Message-ID: <14479eli$9808181754@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Repost: Mark Aster: "The Storm" (MF,MF,mc?,ghost?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5eeb0c05.35d617e4@aol.com> Today's second reposting. Enjoy! Any and all feedback welcome, as always (and apologies in advance if I don't reply quickly; I don't get online all that often these days!). .. Mark http://users.aol.com/myfrthal/ My Friends the Allens -- The Storm by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home! = = = "Crash! Crack-crack-CRA-CRAASSH!!" This burst of thunder was even louder than the last, and the rain, already coming down in solid sheets, somehow fell even harder. The windshield wipers might as well have been off. Julie had opened her window a crack, just for a second, to try to read a road sign, and now her hair was wet and plastered across her forehead in a way I would have found cute and sexy if I hadn't been so annoyed. "Well," she said over the thunder and the rain, "we can't see, we don't know where we are, we don't have very much gas left, and I think the radio said something about tornadoes just before it died." She managed to grin. "Right about now, there should be a big bolt of lightning that outlines a really creepy-looking old house on a hilltop, with at least two pointy towers on the corners." I grunted, and tried to drive. Julie pouted. We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The people at our destination expected us vaguely "sometime before Friday", which meant that if we sank into the mud, they wouldn't even start looking for our entombed bodies for two or three days. When the big bolt of lightning did come, the house that it outlined wasn't particularly old or creepy-looking, but we made for it as quickly as your standard B-movie guy and gal. The engine died just as we pulled into the driveway. As I waded up the walk to the front door, another bolt of lightning showed me that, except for being in the middle of nowhere and apparently having no neighbors of any kind, the house would have been at home in any suburb in North America. And the couple that answered my knock and generously invited us in were as nondescript as their house. He, Jack, helped me bring our most necessary bags in from the car, and she, June, put on some tea, and found Julie some towels. "The radio says it won't be safe to drive until at least the morning; we can put you two up in the guest room, if you don't mind some clutter." We didn't mind; we sank into chairs and drank tea, and tried to strike that delicate balance between gratitude and grovelling worship. It was good to be inside. As I adjusted to not driving, not squinting, and not being on the edge of panic, I began to notice our hostess. She was not quite the generic suburban woman I had first thought I'd seen; her hair was long and lustrous, her body full and interesting in a loose casual dress that showed considerable bust and legs. The more I studied her, and I could not help but study her, the more fascinated I became. The rise and fall of her breasts under her clothing was palpable, absorbing, erotic. I took my teacup back into the kitchen. I had just rinsed it out and put it down beside the sink when I realized she was in the room with me, behind me, her clothing rustling against her skin, her breathing loud in the enclosed space. I turned, and her arms were around me, her mouth on mine, her lips opening to admit my tongue. I pressed myself against her, feeling her firm breasts against my chest, and her thighs parted around my right leg, her body rubbing against me. We kissed passionately and long, our tongues dancing together, eyes closed. She moaned deep in her throat, and her hand slipped between us to caress my body. Then she was gone. I stopped to get my breath, and stepped back into the living room. Julie and the man of the house were sitting and talking about nothing. June was also there, seated calmly with her tea, as though she had not just been with me in the next room, her lush and willing body in my arms. I sat down. We all talked companionably, but I have forgotten every word of the conversation. My eyes were drawn irresistably to June in her chair, sipping her tea, her eyes meeting mine now and again as the rain pounded down outside. Was there lust and fire there, or just a reflection of the lamp light? Was it an accident that her knees faced me, her legs slightly spread, the warm dimness of her thighs and her panty open to my eyes? Was it normal that her hands seemed to play over her chest, pressing her dress against her breasts, framing her curves and the points of her nipples with her long slender fingers? Eventually, we all went upstairs, and Jack and June showed us the guestroom. Julie and I sat down on the double bed, not talking, unpacking a few things and then sitting in silence, in our damp clothes. Jack and June came back into the corridor, to say goodnight. Outside, the thunder boomed, and the wind rattled a shutter. June was wearing a long translucent