleb..." she gasped as he began roughly flicking his tongue back and forth across the bulb of her clit. As he did, he could feel it hardening under his tongue while the fight slowly flowed out of her pinned arms. 

As she stopped resisting, Caleb slowly released his hold on her wrists but remained ready to grab them again if needed while he continued to attack her clit with his tongue. Then, he felt her fingers curl down into his hair, forcing his mouth down on her as she gently humped her pussy up against his mouth and chin. 

"Caleb," she groaned out again. 

Finally, he giddily thought, lifting his hands up to her gravity-flattened breasts and clutching them in his hands. She had finally given in to the inevitable. Now he would have the whole weekend to satisfy his demented cravings for her. He would take her every way he could think of. Take her and please her. Make her his willing love-slave...for now...and forever...

Licking and lapping away at her clit, he drank in the scent of her excitement as her juices finally began to flow out and coat his lips and tongue with its sweet stickiness. Her pussy was readying itself, he told himself. Readying itself to accept his big, hard cock. Just thinking about it made him even harder. Then, as he hungrily slurped away at her jutting clit, he pulled one hand away from her breast and reached down to the juice-slickened opening below it. Sensing victory, he eased two fingers up into the sopping wetness.