Gone with the Wind

The storm warning was timed for mid-afternoon so we made sure to get in the storm shelter by 1p.m.. I was alone at home for the weekend so Peter, my recently acquired boyfriend was visiting. The storm was predicted as a category 4, likely to cause structural damage and a danger to life. Peter lived about an hour away but heading home would mean passing right through the storm path.

Although rain was predicted the temperature was high and the humidity meant we were sweating in just t-shirts and shorts. Entering the shelter through the trap door in the hallway the heat was even more intense and we were both soon wet through. The radio kept up continual updates on the direction, speed and intensity of the storm and it became increasingly apparent that we were going to be hit full on.

The fear of what might happen and the confines of the underground bunker brought us round to talking about our relationship and the future we hoped for. Turned out we both hoped for a future together but neither of us had been brave enough to admit it, letting the one day at a time mode take over. Knowing that we shared the commitment and that the approaching storm could be life threatening somehow drove us to an unspoken desire to progress the physical side of our newly declared love. I'd held back from full sex, not wanting to give a once in a life time gift to a short term relationship.

Peter stripped of his damp shirt and suggested I do the same, given that I was even wetter than him. I was not wearing a bra due to my youthful firmness and hesitated until Peter pointed out that in a wet T-shirt I was showing everything off already. Peter had a fit torso, nice 6 pack and muscular arms, showing his sporting background had paid dividends. He complimented me on my firm stomach and fit appearance and held out his hands, inviting me into a sticky embrace.

My nipples rubbed against his hairy chest and hardened noticeably as we kissed and he pulled me tight against him. I couldn't fail to feel his erection pressing against me and soon he had his hands on my butt pulling my cheeks apart and massaging my pussy through to thin material of my shorts. We'd fumbled in the car a few times so until now this was ground we'd been over before but as Peter guided my hand to his erection we were entering new territory. He slid his shorts down and I was amazed by the dimensions of his cock. Pictures I'd seen on the internet failed to prepare me for the real thing and I worried that love making would be a painful experience.

Peter covered my hand with his and slowly wanked his stiff member, which seemed to grow even more as my efforts excited him. He bent forward to suck my hardened nipples which brought a dampening of my crotch and a shiver down my spine. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts Peter slowly slid them down, snagging my knickers too leaving me naked and exposed. Initially I was afraid to let Peter see me so I covered my pussy with my free hand but he gently pulled it away and placed his hand over my mound. He eased a finger between my lips and caressed my clit, repaying the workover I was giving him. Love juices flooded my channel, dampening his finger and he smeared them over my lips and clit, increasing the pleasure as I spread my legs, giving him better access.

Peter guided me to one of the chairs I'd had moved into the shelter, pushing me into the seat and kneeling on the floor. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my cleft, probing my depths with his tongue. My juices bubbled inside me and Peter lapped them up, titillating my clit on the end of every pass through my sodden lips. My shyness was gone now and I draped my legs over the chair arms, opening up my core for Peter to worship. His thumbs spread my labia and his tongue went deeper, the juices flowed copiously and then he concentrated on my clit and I ground against his face as an orgasm ripped through me.

As I came down from my peak Peter stood up and his erection presented at face level. I sat up and slid forward in the chair, my legs either side of Peters', and thought back to the porn I'd seen on the net. Sticking my tongue out I tentatively licked the tip of his cock which twitched every time I made contact. Peter rocked forward and I opened my mouth letting the tip between my lips and continuing my tongue lashing. Although Peter was the target of my efforts my gaping pussy was tingling with excitement and I couldn't resist the need to touch myself. Seeing me probing my depths and hearing the squelchy soundtrack seemed to harden Peter even more, forcing me to widen my jaw to accommodate him. He took advantage of this easier access to push deeper and I felt his foreskin peel back as he passed over my tongue.

Soon he was pumping his cock deeper and I gagged as he probed my throat and I took nearly his full length into my mouth. A few failed attempts at deepthroat finally led to me accepting all of him and I'd gone from oral virgin to Linda Lovelace in 5 minutes. Peter continued to pump into me and then I felt his bell end balloon and he ejaculated down my throat. I'd heard friends say the taste was unpleasant but his spunk bypassed my taste bubs and flowed down my throat in a creamy torrent.

My fingers had kept on working my pussy and as Peter peaked I concentrated on my love button and shamelessly orgasmed for a second time. Peter dropped to his knees and pushed my fingers aside with his tongue, prolonging my shuddering orgasm until I had to pull him away, the nerve tingling pleasure edging into excessive sensitivity. I expected Peter to need some recovery time but his erection was still full on and he positioned himself with his bell end between my lady lips and let me wrap my legs around his waist. I now had control of his movements and gingerly pulled him forward, edging his cock deeper into my core. The use of feminine sanitary items had removed my hymen years ago but the fullness was a new sensation and I cautiously continued to pull him forward, stretching my channel to unknown dimensions and titillating previously untouched nerve endings.

Eventually I felt his pubis pushing against mine and knew he was totally engulfed within me. I relaxed my scissor grip of his waist and he slowly withdrew until my outer lips just covered his tip, then he pushed forward and buried his length in me again. I heard the radio commentary say the eye of the storm was now right in our town and sure enough the cellar door seemed to tighten in the frame as if something was trying to pull it open. Desire overcame fear and Peter increased the speed of his thrusts, igniting another orgasm in me which brought a similar response from Peter. His fluids mixed with mine as he froze while fully inserted and pumped his spunk deep within me.

The whole room seemed to tremble as the wind assaulted the building, the post orgasmic tremble exaggerating the sensation. As we came down from our excitement overload the storm seemed to pass on and the air pressure dropped. We wriggled back into our damp clothes and cautiously opened the trapdoor to be greeted by daylight, not a roof and walls, everything of my childhood home was gone, right down to ground level. A damp T-shirt and shorts and some very damp gusseted knickers were now my worldly possessions.

The ensuing weeks were life changing, new house courtesy of the insurance company, new fiance and a new life growing inside me, boy or girl the name Storm is already chosen.