Cindy was out of her mind, cussing and swearing at the violent summer storm. Big George and Sam were out in the truck, and she was left alone in the house with Junior and Mary Lou. Junior was lying in the middle of the living room floor, screaming and kicking in tenor of the crashes of thunder and lightning, and Mary Lou wasn't much better. Cindy was on her knees trying to keep the big dummy from hurting himself as he pulled his hair out and beat his hands and heels on the floor. He had ripped his clothes to shreds in his animal fear, and she was afraid he was going to have some kind of a fit.
The electricity and phone were out in the house, and it seemed as black as midnight between the flashes of lightning. She had never seen such a furious storm and hoped she never saw another one like it. She tried again to grab Junior's hands and make him stop pulling his hair, but he was too strong and terrified for her to manage. She was scared enough herself. Mary Lou was sucking her thumb in the corner on the floor and whimpering.
It seemed like the last roll of thunder was continuing in a series of heavy thumps. It took Cindy a minute to realize that someone was pounding on the front door. She jumped up and opened the door. There was a young guy standing there on the porch, soaked to his skin. He looked about her age, and was pointing to a sports car in front of the house and trying to say something above the roar of the wind. His little car had been a convertible until the wind got a hold of the canvas roof. Now the canvas was ripped to shreds, and the metal frame of the roof was bent back over the trunk of the little car. She couldn't understand what he was trying to say in all the noise, but she got the picture. She took him by the arm and pulled him into the house and pushed the door shut.
"Could use your phone to call…" he was saying.
"Phone's out. Electricity, too," she shouted, a little bit too loudly. The noise wasn't so bad with the door shut. "You're welcome to stay here until the storm is over," she said.
Junior let out another scream as a stroke of lightning slammed down into the woods nearby.
"Jesus!" The guy jumped. "What's the matter with him?"
"He's retarded, scared to death of the storm. Could you help me quiet him down and make him stop pulling his hair out? He's going to snatch himself bald, uh, Mr., uh?"
"Henry, Henry Preston. Sure, I can handle him."
The guy jumped on Junior as fast as a cat making a pounce. The guy was about five eight and not heavy, but he must have had some muscles packed into that frame. He grabbed Junior's hands and forced him flat on his back, then he let go of one hand and lashed out with his right fist so fast that she wasn't even sure she had seen it move, but she sure as hell heard the crack of his knuckles against Junior's jaw. The idiot's head snapped back and rapped hard on the floor, and he went limp.
Henry got up, nursing his knuckles a little and giving them a lick with his tongue. "He'll be all right, now. He'll have a sore jaw when he comes to, but no damage done."
She took a closer look at him in the flashes of light. He was wearing a sodden wind-breaker and one of those fancy tennis shirts with a little alligator next to his left nipple. His pants were soaked, too, and stuck to his legs. He didn't bulge much in the crotch, but his thighs looked rock hard and tight as steel cables. He had a hard, flat belly on him too. She jerked her eyes up from his basket to look at his face.
He was grinning at her in a cocky way. He had noticed how and where she was looking at him. His face was sort of cute in a funny way. His hair was dark and short, but full, even when wet. He had on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses; she couldn't see what color his eyes were. He was clean-shaven, but with a heavy shadow of beard. His jaw was just a little too heavy to look handsome, but he looked like an all-right guy.
"He your brother?" he asked.
"No, I'm the housekeeper for the family who lives here. He's the older son. His father and brother are away. That's his sister over there in the corner."
He looked around. "Oh," he said. He hadn't noticed Mary Lou when he came in. "You help out their mother?"
"They haven't got a mother. I can usually manage all right by myself. Thanks for helping me with Junior. He's just too big and too scared for me to handle."
He shivered violently like a wet dog. "That's okay. Glad to help."
"Oh, you're freezing like that. Let me get you a blanket so you can get out of those wet clothes. We still have the cooking gas on. I can dry them out for you in the oven. Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?"
"A mug of hot tea would be great." His teeth chattered as he spoke.
