Misc. Erotica Gathering Storm

I woke to the sound of several things going on all at once. Even before my eyes completely opened I could hear the sound of the rain beating against the windows. It was constant, not as bad a downpour as I'd heard before, but certainly continuous. But it was again a reminder of the severe storm heading our way. Secondly, as my eyes did open, I could also hear the sound of the shower telling me in an instant that Cynthia was already up and getting ready to head into the city. Something I still didn't agree with, especially with the approach of the oncoming storm, though Hurricane Kate wasn't supposed to affect us directly. The other was the sudden movement on the bed as I felt another presence bouncing on it, further attempting to wake me. Though to be honest, it was then the smell of freshly brewed coffee that garnered my attention.

"About time you woke up," Joy said sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down on it. I rolled over looking at her. Naturally she was naked. But I sat up, reaching for the coffee sitting next to me on the nightstand trying to ignore the obvious. Joy appeared to be in an exceptional mood, even with the storm brewing outside, which reminded me...I'd be cooped up in the house with her all day. Not necessarily a good thing from my point of view. Not with everything that had been happening anyway. Not to mention a promise I'd made, that I was even then wondering how the hell I'd ever be able to keep it knowing Joy.

The shower had stopped, as had the bouncing on my bed as Joy finally stood up again. "Breakfast is almost ready," she then added heading towards the door. "Tell mom to hurry up," she stood by the door, looking at me, her smile already too mischievous for this time of day. Her hard stiff, crinkled nipples already winking at me as she stood there, and then of course that knowing...almost dangerous smile as she tossed her head back, laughed, and then disappeared from view. I could hear her chuckling to herself all the way downstairs.

"Morning," Cynthia said coming into the room. She too was naked, though she stood with a towel wrapped around her head as she crossed over to her dresser, opening it and then rummaging through it briefly for a pair of panties and a bra. "Did I hear Joy?"

"Yeah...she was just here, said breakfast was almost ready." I sat my coffee down back on the nightstand, rolled out of bed placing my feet on the floor and stood up. I needed to pee. And I had quite naturally my early morning piss-hard. The moment I did that, Cynthia smiled turning towards me again, reaching out as I passed, latching onto it. "What?"

"Let me," she said leading me into the bathroom where I soon stood over the toilet, Cynthia now aiming me towards it. "Always loved doing this," she said.

I might have been getting a little more used to the wild crazy things that had been going on around here, but there was still something about trying to take a pee with someone watching over you while you did, not to mention actually holding onto it while you tried. Needless to say it was still a bit of a struggle even though I had to go pretty badly.

"Don't tell me you're still pee-shy!" Cynthia giggled. I think I grunted, and then finally began to pee, the pressure just enough that I was able to overcome my own stupid shyness. The two of us now looking down in the toilet bowl as Cynthia quickly adjusted her aim so as not to inadvertently spray me all over the floor, or our feet.

"It's getting worse outside," I said though any hope I had of actually changing her mind was fruitless as I stood there pissing, listening to the sound of my hard stream as it hit the water in the bowl.

"I'll be careful, another reason why I'm leaving so early, want to have plenty of time in getting there. And I promise to call you once I get there, or if anything happens along the way. Don't be worried, I'll be fine. I've driven in worse weather than this!"

"Maybe so Cyn," I said affectionately abbreviating her name, liking the pet name I had given her during the night...though saying it more like "Sin" with the obvious connotation behind the meaning. To me...she was. Sin incarnate, lust...desire...not to mention a conundrum of a whole bunch of things, not the least of which was being given permission to enjoy myself with Joy while she was gone...baring just one simple thing. Fucking her. "But it IS going to get worse before it gets better. It's you're getting back here before it does that worries me more."

She laughed at that, shaking my dick off, once again leading me over towards the sink where she now soaped me with a cloth, cleaning me off and then washing her hands. "The only thing you're worried about, is if Joy will convince you to fuck her. Maybe she will, maybe she won't, but I guess the three of us will find out soon enough after I've left...won't we?" She said not quite smiling this time, letting me know by the look in her eyes she'd been serious when she'd warned me about that, and when we'd spoken about it again later just before falling asleep. Cynthia was wise enough to know her daughter was too much of a temptation for almost any man. Especially one who would be cooped up with her all day. Knowing that, she'd basically given me her blessing and permission to do just about anything else with her that I wanted to...hopefully doing just enough to keep the two of us appeased, though mostly Joy, and keep me from succumbing to what we both now knew was some sort of weird twisted challenge. As friendly as Joy had become to me, I still felt like she didn't trust me one single bit. And that meant, she was bound and determined to prove to herself, and to her mother that I really was out for only one thing.

