The Storm

Author's note: Okay, folks, here's the final installment... or is it? Enjoy, and if you have a moment after reading, I'd love to hear your comments on how you like/dislike it, or ways you feel it could be better.

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I looked at Marie and had to grin. The stunning Filipina met my stare with one of her own, intense and unblinking. I had always found her to be an extraordinary combination of beauty and warmth. At five-two, she stood only an inch taller than her daughter, Mia, but her DD-cup breasts were even fuller. And while Mia's remarkable ass may have been sculpted from her years of gymnastic training, those full, mouth-watering globes were undeniably inherited from Marie. Before my wife, Elizabeth, had died, she and Marie had routinely worked out together, usually in our gym downstairs, but sometimes at the yoga place they had joined. Marie still came over often to use the equipment downstairs, either alone or with the girls. At thirty-eight, her body was exquisite, and she could still easily pass for a woman in her mid-twenties.

"Okay," I said, "what kind of spoiling are we talking about? Like, pie for dessert spoiling or, maybe, back rub spoiling?" There was that mischievous twinkle in her eyes, again.

"Oh, I'm leaning more toward some rubbing," she replied. "And you deserve lots of rubbing, Michael." I nodded. A back rub from my beautiful, sexy neighbor sounded really good at that moment. My muscles had been worked really hard the night before, the first night with my daughter, Kelly, in her new role as Daddy's free-use lover. Marie took my hands in hers. "Would you like to get spoiled upstairs on your bed?" she asked innocently.

"Actually," I countered, remembering the cum-stained state of my bed, "how about we do this downstairs on one of the benches?" Marie smiled and led me down the stairs to the gym. I pulled the sturdy bench from the bench press station out to the middle of the floor while Marie picked up a couple towels from the stack on the table near the sink.

"Take off your shirt and sweatpants," she directed as she spread one of the towels over the bench. I laughed.

"I can lose the shirt, Marie, but I don't think you want me to take off the pants."

"Seriously?" she asked, giving me that look she does when she raises one eyebrow like Mr. Spock. "How many times have I seen you out at the pool wearing your swim trunks? Your boxers are probably bigger than some of those trunks, honey. Don't be shy, now. I need those off so I can massage your legs, too." I laughed, again. "What's so funny about that?"

"Sweetie, I'm not wearing anything under these sweats." For a moment, she appeared stunned by this new bit of information. Then she 'hmmphed' me and waved it off, as if dismissing the problem altogether.

"No worries," she said matter-of-factly, "take them off and we'll cover your bottom with this other towel, if you're going to be all shy about it." Marie stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, fists firmly planted on her hips, staring at me, waiting for me to follow her instructions.

"Okay," I said, surrendering to her matronly will. "The towel is entirely up to you, hon." I stepped out of my house slippers, peeled off the T-shirt, and hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my sweats. I paused and looked at her, giving her one last chance to reconsider.

"You forget how to take your pants off, Michael?" she asked. "You waiting on some help with that, or something?" I considered telling her that I would love some assistance with removing my pants, knowing she would have to kneel down in front of my cock to get the elastic at the bottom of my pantlegs over my heels.

"No," I conceded. "Just giving you an opportunity to... well, never mind." A few seconds later, the sweats were on the floor next to my shirt. Marie did an incredible job of playing it cool as I walked over to the bench, my dick swinging like a meat pendulum as I walked. The bench was not wide enough for me to lie down on like a massage table. Earlier, my thought was to raise the incline to its highest setting and sit down with my chest against it. I hadn't realized Marie's intention to massage anything other than my back and shoulders. When I explained this to her, she told me to go ahead and she'd do my legs over on the mats. It sounded like a reasonable solution, and I adjusted the bench and sat down. Behind me, unseen, Marie removed all of her own clothing, then sat down on the bench, her pelvis pressed firmly against my butt. My mind was still processing this when I felt her hands on my trapezius muscles, fingers over the top and thumbs pressing up from below.

"Oh!" I grunted at her touch. "I sure like being spoiled." Marie worked her magic on my achy muscles, going from the traps to my shoulders, then down my upper arms to the elbows. As she leaned forward to reach my forearms, I felt her voluptuous tits press against my back. That's when I first realized she was naked behind me. I fought the impulse to turn around and fill my hands with tit-flesh, and suck her nipples into my mouth. It was my turn to play it cool. I knew my time was approaching. When her hands returned to my back, I silently lamented the loss of her warmth against my skin.