She hustled him into the hall and took a blanket out of the linen closet and showed him where the bathroom was. Then she hurried off to the kitchen to turn on the oven and heat some water. As she stood over the stove wondering if she should heat up some food, Mary Lou came in.
"He ain't very hung," she said.
"What?"
"I said he ain't very hung. His cock ain't very big. I peeked in at him through the key hole while he was strippin' off. He's got real hairy balls, though."
"Mary Lou, you shouldn't be doing that. He's a guest in our house!"
"What's wrong with peekin'? I didn't feel him up or nothin'."
Cindy tried to explain to the girl a few matters of politeness, but she couldn't help but feel a little twinge of disappointment, herself. Shame on you! she thought to herself. You got enough cock around this place to keep three or four girls happy. You don't need to be flirting with a passing stranger. Still, he was kind of cute, and she did feel a little wild and excited by the storm which continued to thunder and crash around them.
The guy came into the kitchen all bundled up in the blanket. She pulled a chair over to the stove and took the wad of clothes he held in his hand. She dropped them into the sink and tried to squeeze as much water out of them as she could. She felt a little embarrassed wringing out his jockey shorts. There were a couple of curly black hairs stuck on the wet cloth.
"Don't wring out the shirt," he said. "Just put it out flat on a towel or something." Fussy with his fancy clothes, wasn't he? She got some clean towels and put his clothes on them and then put them into the oven, leaving the door open to warm him up. He sat there, covered up from his neck down to his hairy toes, which he was toasting in front of the stove. The kettle started to whistle, and she made him a cup of tea and one for herself.
"Nice and cozy in here out of the rain," he said.
"We could have a nice little party if it wasn't for the kid," he leered at her.
"Ooo, let's have a party," Mary Lou said. "Let's have a party here in the dark!"
"That's not the kind of party I meant," Henry said.
"Oh yes it is! Don't you want to fuck?" laughed Mary Lou.
He nearly fell off the chair. Cindy had to laugh in spite of herself. She could hardly see his face, but what she could see was worth a fortune. She had never seen a guy go from a leer to slack-jawed amazement so fast in her life.
"Course, you ain't got much of a dick on you," Mary Lou observed.
"The hell you say!" he objected.
"Looks like a piddlin' little thing to me."
"What would you know about it, little girl?"
"Little girl yourself! You take a look at my big brother's cock out there in the living room? Well he's got about the second biggest in the whole wide world, and my daddy's got the best! And I taken both of them more times than you ever got your nut off, Mr. Rich Boy!"
"Is she crazy too?" he asked Cindy.
"No more than the rest of the world," Cindy said. "If you want a party, I guess you got one."
"How much?"
"How much what?"
"How much money?"
"Wow! He's going to pay us just for letting him fuck us, Cindy! How about that!"
"We aren't whores, Mr. Preston. I offered you a party, not a deal. Keep your money."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. You just got me all mixed up. Okay?"
"Okay. You getting nice and warm inside that blanket?"
"Hot as hell in here. You mind if I take it off?"
"Go ahead. Let's see if Mary Lou knows what she's talking about."
The light from the stove and the constant flashes of lightning were enough for her to see that he was very ordinary-looking indeed. Of course, he wasn't on hard yet, but he still didn't look very promising. Mary Lou jumped on him right away and stuffed his soft dong into her mouth. She was sucking and chewing away on him while he leaned back in the chair and stretched his legs out.
"Mmm, she sure knows how to give a hum job doesn't she?" he remarked to Cindy as the girl went down on him. He sighed in satisfaction as she sucked. Cindy was eager to get a look at his prong with a hard-on. Mary Lou finally pulled off it for a while to suck on his ball bag. His pecker was run-of-the-mill in appearance, between six and seven inches in length, ordinary thickness, nothing special about it at all – just a nice lady's home companion.
"I'm right proud of this pecker of mine," he said, quite unexpectedly.
"Oh, really?" she said, not wanting to make any comment that would hurt his feelings.