I certainly hadn't known when I'd met her just how well off she honestly was, so that had never been my intent to begin with. But I now faced a real true dilemma. I liked Cynthia a lot. And I wanted to keep seeing her. But...I was also becoming infatuated with her daughter too. And yes...I certainly wanted to fuck her, why try and deny that to myself? I couldn't. But I knew the moment I did...it would be over with, with both of them. Was it then worth it? Worth fucking Joy at least once? That was the one question I hadn't come to terms with as yet. But I was also painfully aware, left alone with her the way I would be, that temptation and question would no doubt be answered.

At least Joy had put something on when we entered the kitchen area. Though I wasn't sure what she'd put on made things any easier for me. In an odd way, she looked even sexier partially dressed than totally nude. I couldn't help wondering as we took seats around the table if she hadn't been thinking that herself. Trust me, I'm no pervert, and I've never once in my entire life entertained thoughts about young girls...I mean to say, really young girls. Sure, too young teenagers might cause a man to wonder about them briefly. Especially the ones who look legal, and who aren't which most of the time you don't find out about until it's too late. At least I'd never run into that problem personally myself. The fact was however, Joy had purposely made herself appear younger than she was, going in the opposite direction, and it honestly unnerved me just a little.

She had now put her hair up into these really short pigtails for one thing. The other was, she was wearing a very frilly, almost too sweet little nightgown that had ruffled matching panties. Not anything I'd have ever expected to see her wearing, and yet she was. Even her mother commented on her somewhat unusual attire. The short sheer top she was wearing had just enough ruffles crossing over the front of it to hide her breasts. Though barely. Even with the ruffles, I could see hints of her dark pink, almost red nipples peeking out at me. Once again, giving herself an alluring, sexy, and yes...wickedly wrong look about her that gave me the shivers.

"I'm behind on laundry," she offered up as a reason. "I didn't really have anything else comfortable enough to wear at the moment...so thought after breakfast was over, I'd at least get a load of wash going. No telling how long we'll have power before it goes out again anyway."

The power had come on again sometime during the night, the light still blinking on and off on the microwave as well as the coffee maker, alerting us to the fact they'd both need to be reset. But at least we could turn on the TV again, which I did in order to catch the latest weather updates as Cynthia polished off her coffee, grabbing another in preparation for heading out the door.

"Ok, I'll call you as soon as I get into the city. I'll try and cut the meeting as short as I possibly can, and then head home again," she promised.

"Just...drive safe," I said looking at her, giving her a brief though lingering kiss on the mouth before she turned and headed outside into what was quickly becoming gale force winds.

Joy was standing at the front bay window, which was still protected by the much heavier reinforced Plexiglas, which made it difficult to clearly see everything with the rain and all. But...she stood there watching as her mother pulled out of the circular enclosure and began slowly making her way down the drive. Only then did she turn towards me with that smile on her face.

"So...you like my 'naughty little girl' outfit?" She asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. If that's the effect she'd been striving for, she'd certainly achieved it.

"If that's what you call it, yes...admittedly, you look naughty as hell. But, I also have to tell you...it sort of creeps me out a little too. If I didn't know better..."

Now she laughed, though reaching up to undo the tiny pigtails she'd made in her hair. Even doing just that added years to her still young age, making me feel a little better at least.

"That better?" She now asked looking ten years more mature again thankfully.

"Much," I said relieved. "Now...you said something about needing to do laundry? Need me to carry anything down to the laundry room for you then?" I asked already hoping to get involved in something that would buy me a little more time. Though as early as it was...I didn't think I'd be able to continue dodging whatever advances she tossed my way until her mother got home. To my surprise however, we began doing just that. I carried down the heavier basket of laundry while Joy grabbed the smaller one that pretty much contained nothing more than both of their underwear. Once she'd loaded the washer with those, she stood sorting out the rest of it into colors and whites in various piles.

