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His hands renewed their exploration of her back and sides, eliciting moans and squirms on his body as she ground her pubes and breasts against him. In a few minutes, he felt her open her knees to straddle him, resuming her drive for release and satisfaction.
"Again, Davey," she breathed in his ear. "Again, and more. Fuck me, Dave, that's what we're doin', isn't it? We're fuckin'? Oh gawd this feels so friggin' good! More, harder, Davey, fuck me hard! Please! Godohgodohgod! Do! It! Now! Yessss!" she howled. And outside, the howling ululations of the storm warnings sounded anew.
In spite of her climax, Tempest wrapped her arms and legs around Dave's torso and held on to him like a raft in a stormy sea. He again flipped them, remaining in her heated sheath, supporting himself on knees and elbows.
He felt her breathing regulate itself, felt her begin to move on his staff. He responded, reciprocating her movements until their hips were only a blur, his eruption triggering her fifth climax that day.
He rolled onto his side, maintaining their connection. In that position, they fell asleep on the pile of laundry that was their bed. Sometime later, Dave awoke to a clear sky and setting sun; his shaft shrunk to its usual flaccid size. He got up and slipped on his shoes, and went up the stairs to look into the kitchen.
Most of the floor was clean, as were the walls, furniture and appliances. A band of mud fanned out from the doorway to the living room, three fourths of the way across the kitchen. In the mud, he could see the glitter of broken glass.
Gingerly, he walked across the mud deposit to look in the living room. The entire floor was covered with a half inch of mud and detritus from the storm, including the glass and sashes of the windows which had been broken by the wind and wind borne debris. He looked to the stairway and saw similar conditions, but not as severe. The top steps, in fact, looked clean.
He returned to the cellar, stopping in the kitchen to be sure no glass had stuck to the soles of his shoes. He shook the sleeping woman, calling her name, "Tempest. Tempest, sweet. Time to wake up."
She rolled on to her back and stretched, smiling, arching her back so her breasts and pussy were well displayed. Dave felt a strong twitch in his crotch along with a definite surge of blood to his staff. "Damn, girl! You look good enough to eat! 'N fact, I think I will!" he exclaimed as he leaned forward to grab a breast in his mouth.
Tempest squealed in surprise and tried to back away, but the surprise quickly gave way to pleasure, so she ceased struggling. Pleasure was replaced by concern as he abandoned her tit and began to nibble around her navel, resulting in a light tickling sensation, sending ripples of suppressed laughter and arousal up and down her torso. She reached down to push him away only to have him continue down her body thru her carrot colored bush and beyond.
The first brush of his tongue traveled from the top of her hair-covered slit down and stopped just beyond the bottom of it, then reversed, probing between her labia and spreading them. Her response was a long grunting moan while she pushed her hips up into Dave's face. He pulled away and lay down beside her.
"Feel good?" he asked. Speechless, she could only nod. "The storm has stopped, and other than the windows and some mud, the house looks to be okay. Why don't I carry you upstairs, since you don't have shoes, and we continue this in your bed?" A wide smile made its way slowly across her face and into her eyes as her arms encircled his neck. She nodded again, and kissed him.
He laid her down in the center of her bed, a ticking stuffed mattress on a wire spring network suspended from the bed frame. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her knees, stretching his body over hers. "Tempest," he said, almost apologetically, "if you want me to stop, or if something doesn't feel right to you, just say so, and I'll stop; okay?"
She looked puzzled. "Why would I want to stop something that feels so good, or makes me feel good?"
"You might get pregnant. Your boyfriend..."
Tempest laughed, an unpleasant laugh. "As if Pap would let me have a boyfriend. He hasn't said anythin' yet, but I'm sure he's plannin' on callin' me to join him and Mam some night in their ruttin'. You think he's gonna care about me gettin' a baby?"
She grabbed his face and pulled him to her for a tongue filled kiss. "Now what were you doin' to me just before we came up here. It looked a lot like what Mam does when the college boys get stung by a bee."
"What?"
"Lay down, 'n I'll show ya." She pushed Dave on his back and got up on her knees next to him. "A few years ago, Pap sent me to the greenhouse to g
et some plants to transplant. When I walked in, Mam was on her knees, in front of Billy, one of the summer workers that year. She had his thin' in her mouth and was bobbin' up and down on it.
"Billy saw me come in and pulled away from her. Mam turned around and saw me, 'n she said Billy had been stung by a bee and she was givin' him first aid, suckin' out the poison. I got the plants and was headed out the door when she called to me not to tell Pap or Billy would get fired for bein' careless.
"When I looked back, she was doctorin' him again. Then I saw him get all tensed up and grab Mam by the hair. When he let her go, I saw her spit somethin' out. I figgered it was the poison, until I heard some girls at school talkin' about givin' their boyfriends blowjobs, that's what they called it. Then I understood why Mam didn't want me to tell Pap.
"She seems to enjoy it a lot. A few times I've seen her orgasm doctorin' the summer boys, as she calls it. I've always wanted to try it. What do I have to do?"
Dave had her first just lick his prick from bottom to top and around the head until she was comfortable with the textures and the feel on her tongue, then, cap the crown with her mouth, keeping her teeth wide open.
The next step was to have her exert a gentle suction and slowly allow it to enter her mouth as far as she could take it. She got over half of his eight and a half inches in her mouth before she started to gag.
When she pulled off him, her smile was a mile wide and her emerald eyes, bright with excitement. "Ooooh, I like that. It feels so nice. Sort of like when you fuck me, but different. It feels hard and soft, almost velvety, at the same time." She ducked her head toward his rod. "How can I swallow it? Won't it hurt it to bend goin' down my throat?"
He had her lie on her back and put a couple of pillows under her shoulders, her head, on the bed. Slowly, he entered her mouth and fed his cock down her throat. He pulled back, nearly clear of her mouth, then pushed back in as far as he could.
He could feel the bony structure of her larynx as he passed over it; could see his cock's progress down her esophagus. Slowly, he pulled back, against her continuing suction, until he was free.
He sat back on his heels and looked down to see her green eyes, neon bright with joy, and a wide smile. "I guess you're alright, then," he said with a smile. More?" She nodded, eagerly and opened her mouth, waiting for him.
Dave re-entered her mouth slowly as he stretched his body over hers, reaching for her legs and pulling them toward him so she was bent at the hips, her quim facing the ceiling. He locked her legs under his arms and buried his face in her cunt, drilling his tongue as deep in her as he could reach.