"Gee, Michael, you have a lot of knots in your back muscles. This may take a while to work them all out." I gave her a low moan. She knew what I meant. Twenty minutes later, I was lying on my stomach on the towel Marie had spread over one of the stretching mats. Gazing openly at her incredible, sexy body when she had spread the towel, I felt myself in the early pulses of an impending erection. I lay down quickly to hide what was happening. No sooner had I moved into position that I felt Marie straddle me, sitting down on my lower back, facing my ass and legs. My mind grappled with the thought that Marie had her pussy plastered flat against my spine. Fuck! More blood was trying to fill my cock, even though I was lying on it. It didn't help matters any when I felt her fingers begin to massage my ass. Holy shit, if you've never experienced a butt massage, you're missing out.

Marie's palms and fingers squeezed and pressed my butt muscles for quite some time, leaving me a drooling, euphoric mess. The time she spent doing my hamstrings, calves and feet nearly rendered me unconscious. Her gentle slap on my ass brought me back from the fog.

"Wake up, sleepy boy," I heard her say, like she was far away. "Time to turn over so I can do the other side." Yeah, that last part had me wide awake. I knew that, once on my back, a hardon would be inevitable. Fuck it, maybe that would be a good thing. One way to find out, right? I flipped over and got settled on the towel. Marie got down on her knees next to my hips, then sat back on her heels. She grabbed my swelling cock and shook it playfully as she spoke.

"Michael, when I start to massage you on this side, this thing is going to get hard. No worries, it's what happens. Don't be embarrassed, okay?" I swallowed hard and nodded. It was already happening as she talked about it. Marie pressed my swelling dick upward against my stomach and threw a leg over me, settling with her surprisingly wet pussylips against the underside of my shaft. My eyes were fixed on her massive titties, with their large brown areolas and big, dark nipples. I couldn't look away, even though I knew she was aware that I was staring. They were spellbinding.

"I see you like my boobies." I could only nod like an idiot. Marie leaned forward and began to massage my pecs. Without any conscious direction on my part, my hands moved on their own volition to grope and explore her luscious, succulent tits as they hung down beneath her.

"Hey, who's giving the massage, here, big boy. Mmmm... you definitely like my boobies." My hormone-fueled brain desperately wanted my lips and tongue on those long, swollen nipples, and it took all my fading reserves to refrain. Every time she shifted herself forward and back, pressing down and flushing the blood from my pectoral muscles, it made her cootch slide along my dick, maddeningly fabulous. Once she had finished with my chest, she slid her pussy back slightly, this time settling her labia across my nut sack. My cock was already hard as hickory and needed to get busy inside her. Marie worked on my abs, mostly using her thumbs. I think. It was hard to pay attention with the heat and moisture from her cunt teasing my balls without mercy.

Soon, she was shifting back even further, until she was sitting on my knees. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and pull it toward her, making it point straight up at the ceiling. She rubbed the big cap in delicious circles with her left palm, while pumping the shaft with her right hand. I saw the lust in her eyes, saw her lick her lips. I knew this was going to happen, and I was already burning for her.

"This is enormous, Michael. I've never seen one this large, but I'm up for the challenge. You ready for the rest of your massage, baby?" Again, words were beyond my ability to summon and I could only nod. Marie licked her lips again and leaned forward. The big mushroom disappeared inside her lovely, hot mouth, followed by a few inches of shaft meat. I felt the head bump into the back of her throat. It was as far as I typically made it in a woman's mouth. Anxious to experience her oral techniques, I was startled when she moved back a little more, tugged my cock downward so it was pointing toward my feet, then slid herself forward, again. The head of my cock slid three or four inches down Marie's throat! My eyes shot wide open, as every muscle in my body tensed.

She paused for a moment, backed up slightly, then surged forward again, this time taking an additional inch down her throat. It was the first time I had seen half my cock disappear into a woman's mouth. Marie held still for a few seconds, giving her throat time to adjust before pulling all the way back. My penis slipped out of her mouth and she let it pop up, once again aiming toward the ceiling as she coughed to clear her throat.

"Son-of-a-bitch," she croaked hoarsely, "that's a tight fit." She took a few more deep breaths as she started jacking me off with her left hand.