"While you're doing that, I think I'll go out and double check the shutters and windows," I informed her. I had turned at the door as she stripped off the outfit she had on. Once again naked now, adding those two items to the wash.

"Come back down here when you're done," she said demurely. "I'll be waiting for you."

"Said the spider to the fly," I thought to myself. And then headed out into the storm, almost looking forward to it when I did.

All the shutters save for one were holding. The wind had obviously worked its way loose, so I was glad that I'd gone outside to check on them, and get a personal view of the storm in doing so. The ocean was about as violent as I'd ever seen it, white caps as far as you could see with ten to fifteen foot swells by the looks of it. And we were supposed to be just on the outer fringes of the actual hurricane itself according to the reports, though there had been a minor warning that the storm could change direction just enough that we might get hit a little harder than anyone was expecting.

Just what I needed.

Even with the rain slicker on, I was still drenched when I came back inside the house. Stripping that off, along with my equally wet shirt, I headed back downstairs into the laundry area. As she said she'd be...Joy was sitting on top of the washer just as it began the first spin cycle. Seeing her sitting on top of it naked was interesting enough, but it was obvious by the look on her face, she was enjoying it too.

"Mom always wondered why I usually volunteered to help out with the laundry, even when I was just a kid," she grinned. "And then one day, she came home unexpectedly and found out why. I was sitting here, pretty much just like this, legs draped over the corner of the washer as it started to go into the spin cycle...like it is now. Just enough of a vibration I could get off on it. Which I was in the process of doing when she came down stairs and caught me using it to get myself off with. Even now...I still enjoy doing it. But the funny part was...weeks later, I came home and found her doing it. After seeing me, she'd gotten curious, and then one day after loading up the wash, figuring she was safe enough, decided to try it out for herself. I still smile every time I think about walking in on her, seeing her with her mouth open, eyes closed, hands braced on the edge of the washer with her legs draped over the corner of it just the way mine are now. She was right in the middle of an orgasm, never even knew I was there until afterwards."

"I can only imagine," I said standing there looking at her myself now, and feeling an all too familiar stirring in my pants. It wasn't even nine o'clock in the morning yet.

Joy laughed, enjoying the vibration obviously. "Yeah, she was pretty embarrassed at first too, especially as I had by then removed the rest of my clothing. When I jumped up to sit beside her on the washer, she was even more surprised and confused. That was I guess, the first time we ever did anything like that in front of one another. The two of us, sitting side-by-side humping the opposite corners of the washer as it went through the cycle. Once I'd climbed aboard, mom had even re-set it, starting it all over again. Best damn orgasm I'd ever had up until that time anyway," she mused.

Even hearing silly shit like this got me hard. Listening to her story, imagining her and Cynthia sitting side-by-side, mother/daughter...getting themselves off in a rather kinky weird sort of way.

It was fucking hot.

"Yeah, sometimes I guess it is a bit more advantageous being a girl as opposed to a guy," I stated not sure I'd have ever considered doing something like that myself, though I wasn't about to bring up my own experiences with mom's vacuum cleaner either.

"Anyway...this has gotten me pretty horny, sitting here like this with you standing there watching me."

She had cupped her breasts, likewise teasing her nipples as I stood there looking on.

"I think you woke up that way," I told her. She laughed, tossing her head back.

"Yeah, well so did you by the looks of it Jack. I saw the tent you were making in the sheets, half tempted to just jump on that, and make you sheet fuck me."

I didn't even want to know what she meant by that, so I didn't ask. But she was right about the other thing however, I was hard, and it was damn near impossible to hide the fact, even with the baggy shorts I had on.

"So...ready to fuck me?"

I could only sigh...wanting to, but knowing I couldn't. It was going to be one hell of a long day if she kept this up. "You know I can't...and I won't Joy. Even though I want to, and wish I could...I'm not going to. I really do care about your mother, whether either one of you believe that or not."

"We'll see," she said finally jumping down off the washer, grabbing my hand as she did, and now pulling me back up the stairs. "In the meantime, I'm sure you won't mind it if I suck you off, and while you lick my pussy for me now do you?"

She had me there. And especially with Cynthia's blessing and permission. If nothing else, perhaps taking the edge off the two of us would buy me even more time. One could only hope. As we reentered the living room again, the sound of far distant thunder rumbling caused Joy to frown once again.

"I hate that."

