Putting together storm – 5

“Putting together storm” Part-5 Continues…..

My plan had worked, for the time being anyway. I had been relentlessly going down on her. Licking, teasing, sucking her clit, fingering her until she’d become delirious with pleasure. And even then, I hadn’t let up. Almost the moment she’d come down from her orgasm, I began again, assaulting her cunt ignoring her pleas to stop. I wasn’t about to. I knew if I did, she’d convince me to fuck her, one way or the other. And I would. I knew I would. So

I didn’t stop. Didn’t stop licking her, didn’t stop fingering. Didn’t stop sucking her clit, making her come over and over again more times than either one of us could count. Finally, she truly had had it, pushing, even kicking me away from her.

“Enough! Enough!” She exclaimed tiredly, exhausted…and for the first time perhaps…completely spent. “Jesus Tom, my cunt’s numb, as am I!” She continued limping like a noodle. “I’m even too tired to pee,” she announced, causing me to laugh, as she did, shrieking however, cupping her cunt with her hand. “See what you made me do?” She then exclaimed revealing that she had peed a little, unable to hold it in. “Pick me up Tom, carry me upstairs to the bathroom, and then into bed.”

I literally did that. Holding her in my arms carrying her upstairs, and then sitting her down on the toilet so she could finally pee, looking as though almost asleep even then, head lolling, eyes droopy. I even wiped her, though learning a lesson when I did. You don’t wipe up…you wipe down. My bad. But geez, look at it from my perspective, I’m standing in front of her while she’s sitting there. “Down Tom, the other way,” she moaned half of it, though she still managed a tired giggle while teaching me.

I then carried her into the bedroom, once again peeling back the sheets helping her to slip in between them. This time I didn’t join her though. I didn’t dare. She rolled over hugging her second pillow in a fetal position, and within seconds was sound asleep. I crept out of her room on tippy-toe, closing the door as quietly as I could and then padded just as quietly down the hall into Sophia’s room. At least it wasn’t thundering and lightning any more.

There was still quite a bit of wind, but even the rain didn’t appear to be falling nearly as hard as it once had. It almost sounded soothing instead, the gentle sound of it hitting the windows helping to lull me to sleep a short time later.


It felt like a dream. And for a while, I continued to believe it to be so. How long she’d been laying there gently, almost too softly, licking and sucking my dick…I had no idea. But I knew I was hard, damn hard, those lips of hers working their magic on me. I felt her move then however, felt her crawl up onto me. Only then truly waking, truly realizing this wasn’t no dream. Too late! Too late! “Oh fuck! NO! NO!” I screamed out. I felt her hot, wet slippery cunt slide down over my shaft, fully engulfing me. I pushed, still crying out, trying to dislodge her, though she held on as though riding a bucking bronco.

“It’s ok Tom…it’s me! It’s me!”

“Sophia?” I said in confusion. It was still too dark to see anything, pitch black outside though the rain and wind had stopped now. Almost eerily silent, save for the sound of my own confused labored breathing. “How?” I barely managed to ask. “When?”

“In the morning,” she answered. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. Right now…all I want you to do is fuck me. Fuck me deep…hard…and long,” she whispered softly as she pressed herself against me, the feel of her breasts caressing my chest, the wet slippery sucking of her cunt still grasping my cock as she slowly began moving again. Still confused, the sensation was too great to ignore however, thrusting up now…meeting her.

Feeling her as she slid down, more forcefully, the tempo gradually increasing, escalating as we began to fuck seriously now. I reached up, finding her breasts there in the darkness, tweaking those amazingly long thick nipples of hers, the heat of her pussy like liquid fire now as it bathed me in her essence.

“Come in me baby…come in me, let me feel your hot juice flooding my pussy!”

It wasn’t long after that that I was. The sensation of my cream pouring out of me, filling what I knew then I had to have, needed to have…wanted to have more than anything else. But I knew too even as I did that, there were still a lot of unanswered questions that needed to be asked. But for now anyway,

I was content to lie there, feeling the slickness of our combined mutual spending as it poured out of her pussy, soaking my balls. We soon fell asleep like that, me still inside her, the silence of the night now a welcome reminder that the storm for the most part at least…was finally over.


When I woke up this time I sat straight up in bed. Even then, it still took two seconds to realize that what had happened the night before hadn’t been any dream. I was alone however, though the sunlight was actually streaming in through the window. It was still overcast, but the rain and wind had both stopped. I sat listening for any sounds, not hearing anything…curious as I rolled out of Sophia’s bed, heading into the bathroom to pee before cautiously making my way down stairs. Once again…I had questions, and this time I was expecting answers.

When I finally got downstairs, the first thing I noticed was that Sophia had obviously rolled back the protective shield from the main windows. What sunlight there was, was streaming in, giving the morning a fresh new feel to everything. Even so, it took me a moment to realize where they were, standing outside below on the deck. I glanced over towards the coffee pot, it was empty, and this time no light was flashing, informing me that the power was still off. I wandered over towards the sliding glass doors looking down.

There were the two of them down on the deck. Sophia had actually fired up the propane grill below and was busy cooking breakfast on it. I could see the old fashioned camping coffee maker even then steaming as it happily percolated away. It was cool out yet, so both girls were wearing robes, though I doubted they were wearing much else as the two of them stood there busying themselves. I slid open the door, the two of them glancing up towards me as I stepped outside.

“Coffee’s almost ready,” Sophia said, calling up to me. “Grab a robe…join us, we need to have a little chat anyway,” she then added as Max stood there beside her with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

I disappeared back inside without saying anything, grabbing a spare robe that hung just inside the door next to where Sophia kept all the outside towels, and returned. By then, she had poured us all a coffee and was sitting down at the patio table the two of them must have brought back out from the shed,

along with all the deck chairs. I glanced out over the ocean. It was still a bit choppy, but like I said, the storm appeared to be over with. Even the little bit of sun peeking through the clouds promised a nice clear day once the remaining clouds had moved off.

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