"Sweetheart," I said softly, enjoying the handjob as I propped myself up on my elbows to better see her, "I really love what you're doing for me, but you don't have to do that. I don't want you to injure yourself." Marie got back into position, tugged my cock back down to her lips, then steadily inched forward until I felt my cockhead once more at the back of her throat. She gave me a wink and lunged forward. Marie's face slammed forcefully against my pubic hair! My entire cock was buried in her mouth and throat! The sensation overloaded my nervous system and for a moment my brain seemed to short circuit. I spasmed, sat nearly upright and reached for Marie's head but stopped just short of grabbing her, my splayed fingers clawing the empty air.

"Ahhh!" I yelled. It was the most coherent thing I could think of. Marie reached under her chin for my sack, wrapped her fingers around my testicles, one in each hand. She pulled on my scrotum, not enough to cause pain, yet still firmly, as if she was trying to prevent my cock from escaping the wondrous throat that had engulfed it. For several long, luxurious seconds we stayed like that, me trembling and Marie anchored to my dick. When she began to back up, Marie took her time, working her tongue side to side along the underside of my cock, pleasuring it as it slowly emerged from her mouth.

I felt the head slip from her throat, yet she kept it in her mouth, sucking and tonguing the hell out of it while air billowed furiously in and out of her nostrils. Every nerve ending in my dick was electrified. She released her grip on my balls and began to pump my shaft with both hands. In a matter of seconds, I felt the orgasm coming. Somehow, I sensed it would be gigantic, frightening in its intensity. With shaky hands I reached out and cradled her head, meeting her eyes with mine as she looked up at me.

"Marie," I moaned, "I'm close!" She rammed my cockhead to the back of her throat and pumped my pulsing dick feverishly. I roared like a beast as the orgasm overwhelmed me, threatened to rip my screaming soul from my flesh. A torrent of cum launched from my cock, dowsed Marie's throat. Rope after rope blasted from me, each one eagerly swallowed by my sexy neighbor. I lost all perception of time passing, of the space and objects around me. I knew only of Marie's sumptuous lips sealed tight around my cock, her hands trying so vigorously to milk every drop of cum from my body, and the tongue slithering around my mushroom, snaking its tip in my piss hole for any cum it might find. Satisfied that she had drained me, Marie pulled the end of my dick from her mouth, slowly, keeping her lips tight against my sensitive flesh as I slid out. My breathing was a series of ragged, shallow gasps, and I could not stop the quivering that racked my body. Seeing my state of helpless euphoria, Marie laughed, a soft, sweet, understanding laugh as she lay down on top of me, squashing those phenomenal titties against me, comforting me, cuddling me, kissing and snuggling me. Loving me.

"How's the spoiling coming along, my dear?" she whispered, once my shakes had calmed down. My arms were wrapped around her, my palms and fingers exploring and fondling her meaty ass cheeks.

"Oh, my god, Marie." I kissed her neck, nibbled it. "Best massage ever. I had no idea that was even possible." She raised up slightly, took firm control of my jaw with her right hand and kissed me, a searing, deep kiss that left me panting. My cock started to inflate, again. Breaking the kiss, she nuzzled in tight against my neck.

"When I first saw your middle leg, I wasn't sure, either. But I was determined to do it, to take it all the way down my throat. Then, after I got it all in, I thought you were going to cum directly into my stomach." My fingers converged on her crack, leaped in and pulled her ass cheeks apart, leaving her sweet pucker exposed and vulnerable. Thwack! My hardening rod slapped her open crack, making Marie's asshole clench in surprise. She grinned. "Looks like you want some more spoiling."

I let go of her ass and rolled us over on the mat. Mounting Marie felt strangely natural, like we'd done this hundreds of times though it was our first. I yearned to eat her pussy, to dive in and suck her swollen clit, to drink the nectar from her quivering little quim, to tongue her asshole and feel her little ring clench down on my tongue in pleasure. Sadly, as much as I needed to taste her, my desire to fuck her was too great to resist. Devouring her snatch would have to wait.

I drew my hips back, then reached down and guided my dick to her dripping pussy hole. There had been so many times over the years that I'd envied her husband, knowing that Todd must have frequently enjoyed himself in her body. And after his death, I often fantasized about being her lover, but for the last two decades we had just enjoyed our relationship as close friends and neighbors. The easy progression from spoiling to boiling was unexpected but very, very welcome. Marie wrapped those beautiful legs around my waist.