"I know. Doesn't sound close though," I assured her, hoping it wouldn't move in much closer any time soon, though again the weather reports had indicated we might get a bit more of it than what was initially expected.

"If it gets bad...I mean real bad...you'll have to keep me really occupied," she added the smile returning back to her face. "You know...so I'm not thinking about it."

"I'll do what I can," I assured her. "Short of..."

"Yeah well...like I said earlier, we'll see about that too...won't we?"

It was obvious she wasn't giving up, and I wasn't giving in. Not yet anyway...but as she pushed me down onto the couch, kneeling before me on the floor, now undoing my belt, unzipping me...I wondered if any man, under these conditions would ever be able to outlast her. I was beginning to have my doubts. Especially when that silkly soft mouth of hers suddenly engulfed my dick, and then for the next thirty minutes as she slowly teased me into oblivion, I knew that in time...eventually, she'd probably have her way with me. But as silly as it sounded, I wasn't about to go down without a fight either. No pun intended.

Although she enjoyed swallowing, Joy really did prefer seeing a prick squirt. She found it fascinating to watch let alone feel as the warm sticky spray landed on her body. Having worked me up into a total frenzy by now, we both knew this was going to be a big one, which it was. Letting her know I was about to cum, she withdrew my cock from that pretty little mouth of hers, and then pointed it directly at her tits, still jacking it, working it...until I began to shoot all over her. She just knelt there, moving it back and forth between the two, watching it splatter on her nipples, and then begin to run down the slopes of each breast, where she casually caught the drippings, reapplying them to herself.

After I had spunked her thoroughly, she lay down on the floor, now massaging my cream into herself until it had taken on the thick pasty-like texture of lotion. "Come on Jack, be a good boy and rub your nasty spurt-juice into my titties."

I knelt beside her now doing just that, taking delight in how soft her breasts where, especially with my cream being applied to them. Pinching and toying with those amazing nipples of hers, both of which looked like miniature gumdrops at this point, swollen, fat and incredibly hard.

"Ok, now...suck them while you finger me," she asked bending her knees, spreading her legs as I leaned over kneeling next to her. As she asked, I sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth, taking delight in it, surprised at my own lack of inhibition at doing so. Especially as I could so easily taste myself while doing it. "Oh yeah...that's nice," she purred playing with her neglected nipple as I sucked on the other one, simultaneously worming my finger in and out of her hot juicy split. "Go slow," she instructed. "Just tickle it, easy in and out until I tell you to do otherwise. Pace yourself," she then added with a chuckle. "After I've come this way...then you're going to fuck me silly."

"Joy?" I said shaking my head no. "You know I can't...that I won't. So quit asking."

"Well then...you can eat me at least, after I've come this way. Make me come that way...and then we'll talk about it after that." I felt her hand reach over, once again wrapping it around my somewhat flaccid dick, which as I continued sucking her tits, and fingering her pussy for her...didn't remain flaccid for very damn long.

The thunder was getting louder, but thankfully not too loud or too quickly. But if I could hear it, I know she could. She'd already had one, if not two...mild little 'big sigh' orgasms, and had decided it was now time for a much bigger one.

"Ok...now lick me, eat my pussy Jack, suck my clit for me," she asked though I saw her wince a little with a slightly louder roll of thunder. I knew that the appearance of lightning once again wasn't that far away. And with that...her need and desire would become even greater for me in helping her keep her mind off that. The problem was...I was running out of options here, and as much as I enjoyed going down on a woman, I couldn't see myself being able to continue doing that over the next several hours here.

She did indeed come. And came hard too, screaming out her pleasure, her head rolling back and forth from side to side. She'd even humped herself fiercely against my face, which felt like I'd been punched as hard as she'd done that to me. Though I held on, licking and sucking her until she finally collapsed in a heap beneath me, still breathing heavily.

"Time for a break," she mused finally picking herself up as I likewise moved back to sit on the couch again. "And besides, I need to put another load in the washer," she added moving off. She made it to the doorway before disappearing when she turned around to face me.

"I wonder if fucking my ass counts," she said more to herself than to me, then disappeared down the stairs, leaving me to sit there and wonder about that one myself.