nightgown with buttons down the front. She seemed to me naked, more than naked, every curve of her body clear to me. I thought with surprise how much she looked like Pat, Julie's older sister. Jack, in pajamas and a loose smoking jacket, said a polite goodnight to Julie. "Thank you so much!" said Julie, in an oddly strained voice. "Don't mention it," said June, "if there's anything at all we can do for you, just let us know." "Jack," said Julie, "what I'd really like is for you to let me take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you're stiff and hard, and then for you to fuck me until I scream, and you come inside me." I looked over at her; she was standing staring at Jack, looking nervous but hopeful, ignoring June and me in the hall beside her. I turned to June, trying to think of something to say to cover Julie's incredible statement. Her eyes met mine, and all I could think of was her body in my arms in the kitchen. I took a step toward her, and stopped. "I," I stammered, "I want to open your gown and bury myself in your sweet naked body." She smiled and stepped up to me, raising her face to mine as, in the corner of my vision, Jack kissed Julie hard on the mouth, and started undoing her shirt with his hands. June's lips burned mine like holy fire; my cock was instantly erect and throbbing in my pants as I ran my hands up and down her back through the thin fabric of her nightgown. All four of us, variously entwined, moved into the bedroom. I sat on the bed, June standing between my knees, her marvelous body close to me. Her fragrance was hot and musky. I slid my hands over her hips and around behind her, caressing the lucious globes of her ass. My fingers sinking into her flesh, I pulled her body toward me. I buried my face in the rounded receptive softness of her gown, her breasts on either side of my forehead, my hands squeezing her upper thighs. She ran her fingers through my hair and sighed. Jack lay back on the bed, and Julie hungrily opened his robe and ran her hands over him. There was a click, just audible over the rain, as she undid his pajamas and freed his cock. It was an average cock, no bigger than mine; Julie took it in her hands and began to stroke, and Jack's body arched, his hips thrusting at her. I moved one hand up June's back, forward over her side, up to her throat, and began to unbutton her nightgown. The buttons were small ivory discs, smooth and cool under my fingers. As each one came undone, more of her hot voluptuous body was naked before me, and my heartbeat sped up another notch. My other hand mindlessly caressed her legs through the fabric, raw pleasure running up from my palm into my brain. Julie's moist pink mouth was open, her tongue out and licking Jack's erect cock with long ardent strokes. He moaned and stretched himself out on the bed, his hands playing over her face and her small bare breasts as his cock swelled larger and harder. June leaned toward me as I sat worshipping her body on the bed. Her mouth closed over mine for a long moment, and then she took her breasts in her hands and offered them to me, and I kissed them and sucked the perfect erect brown nipples. My hands went to her shoulders, smooth warm shoulders, and slid her nightgown off of her; it drifted down her body and onto the floor, and she stepped out of it, lowering herself onto the bed over me, my mouth still on her breasts. I could hear my heartbeat loud in my ears as thunder crashed again. Julie slid her lips around the head of Jack's cock and began to suck, her cheeks pinching inwards as she took the throbbing staff in and out of her mouth and throat. Jack's hands closed on her shoulders, guiding her head up and down over him. June sighed long and luxuriously as she spread her thighs over me, supporting herself on her arms as I squeezed and licked the hot flesh of her big breasts. Then she reached down between us and finally undid my pants and tore them off. She slid back up, her body close to mine, her skin sliding over my aching penis, tears leaking from it onto the perfect skin of her chest, her stomach, her hips. She lowered herself onto me, and as she thrust her tongue into my mouth again, my cock went between her thighs, and she pressed against it with her pussy; I could feel the heat and wetness there as my staff slid over her outer lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she groaned and sucked on it. Julie's head moved faster over Jack's body, and her hands squeezed his slick cock and warmed his balls. Then he pushed her away from him. She stood up and undid her jeans, sliding them down her lovely long legs, sliding her panties down off of her marvelous ass, and standing before him, naked except for her open shirt. He stood, kissed her deeply on the mouth, and then lowered her on her back on the bed. He put his hands on her calves and pressed her legs up against her chest, knees spread, her wet yearning pussy exposed to him. He slid his body forward over her. June opened her thighs still wider, and the tip of my cock