"It doesn't look like much, but looking isn't fucking," he winked. "Just wait and try me out, and you'll see why I'm proud of it."
Cindy couldn't turn down a direct challenge like that! She began to take off her clothes, doing a little strip for the guy in the light from the stove. The thunder and lightning were still going like all hell broken loose, but it only added to her feeling of thrill and horniness. "Come on, big boy," she said.
"Hey!" Mary Lou objected. "I got him first!"
"You had your turn," Cindy said. "It's my turn now. Right, Henry."
"Right you are, sweetie. What's your name, anyway?"
"Cindy. Come on and show me what's so special, Henry. I'm all hot and bothered already." She took him by his cock and led him into the living room to the sofa. They stepped neatly over Junior's unconscious body, and Mary Lou started sucking on Junior's limp prong to console herself from losing out to Cindy on the new boy.
Cindy stretched out on her back on the sofa and motioned for him to do whatever he wanted to do with her body. She didn't expect much from him, but the electricity in the air made her feel so wild and horny that anything would be better than nothing.
He squatted on his heels on the sofa and feasted his eyes on her body. His face and body appeared to her in the frequent flashes of light from the windows. He looked pale, but the bluish light also showed how tight and firm his body was. She reached out curiously and touched his chest and arms.
To her surprise, his skin felt like a thin velvet covering over muscles that moved like oiled steel. He grinned at her in appreciation of the look she was giving him. He was so proud of himself that her curiosity was aroused.
"Are you some kind of athlete in college?" she asked.
"Not exactly. I'm not on any team, if that's what you mean." He laughed. "They don't have a fucking team at my school. That's the kind of athletics I'm interested in. I like to work out and stay in the top shape I can manage. You'll see why," he said, with a boast in his voice.
She let her hands run down his chest and his rock-hard belly to his cock. It certainly wasn't all that big a tool, but he was as hard as an iron bar. The skin on the shaft of his prick hardly even slid around, he was so swollen. He was dripping lubricating fluid from the head of his dong, too, and she figured that he must be almost ready to shoot off already. She reached down to his hairy nuts and cupped them in her hand. They weren't nearly as big as Sam's or Junior's, or their father's. She arched her back and belly with horniness.
"Come on, Henry, and show me what you can do."
"You bet, lady!"
He eased forward, still on his heels, and placed his hot cock on top of her cunt. He didn't try to stick his fucker into her hole, but only slid his rod between the lips of her pussy. He was really very hot and hard, and the pre-cum dripping from his tool soon had her cunt lips slippery with the stuff.
He made little fucking motions with his cock, back and forth across her clit until he had wet it down with his goo. Then he took his cock in his hands and began to push it down on her clit.
He rubbed the hard knob of it around and around in circles on her buzzer, pushing down when he was over her mound and letting up on it when her clit was under his prong so that the head of it just glided tantalizingly over her stinger. It felt very good, but she didn't need any more arousal. She was more than ready for some hard fucking.
She squirmed her bottom up at him and reached down to stick the head of his cock into her hole.
She lurched up off the sofa and pushed her cunt up on his rod. He wasn't very big, but he sure was hot and hard. He moved his feet out from under him and stretched out on top of her, holding his weight off her body on his hands. He sank his spear into her pussy until their hips rubbed together and the bone above his cock was massaging her clit for her. It felt good, but he wasn't stretching her cunt the way the boys and their father could. He started fucking her with as long a stroke as he could manage without pulling his prick all the way out of her.
Mary Lou gave up on trying to get a hard-on out of Junior's limp dick and came over to the sofa where Cindy and Henry were fucking. She sat on the floor next to them and stuck her hand up between Henry's legs to play with his balls. He paid no attention to her, but Cindy pulled Mary Lou's other hand up to her breasts and had the girl play with her nipples while the boy fucked her pussy.