I moved off into the kitchen, poured myself a nice tall glass of orange juice, and then wandered over to the sliding glass doors looking outside and down onto the deck. I was slightly surprised to now find myself almost more comfortable and relaxed walking around naked than I actually did having clothes on. But I also knew, that made me vulnerable as well, and much more easily aroused.

It had quit raining. Though the skies remained dark, and the seas still choppy though not nearly to the extent they had been. Even the rumble of thunder in the distance seemed to be diminishing rather than escalating, so that was something anyway. But as I very well knew...this was simply the calm before the storm. According to the weather reports, we'd know within the next few hours or so, just how bad it was really going to get. I sincerely hoped at that very moment that Cynthia would indeed wrap things up early, and head home soon after that. She was already late in calling to let us know she'd gotten there safely, which now began to weigh heavily on my mind as I stood there glancing outside. So absorbed in my thoughts, I hadn't even heard Joy as she stepped up behind me. Not until I felt the exquisite press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands coming around, taking up my now flaccid prick, waggling it a bit as she stood there behind me.

It was at that moment the phone rang, causing both of us to jump nervously. Joy dashed for it, picking up her cell seconds later, smiling as she saw who was calling, nodding her head towards me.

"Hi mom, so you made it ok I take it?" She listened for a moment, still smiling, once again nodding her head. "Well of course we did," she laughed looking at me, running her tongue over and around her lips. "No...not yet, but I'm working on it," she freely stated as well. "So far...he's been a good boy. But I'll let you know the moment he isn't," she then added. They talked further, for a moment more, before saying good-bye.

"Well, she got there safely, but the weathers affected a couple of the other people in getting there, so they're running late. She said she'd call us as soon as she has a better feel for things...but thought it might be prudent to warn us, she may be taking a room for the night nearby. Something about one of the main roads getting back here being flooded at the moment, and an hour's detour being the only other way back. Said she'd call if anything changes...but now wanted us to know, best not to expect her."

"Great!" I said to myself trying to smile...especially the way she now stood there looking at me. I was beginning to think there really was no hope for any of this, and was just about ready to throw in the towel there and then, and get it over with.

And then we heard the thunder again, louder this time. The expression on her face changed from one of lusty playfulness, seduction, to one of true outright fear. She was nervous again and walked over towards me.

"Hold me...just hold me," she said shivering.

"Even better," I said picking her up. And then carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.

I had peeled back the cool, crisp sheets on her bed, helping her to slide in between them, joining her after she had. Laying on my back, Joy settled herself into the crook of my arm, taking my hand in hers, and then placing it against the fullness of her wonderfully soft breast. Within minutes I could hear her gentle snoring as she fell asleep. It wasn't long before I actually joined her.

I'm not sure how long it was that we lay there sleeping together, a couple of hours at the least. But it was unfortunately a loud crack of very nearby lightning, and then thunder that woke the two of us simultaneously. The wind was once again picking up, the sound of rain beating against the windows alerting us to the fact that the storm was indeed getting worse again. Joy shivered, not from being cold, but from honestly being afraid hugging me even more closely as yet again we saw and then heard another almost too close lightning strike.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed burying her face against my side. "Do something Jack! Distract me!" Only then did I realize she was holding onto my dick like some sort of handrail, trying to steady herself. The way she was gripping it, and then squeezed it with the next peel of lightning and thunder, I knew if I didn't do something soon, she was apt to rip it off. Literally prying her hand away, which wasn't easy...I rolled her onto her back.

"Close your eyes, try not to think about it, and concentrate on this," I told her. I slid down between her legs, parting them, though she seemed eager for me to do so. Placing my fingers on either side of her labia, I then pulled those apart, her open sweet pussy staring back at me when I did that. In seconds she was already leaking with anticipation, fluids beginning to seep inside her pussy as I slid my finger inside her, playing in them. The one thing about Joy that was an absolute certainty, she loved having her pussy fingered, almost as much, if not more than my licking or sucking her clit. And for the moment at least, it was just what the Dr. ordered.

When her own hands came up to cup her breasts and begin fingering her nipples, I knew she'd at least managed to put the sounds of the growing storm outside out of her mind. Moaning softly now, she continued to roll and pull on her nipples as I tenderly traced the tip of my finger over and around that hard extended little clit of hers.

"God that feels good," she moaned once again. "But..."

"But?"

"Yeah...I'd like you to do something else for me...if you wouldn't mind doing it that is."