nudged at her cunt, waves of pleasure coursing though my body from the sweet weight of her, naked on top of me. My staff was ramrod stiff and throbbing almost painfully, and I wanted to bury it deep inside her. Her eyes were closed, her face calm but flushed, as she moved her body on mine. Jack pushed his cock suddenly and quickly into Julie's body, and I heard her gasp and moan as he began to pump. His breathing was heavy as he forced his penis deep into her cunt, then tore it out, and slammed it back in again. Her moans were high-pitched little cries, her eyes were closed, her hands clutched at his sides. She spread her knees still further apart, opening herself and letting him pound deeper and deeper into her. Jack's wife thrust slowly with her hips, and her cunt wetly enveloped my cock, then released it. She moved again, and I thrust against her, penetrating another inch into her vagina. Her mouth opened as she rocked, drawing my staff deeper into herself with each stroke. Then I was far inside her, and her hips moved more urgently, less controlled, and she lowered herself, her head beside mine, and her mouth kissed and bit at my neck. Her hips rose and fell, and her cunt, deep and hot, sucked and pulled at my penis, sending intense bursts of pain, pleasure, and mindless desire through my body. Julie screamed as her muscles spasmed helplessly and she came under Jack's relentless thrusting. He continued to fuck her, pressing her legs against her body, ramming his cock in and out of her wide open pussy, grunting and groaning as he took his pleasure from her. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as her ass was forced into the mattress by the weight of his body. June's lips closed on my neck as her cunt slid unbearably sweet up and down my staff, impaling herself over and over, faster and deeper, and she came again and again, long and shudderingly, and my pelvic muscles contracted and lances of feverish ecstasy shot through me. Jack yelled and grabbed Julie's head as he came, Julie screamed as he filled her with cum, and I cried out as I also came, hot white cream spilling in streams into June's hot insatiable cunt. As I came, I felt my mind slipping away, and even before June lifted herself off of me, I was asleep. In the middle of the night, I awoke to find her naked body stretched out on the bed beside me, and I took her nipples again into my mouth. I licked her breasts, her neck, the soft curve of her stomach. I rubbed my fingers over her mons and the sweet slit between her thighs, and covered the bare skin of her torso with long hot kisses. Beside me, Julie and Jake moaned together as his cock once again penetrated her body, and the bed creaked with their fucking. June pulled me on top of her and guided my cock between her legs, and her orgasms again were long and wild, and my cock burst painfully and ecstatically inside her, and again I fell asleep beside Julie's naked exhausted body before Jack and June had left the bed. I don't know if it happened again, and again, before morning, or if I just dreamed it, dreamed of my mouth and my cock rubbed raw over June's smooth hungry flesh, Julie's cries more and more despairing as Jack entered her again and again. In the morning, I found myself suddenly bolt upright in bed, staring into Julie's eyes. Outside, the sun was rising in a clear cloudless sky. We both rose quickly, silently, and gathered up our things. We threw ourselves into yesterday's clothes, picked up our bags, and raced down the corridor. The house was quiet; we might have been the only occupants. The walls, the floor, the doors, seemed to flow and change as we hurried oblivious past them. Was there really no furniture in any of the rooms? Was the living room really bare and empty? We were out the door without noticing. We were in the car, and it started, and we were driving down the road. We crested a hill, and we were out of sight of the house. I pulled over to the side of the road. Julie and I turned toward each other again. After a moment, we were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing, and tears were running down Julie's face. I pulled her against me so hard it must have hurt, but she just hugged back, each of us clinging to the solid familiar reality of the other. Then we moved apart, just our hands touching. At that moment, there was a crash from the valley behind us, a boom, a final clap of thunder from the cloudless sky, the sound of a forest collasping, and I felt a rush of heat, of desire, of blood and joy, and my cock twitched in my pants. "We should go see what that was," said Julie. "Go see the place in the daylight, maybe figure out what happened," I added. "Right, we should." But we didn't. We drove on down the road, to the obvious turnoff that we'd missed the night before. Found a gas station, filled up the tank. And then we drove away together, over the hills, under the clear and cloudless sky. My Friends the Allens -- The Storm by Mark Aster The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----