He was moving pretty fast then, still holding his weight up on his hands on the arm of the sofa and snapping strokes into her hot cunt like he was doing push-ups. Then he began spinning his butt around and driving his dick into her with a corkscrew motion that felt even better. Cindy was getting pretty hot by then and was ready to cum off. She wondered if the boy was going to fuck a bunch of cream into her gash at the same time. She wondered how big a load he would shoot off.
"I'm getting there," she moaned to Henry. "Keep on fucking, boy, don't stop now. That's it, drill that thing into me and bring me off really good."
He didn't say anything, but she could see a smile on his face over hers while he fucked even faster. She felt the orgasm beginning down deep inside her belly, swelling up at her clit and then rushing up her body and down the insides of her legs. Her cunt was contracting and sucking on his cock and she felt the glow of release, but he just fucked faster and faster until he was taking her breath away.
Her passion receded from the peak of her pleasure, and she wondered if he was going to be able to cum off. It didn't look like it, but she hoped that he wasn't going to shoot off then anyway. If he could just go on a little longer, she would be able to work back up to another cum and cream off with him when he did get his rocks off.
He leaned back on his knees with his cock still inside her pussy and still jabbing away at her. He didn't say anything, but he took her legs and pushed them back up on her belly so that her knees were pressed against her boobs. He held them up tight like that and fitted his body between her feet.
She had never fucked like that, but she saw right away why he wanted to do it that way. Her legs were pushed together, and that forced her cunt to tighten up on his dong. Her thighs were also pressed tightly against her clit, and as he began to rock her legs from side to side, she felt her buzzer getting hotter and hornier than before.
He was fucking her like a steam engine that way, his balls banging against the cheeks of her ass so hard that it felt like he was spanking her with his hand. It must sting his nuts to fuck that hard, she thought before she surrendered her mind to the lust that was once again building up inside her. Her cunt seemed tighter on his tool and it felt bigger as he fucked.
She felt like a coiled-up spring getting tighter and tighter with passion as he shafted his hard fucker into her cunt. She was going to cum off again. She was going to make it with him when he came off this time! She clamped down her pussy as hard as she could on his thrusting dick and squealed with pleasure. She didn't have to tell him that she was getting off again. The sucking of her cunt on his cock was message enough. This time it was even better than the first. She felt her neck and face burning with the flush of sex pleasure as she got off again, her toes curling back with the force of the orgasm he was fucking out of her.
But still he didn't shoot off. He fucked faster and faster while she was cumming, and he only slowed down his rapid strokes when she was finished. But she didn't feel any of his hot load inside her, nor did she feel the twitches and jerking of his joint that would have told her that he was getting his rocks off with her.
"Can't you get off?" she gasped as he continued to screw his pecker in her pussy.
"You're not complaining, are you?" he asked. He wasn't even panting or breathing hard.
"No, no. It feels wonderful. I just wanted you to have a good time too. You want me to suck you off?"
He shook his head. "Just wait and see." He fucked some more, jabbing his cock around inside her cunt so that he was exciting every part of her. "Get up on your hands and knees and put your head down on the couch," he ordered.
She did as he said, and he managed to keep his prong inside her and still fucking while she spun around on his shaft. He pushed her butt down so that her cunt was tight on his tool, and he put his hand between her legs and her belly so that his fingers were on each side of her clit. He massaged it gently as he sent his fucker thrusting in and out of her box.
"You like that?" he asked.
She murmured her pleasure.
"Good. Here we go again."
He was on his knees now, hunching her cunt dog-style, and he was fucking her so fast and so hard that she couldn't believe that any man could move his meat like that. One of his hands was playing with her clit just right, and the other one was fondling her breasts. His cock was raping in and out of her cunt so hard and fast that she was afraid he was going to bum her up. She got hotter and hotter, pumping out the pussy cream to keep his rod from scorching her cunt lining.
His fingers were jerking on her clit to the point that it would have been very painful if she hadn't been so aroused. Now, all she wanted was more and more of it. She didn't worry about him cumming too soon. He seemed to be able to hold it back forever.