"Like what?"

"Rub my clit...with your cock, tease me like that," she pleaded.

"I don't know Joy...that's bordering on..."

"No it's not!" She said firmly. "I'm not asking you to fuck me. And besides, you have to ask me remember? I won't let you...until you do."

"Ah huh."

"No, come on Jack, just rub me there that way. I want to feel your prick slapping against my clit, rubbing it...teasing it. Please Jack, please!"

Against my better judgment, I scooted up between her legs, now kneeling, my hand wrapped around my hard stiff prick placing it directly against her swollen pussy, that amazingly hard little clit of hers as she reached down. Now taking over for me, she spread herself trying to sit up in order to watch.

"Here," I said tossing her another pillow which she now placed behind her head so that she could.

"Thank you," she smiled. "I really do enjoy watching as much as feeling it while you do that."

Even I had to admit it felt good, and looked hot. She was super slick at this point, and the sensation of her juices, mingling with my own as I continued to leak out a fair amount of my own precum was intensifying the sensation for both of us.

"Let me play with it now," she stated, reaching down clasping my cock as she began slapping it even more firmly than I had against her clit, at times furiously jabbing it, rubbing it. "Like that?" She asked hotly, her eyes lust filled and crazy mad with desire.

"Fuck yes!" I groaned audibly admitting to it.

"Just imagine Jack...what it would feel like inside me."

"Joy..."

"Oh come on Jack, at least admit you want to."

"You know I do. But I won't. I can't."

She laughed, groaning again however as she proceeded to gently rub the head of my dick back and forth against herself.

"I don't think it would count if you were to stick the head in just a little. Just enough to feel my pussy lips sucking it."

"So you say," I told her. "But that's not the problem here now is it? It's too dangerous, and too tempting for one thing...for each of us. As much as I'd love feeling your cunt sucking my dick...there's no fucking way that's going to happen. I know you, one hunch of your ass, and you'd swallow me. And then it would be my word against yours, and I don't think that an 'oops, it just slipped in for a second,' would cut it. I know you...or at least I think I do." I stated pulling away just a bit, now worried she might in fact simply cram it into herself holding it the way that she was.

She giggled then, releasing me, though again begging for me to continue teasing her that way. "Fine...then don't. But at least keep rubbing me like that until you jack yourself off on me," she giggled again, the reference to my name obvious. "Jack it jack, come on baby...make it spurt on me, drench my clit. You know how much I enjoy seeing that, feeling that. Come on me baby, so I can finish playing with myself while using your cum to do so with."

At least it felt safer now. Sitting back on my haunches slightly, I began working my cock, still aiming and pointing it towards her cunt as she in turn continued toying with it, teasing herself...urging me on.

"That's it baby...milk it for me, make it spray, make it shoot...make it spurt baby, come on Jack, give me that hot nasty sweet spunk...spray my pussy, my clit..."

Hearing her...looking at her, watching her and listening to the sounds she was making with her own juice as she fingered herself soon took me over the edge. I grunted, groaned, leaned forward and let fly. Spurt after delicious spurt began to leap from my cock, splashing against her, soaking her. She squealed in delight, sitting up even further so she could watch, feel it as I continued pumping out ribbon after ribbon of hard-felt cum juice all over her pussy. Even when I'd quit ejaculating, she reached over, once again grabbing my cock, and then pressed it against her clit, still milking it. She rubbed herself, using me, smearing the wet sticky mess we had both made together all over her slick, silky, come-covered cunt.

"Oh fuck baby! Yeah, yeah...that's it...make it, oh fuck...make me cum!"

She exploded then. Her pussy shooting out her own version of my ejaculate, though hers a bit more watery, more gushy in volume as she literally and figuratively, soaked each of us along with the sheets. For the first time, her scream of pure enjoyment and ecstasy drowned out the vibrations of the wind hitting the windows.

I fell beside her then, exhausted, spent...as was she. For the time being anyway. And we lay there listening to the sound of the wind. Amazingly...the sound of thunder and lightning had stopped. Only the wind and now our slowly returning breaths coming back to normal could be heard.

But the night was young yet, still two hours before sunset, when it would be darker than it already was. I had come so close to simply plunging inside her, the temptation to do so almost more than I could even stand. Only the thought at the last moment that I'd probably never again be with Cynthia held me back from having done so. But I knew then as I held Joy close to me, I wanted her every bit as much as I wanted her mother.

