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Storm

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julia6 Posted on: 29 Sep 2007 1 comments
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I was dressed quite simply that evening. I had on a wrap around skirt, plain cotton panties, a bra and a T, no shoes. My brother and his wife had joined us for a light supper and were planning to stay the night. It was hot, muggy even. We were just listening to music as we sipped our bandy and nibbled on the tray of cheeses I had laid.Suddenly the garden was lit by a flash of sheet lightening followed, quite quickly, by a crack of thunder. I love storms and I walked to a window and opened it, inviting the electric atmosphere into the room.Mesmerised I watched the storm leap around the sky, my eyes and ears alternately overwhelmed by beautiful illumination or the angry explosion that followed. I leant on the window sill, my breasts pressed hard on the lip of the window, my buttocks pushed back into the room and my body lost in the shear power of the beast outside.A hand on the back of my head, not hard but firm, its unmistakable message to stay, be still. Another flash, making an instant painting in light of the landscape and then the wait, longer now, for the inevitable answering roar of displeasure. Another hand travels that infamous journey, from my thighs, over my bottom to the elastic of my knickers. Gripping firmly I feel them pulled back and down until they are around my knees, like a naughty schoolgirl waiting for a spanking.A moment of anxiety, my face flushing at the view I must be giving, but then the rain, patiently waiting in the wings as the stormy overture was played, rushes on, eager after the delay of its entrance. Waterfall envelopes the land and, the sweet scent of it, add to my pleasure. My panties have ended their inevitable fall and I step out of them, spreading my legs wide to enhance the display.Two hands are on my nether cheeks, thumbs probing, spreading and then the rough facial hair pushing into their midst. No gentleness but an urgent exploration to my centre before releasing the tongue to probe further. A moment of pressure at the puckered opening and then that last defence breached. With the sound of the rain enveloping me I waggled my hips as the mouth, and its probe, took their own deep pleasure of me.The storm, moving away, was slowly replaced by a pleasing patter of summer rain. The face behind me somehow turned and was, if anything, under me and exploring my wet genitalia. A few delicious moments were spent exploring my fleshy cunt before the lips clamped on my clit. A sweet agony as the bud was sucked in to be tortured by the firm tongue and then I gasped as two fingers were slid in to begin a steady finger fucking.I was helpless as my orgasm rushed towards me, my knees flexing with the slippery intrusions. I swore, let my internal muscles grip their visitors and grunted through my climax. I could feel myself pushing out and releasing some of my juices. Once more my tormentor moved and I felt air and emptiness. Then there was the joy of naked flesh behind me and a penis rubbing between my juicy lips. I was penetrated, not deeply, for this was not his goal, just to coat the head of his member with my outpourings.The rain was quite hard now its noise giving the flavour of a dream to the performance. Then the moment of dreadful anticipation as the head is pressed firmly to the anus. It is so primitive to be so taken, only for his pleasure. The tight ring holds under the increasing pressure for just a moment and then 'Oh Fuck' is my cry as the attack is driven fully home. He holds me back onto him, my buttocks rotating a little as he savours the victory.The feeling of fullness is erotic, making me squirm and wriggle.. The security light in the garden switches on and I see my sister-in-law walk out into the rain. She is wearing a white shirt. As the rain drenches her it becomes obvious that she is wearing nothing else. The sodden material clings to her pert bottom as she hugs herself in the natural shower.A man joins her, naked, the rain bouncing off his hairy body. He stands behind her and pulls her into him, his hands caressing, exploring. The hard cock within me withdraws, almost completely and then slowly, oh so slowly, reclaims its home. My own hand between my legs feel the heavy sack between his legs before they are pulled away again to repeat the thrust.Selfishly my own fingers move to my clit as I watch the lovers kiss, her arms reaching up and back to him in pleasure. Her legs are spread and the shirt raised high as the kiss becomes more passionate. Then quickly she is naked and on the grass. Legs spread wide and her arms open to him.I am being steadily buggered as I rub myself. I know I can wait, enjoy the steady rhythm and the lurid spectacle before us. He is kneeling now, her legs raised over his shoulders, his mouth enjoying the wetness within her. I see her lips move, words lost in the storm but the meaning is clear. A slight adjustment and the coupling is complete, her legs still obscenely high as she is bent double to take the downward thrust of his organ.Lust and joy mix on her face as the assault continues. My own partner is moving towards his conclusion. The thrusts more violent, less controlled, indeed he pulls me more on to him swearing as he does. I push back for the final stroke as he discharges once more into my depths.. We stay joined watching our partners reach their own conclusions.She is first, helped by a desperate finger on her clit, her head shaking from side to side on the drenched grass. Then, relieved that his gentlemanly duty is done, her partner takes his own pleasure. Her legs gripping his back he makes those familiar convulsive jerks as his seed explodes into her. My own self generated orgasm is not huge but nice enough to signal my appreciation of the tryst.My husband and his partner walk back to the house, arm in arm, as lovers should, and smiling warmly, sheepishly too, as we greet them.