She found herself hearing sobs and whimpers of agonized pleasure, and it was only when she paused to swallow that she realized that they were coming from her own mouth. He was reducing her to a mass of quivering cunt, just dying to get off one more time in what she knew would be the best cum of her life.
Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! she thought. Here it comes! Oh, God, fuck me, what a fucker, cumming, God, God, so good, don't stop or I'll die!
But he didn't. He fucked faster and faster and harder and harder until she came off in one long scream of animal passion, her mind melting in billows of flaming lust.
But he kept on fucking! Tears and snot were running all over her face, and she was begging him to stop. She couldn't take any more. She couldn't stand it. The pleasure was so intense that her body was writhing and jerking in spasms like she was having a fit. She couldn't swallow or even breathe right because every bit of her being was tied up in her cunt and her clit and the fucking he was giving her. She screamed for him to pull it out.
His voice came to her through clouds of passion. "Now you're ready. Now, you know what I was talking about. Listen to me, cunt! I'm going to fuck you until you come apart like a used-up doll. I'm going to fuck you like you never been fucked before. Feel my fucker up your cunt hole and take it!" he snarled.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her right up off the sofa in his strong arms. She was still impaled on his prong, and he was still driving it into her body like a jackhammer. He turned her over, upside-down, and put her back on the sofa. Her head was hanging over the edge, and her body was curled up in a ball around his crotch. He held her against the back of the couch and got up with his feet on each side of her body, steadying her ass with one hand.
When he was in the position he wanted, be picked up his speed once again and began raping his cock faster and faster into her cunt. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. She couldn't form the words very well, but half the time she was begging him to stop, and the rest of the time she was begging him to fuck her harder.
It was only a minute or so before she knew that she was going to cum again, and she knew that she was going to die this time. He was going to kill her with his cock. And from his snarls and roars, she knew that he was going to cum at the same time. He was going to fuck his cum into her cunt at the same moment that he fucked her to death. And she didn't care. She didn't care at all. It was the best way to die there ever was. Just let me feel him fucking his shit into me before I go! was all she could think.
When it was about to happen, he reached down between their bodies and grasped his hairy sac of balls in his fist. He squeezed down hard on them, hard enough to make a man scream with pain in any ordinary circumstances. He forced his nuts down to the bottom of the bag, and then he took his balls and frigged them hard on her clit, as hard as his mighty arm could rub them on her.
She felt his fuck cream forced out of his balls in great gushing streams, up from his tortured nuts to the root of his fucking cock, out the length of his tube, into her blazing, crazy, jiving, jazzing cunt, and she came with him and screamed and stopped breathing!
She came to half an hour later. The thunderstorm was over, but Henry wasn't finished. She was lying on the sofa, her breathing still ragged and irregular, her face swollen and flushed with sexual exhaustion. There he was on the floor with Mary Lou and Junior. Junior was on his back with his big cock up his sister's cunt, fucking her for all he was worth while Henry had his tool up her asshole and was fucking her from behind!
From the looks on the faces of the brother and sister, it had been going on for a long time. Junior had been shooting fountains of cream up his sister's cunt every time that Henry made her cum off, but the little guy had held off again until he had worn both of them out. He was holding onto Mary Lou's tits like they were the reins on a horse as he prepared to give her his jism the same way he had done with Cindy. She was in an absolute agony of passion, Cindy could tell, and she knew just how she felt. Poor Junior was doing his damnedest to keep up with the strange boy, but she could tell that this would be his last orgasm of the day, too.
She was right. Henry jerked Mary Lou right up into the air with the force of his fucking. Junior's cock was left to shoot its fuck cream up at her body as she dangled, screaming and creaming with her asshole on Henry's plunging staff. She passed out with her brother in gurgling shouts of lust as the jets of gushing jism sprayed into her butt hole.
Mr. Preston sighed with satisfaction and laid her gently down on top of her fucked-out brother. He turned to Cindy as he picked up a piece of Junior's shredded clothes and began to wipe of his cock.
"That was a nice party," he said. "You think my clothes are dry by now?"