I was half tempted to dress, drive home even as bad as it was outside. Only the thought of leaving this young woman alone, petrified, and truly afraid kept me from doing so.

But I now knew...I too was afraid. I knew I would never make it through the entire night alone with her if she kept up her torturous, tempting teasing.

With the sun finally setting, though we'd never really seen it do so, just getting darker instead, I thought it best to get a few candles ready in the event the power went out on us again. Already the lights had flickered twice, a sure sign that it eventually would.

"I'll fix up some sandwiches for later," Joy informed me. "No sense trying to cook anything, be in the middle of it and lose power again."

"Good idea," I agreed, and then opened a bottle of wine to share as we did that. If anything, it might further help to relax her, though again the thunder and lightning had stopped at least. Now it was only the wind. The good news was, according to the weather reports, Hurricane Kate had now been downgraded to a tropical storm. The bad news was, it had indeed changed direction, so we'd definitely catch a bit more of the high winds than had been earlier expected and reported. And those were already picking up now.

She had no sooner finished fixing up some cold cuts and cheese sandwiches when the lights once again flickered, and this time went out. "Good timing," I told her as I hurriedly set about lighting a few candles I'd managed to position around the room.

"Romantic," she giggled as a nice soft glow now surrounded us. I refilled our wine glasses, and then walked over towards the sliding glass doors looking out again. It was almost too dark to see anything, though standing there the way I was, I could see Joy's reflection in the window as she remained there on the couch sitting behind me. "I'm horny again," she announced. Without even turning, I watched her in the reflection as she placed both feet beneath her on the couch, once again spreading herself open, obscenely wide this time as she waited on me to face her. Which is when she then produced a rather large looking cucumber that she'd placed on the sandwich tray, and which I thought she'd planned on cutting up.

"Since you won't fuck me...yet, want to see me, watch me fuck myself?"

There was no denying it. Of all the women I'd ever known...ever met, both Cynthia as well as Joy were more adventurous, scandalous perhaps, let alone totally uninhibited than any others I had ever known. I caught my own reflection in the window before turning. Not at all surprised to see my dick had already grown just a little upon hearing her say that.

"One thing in my favor," I said turning to watch her now. "You've already drained me twice today. If nothing else, I might not even be able to get it up again...so your trying to tempt me into fucking you might not even be worth the effort."

"Sorry Charlie," she giggled looking at my cock. "If you were dressed, I might actually believe you, but that sweet nasty cock of yours is already starting to rear its ugly naughty head."

"You think my dick's ugly?" I teased back, though my eyes were glued to her as she sat there slowly rubbing that rather large cucumber she was now holding up and down the split between her legs.

"Not ugly yucky...ugly naughty," she said, which didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but then again...much of my stay here hadn't either. I casually walked over standing in front of her, though keeping the coffee table between us, sipping my wine, watching her.

"You're almost as big as this is," she said holding it up now, looking at it.

"Not hardly," I said looking down at myself.

"Well not now no..." she laughed. "But you were...and will be," she added as she now wrapped her mouth around the cucumber, somehow managing to swallow nearly half of it. "Remember how that felt?" She asked withdrawing it then, replacing it down between her legs, rubbing it up and down her slit before easing a portion of it inside herself.

I sighed, remembering. Growing.

"You do know...you are going to fuck me before the nights over don't you?" She asked continuing to tease herself, now easing at least half of that green fucking prick inside herself. Removing it, she showed me that she'd already bathed it in a bit of her own special sauce, now licking that off. "Wouldn't you like to feel what it's like? Having this surrounding your cock, only all the way...so nice and deep? So cummy full? Wanting to squirt, fill my cunt cove? Wouldn't you baby?"

I was as stiff as I could possibly be, standing there as I polished off my wine, turning to locate the bottle and pour myself another as a way of retreat. She was getting to me, and she knew it.

By the time I turned back to face her, she'd somehow managed to insert almost the entire length of that dark green cucumber inside herself. Only the last couple of inches perhaps remained sticking out of her, which looked truly vulgarly obscene. Once again she laughed, allowed an inch or two more to slowly ooze out of her.