"It's been two years since my pussy has felt a cock in it," she confided. "My Todd had a large one, too, but nothing like this. Take what you need from me, Michael, but please start slowly." I nodded, leaned down and kissed her, my tongue invading her wet, steamy mouth, sucked her tongue when she offered it up. Gently, I pressed my cock forward, not entering her but applying pressure. More kissing, more pressure. I felt her opening begin to yield. A little more pressure, tiny thrusts and withdrawals, and my cockhead was making progress. Marie moaned into my mouth and I thrust a bit harder. My mushroom was inside her tight, juicy cunny. She whimpered and broke the kiss to catch her breath. I eased back, paused a moment then thrust forward with enough force to gain another inch.

"Oh, fuck!" she squealed, tightening the grip she had on me with her legs. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Another thrust, another two inches. Again and again, humping her pussy slowly, not going for more depth, yet. After a minute or so, Marie began to thrust back against me, picking up the pace while trying to impale herself more deeply on my meaty spear. Sensing her need, I gave a more rigorous thrust, sending her another four inches.

"Oh-oh-ahhhh!" she huffed. Her nails dug into my back and it dawned on me that, during her massage of my back, she had to have seen the wounds left by my daughter the previous night! She hadn't mentioned the scratches and punctures, but now was adding some of her own. She writhed beneath me, desperate for more. So I gave her more, shoving her burning cock sleeve full of my meat until I was bottomed out against her cervix. Something felt odd, there. Wonderful, but odd. Most of the times that I went cockhead to cervix, it felt like firm, dense tissue. Marie's cervix was much softer, kinder to a visiting cock than most. It almost felt like I had bumped into a big marshmallow with a dimple in the middle. I loved it, and looked forward to bumping it some more. So I did. I pulled way back, then slammed back in, thumping hard against her hot marshmallow. And again, and again.

My sweet, adorable neighbor was now a twisting, thrusting sex machine, mewling and groaning, panting and squealing. She screamed for me to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster. I was happy to do so. I pushed her legs from around me, placed her feet flat against my chest. Reaching around her thighs, I gripped them tightly near her hips and used them to hold her in place so I could hammer fuck her senseless. Orgasms struck her relentlessly, each building in strength and frequency. Her huge titties bounced wildly all over her chest, too big and luscious to keep pace with my rapid pounding of Marie's fuckbox. Her sex whimpers, squeals, and screams only added to the satisfaction I was feeling as Marie's new lover. I felt like Tarzan after eating a Viagra sandwich.

Her cunny honey leaked out of her as I banged away, oozing down her perineum to her pulsating sphincter. Screaming that she couldn't take any more only drove me on. I'd heard that several times from several women, and I knew it wasn't true. They always took more. And more. And more. I rubbed her clitty with my thumb, she screamed and pounded the mat with her palms. I reached up and pinched her nipples, and tried to stabilize her bouncing melons. She squealed again and grabbed my hands with her own, preventing me from letting go of her magnificent orbs. She nibbled my neck hard. The pain was an exquisite contrast to the unreal pleasure her vagina was giving my cock.

"I need to be on top, baby," she panted, teeth still engaged with my neck. I had hoped to shoot my load into her while we were still in the missionary position, but it was important to give Marie what she needed from me. I rolled back over, my dick still imbedded in her snatch. As she began to grind on me, I resumed my kneading and groping of her tits. As her fervor increased, grinding didn't seem to be enough.

One leg at a time, she repositioned herself from her knees to her feet, squatting and rising, clenching my cock in a delicious rhythm. Faster and faster, more and more frantic. When the first orgasm hit her, the unthinkable happened. Her legs tensed, causing her left foot to shoot forward on the mat. Reflexively, she tried to catch herself by transferring her weight to the other foot, which only made it shoot forward, too. She dropped suddenly down on my rigid shaft, her full bodyweight bearing her down. When my dick hit her soft, marshmallow cervix, there was still five inches of hard man-meat beneath her. I drove through Marie's cervix like a semi with no brakes, ramming my mushroom cap deep inside her uterus. This scream put all of her prior screams to shame. It's a wonder the girls didn't hear it across town in the movie theater.