"Naughty huh?" she teased, her hands back up on her breasts again, cupping them, holding them together for me. I watched in abject fascination as she actually used the muscles in her pussy to slowly let it ease out, and not just plop out. She couldn't keep it from doing so however, nor suck it back in...though I wouldn't have been surprised if she had. It was still wickedly hot watching her do that. And I felt a bubble of cum-drool suddenly drip off the tip of my cock as I stood there. She saw it too, and waved me over to her. "Can't let that go to waste now can we?" She said as I eased around the side of the coffee table, now standing precariously close to her. She just managed to grab the cucumber as it slid the rest of the way out, simultaneously sticking her tongue out, not quite touching my dick, but easily spearing the line of cum-drool now dangling off the tip, slurping it in like a spaghetti noodle.

"Very..." I just managed hearing the lusty tones in my own voice. Already I felt weak in the knees, my resolve crumbling with each passing moment.

I then felt her hand as she wrapped it around me, and then seconds later, something foreign, cool to the touch as I looked down. She was holding the cucumber against me. "See? Almost the same size!" She giggled appreciatively. "So...imagine how it would feel inside me Jack, inside my hot...wet, very tight cunt."

I was two seconds away from pushing her back onto the couch and diving cock first into her cunt.

And then her cell phone rang.

"Saved by the bell," she said picking it up looking at it. "It's mom," she then informed me answering. "Hi mom...how are you doing? Everything ok? You get a room?"

They spoke for a moment more, and then Joy held out the phone towards me. "She wants to talk to you," she said as I came around taking the phone from her. Though as I did that, she reached up, effectively sandwiching my prick between her breasts, and proceeded to tease my dick with them as I stood there.

"Hello?" I barely managed, listening.

"Sorry about the way things turned out Jack," Cynthia began. "I know how hard it must be for you."

"You have no idea," I said looking down, watching my dick as it slid up and down between her daughter's gorgeous tits. She laughed at that.

"I bet it is hard. How many times have you cum anyway?"

"More than I can remember," I actually responded back. "And will do so again soon if Joy has anything to say about it," I added honestly. To which Cynthia again laughed.

"Wish I was there to help out, sorry I can't be. But...you're holding out? Still?"

I groaned, for two reasons. Now Joy was licking the tip of my prick every time it poked out of the end of her tit-fuck-tunnel. That...and because I now had no real hope of surviving the evening.

"So far..." was all I could manage. "Damn it Cyn, I wish you hadn't left," I moaned once again. "This is...damn fucking hard you know?"

"I know Jack...I know it must be. But I'll be there as soon as I possibly can, just stay strong for me...ok?"

"I'll try Cyn...I really will. I'll try."

"What's she doing now?" Cynthia asked me. I looked down.

"She's titty-fucking me...or I'm tit-fucking her at the moment, I'm really not sure which."

"Oooh...I bet that looks hot. Wish I was there to see it, or join you...titty-fuck you myself," she moaned. "Would you like that Jack? Having each of us doing that for you? To you? We can you know...and will too, provided you keep your promise to me. Just remember that Jack? Don't give in...don't fuck her. Promise me you won't Jack. At least promise me that."

"I promise," I responded, though even as I spoke the words, I had no idea how I'd ever be able to keep from doing so.

Seconds later as I was spurting all over Joy's tits again even before I handed back the phone to her.

"I love you too mom. See you in the morning then," she said as she sat licking off her fingers. "No, it's not so bad at the moment...just the wind is all. That...and this big mess that Jack just made, other than that...we're both doing fine here. Yes, yes...I know. I'm trying to be good too, but you know me. I can't seem to help myself." She laughed then, said good-bye to her mother and then looked up at me.

"Ok baby...now it's my turn again. Come lick my pussy. And after that, when you're all nice and hard again, maybe you'll be ready to ask me...to fuck me."

Even with renewed promises made, I wouldn't have bet against doing just that. I stood there looking down at her. Half tempted to just fuck her and let it be done with. I took a deep breath however, somehow steeling my resolve. One last time at least. I knew if I failed now...I was done for. Joy had been right, it really was only a matter of time. I now decided my only defense was a good offence. I was bound and determined to lick her into oblivion, give her as many orgasms as I possibly could, for as long as I could, even if it meant my mouth and tongue went numb for life. If I didn't, if I failed. I'd be packing my bags first thing in the morning.​