Heavy rain hammered loudly on the roof of our porch. Strong winds whipped through the mesh screening, blowing the heat of the summer day quickly away. The wind pushed raindrops through the screen, vaporizing the droplets into a fine, refreshing mist. The random lighting strikes that brilliantly lit the night-time sky were quickly followed by deafening claps of thunder. The room was pitch black, interrupted only by the persistent flashes of bright white light. Being out in the elements, experiencing the power of mother nature was intensely stimulating.
Making love outdoors, during a raging thunderstorm is possibly one of the most erotic experiences there is. Tonight was a perfect chance for us to take advantage of the situation. The kids were sleeping over at friends houses, and the electricity was out. There was nothing to do, but ride out the storm.
We had just finished smoking a joint, and I had excused myself to dress more appropriately for the activities about to follow. Getting stoned always makes Julie uncontrollably horny. Normally, she dresses and acts the part of the quaint little school-marm, but, in the right situation, and with a little weed to help her shed her inhibitions, she becomes just the opposite of her day time persona. Her transformation from prude to nasty slut is an incredible turn on.
I stopped in the porch doorway for a moment to enjoy the scenery and savor the coming moments. Julie was leaning on the screen sill, wind blowing through her hair, watching the storm. Her beautiful little butt swayed back and forth, enticing me to come closer.
I moved in behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gently pushed my pelvis against her soft buttocks. She instinctively stood up on her toes, causing my semi-erect penis to lodge against her pubic region. She purred quietly as she brushed herself against my manhood.
I pulled up on the legs of her shorts causing her to arch her back and bring more of her delicate little flower in contact with the bulge that it craved so desperately. A bolt of lighting split the darkness, highlighting her wicked smile. I could tell by the brief look in her eye that her transformation was complete. She reacted to the loud thunder that immediately followed the white flash of the lightening by driving her soft spot into me. The thin material between us was the only thing that prevented insertion. I whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you go change into something sexy while I make us a drink?”
She turned, kneeled down in front of me, and without ever breaking eye contact, pulled my cock from my shorts and inserted it into her mouth. It stiffened like a rock between her warm, wet lips.
With saliva still dripping from the corners of her mouth, she stood and gave the hottest, deepest kiss that I can remember.
She stroked my stiff rod while her tongue explored my mouth.
She then put her mouth up against my ear, and with the hottest, sultriest breath that she could muster she purred ...
“My cunt is on fire! It needs a nice big hard cock to fuck it. I’d do anything for a big hard cock right now! Anything!”
She bent down and kissed the end of my now throbbing rod.
“I just love a good hard cock!” She assured me as she left to get changed.
She rarely takes charge of the situation like that.
“Whew!!” I thought to my self. “This is going to be great!”
I quickly made us a couple of drinks and returned to the screened-in porch.
I paced like a caged tiger in anticipation of her return.
My dick remained in a half excited state.
I tried to listen for her return, but it was raining too hard.
I thought I heard a knock on the door, but just shrugged it off.
Then it happened again.
‘Oh shit!” I thought. “What the hell could this be?’
I opened the door to find two soaking wet black men standing on the stoop. The smaller of the two, (who was at least six feet tall, but was dwarfed by his companion) explained that their car had broken down, and that my house was the closest place, and asked if they could come in and use the phone.
Grudgingly I agreed to let them in, knowing that it was the right thing to do, but none the less cursing them under my breath.
I opened the door, thinking I would show them to the phone, and then go warn Julie that we were not alone anymore. But, as quickly as the second man enter the porch, there was the barrel of a pistol shoved up under my chin.
“Just shut up, and you won’t get hurt!” The smaller of the two said as he motioned for his friend to move me over to the couch.
They sat me in the corner of the couch, tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the legs of the couch and then tied a rope around my neck and to the frame of the couch. I wasn’t going anywhere.
The little one took the pistol from the big one and motioned him to check the rest of the house.
“Any noise out of you, and I’ll blow your fucking head off! Got it?” He whispered, knowing that I wasn’t the only one home.
I just nodded affirmatively and quietly waited.
The big one was waiting, and as Julie emerged from the bathroom, he grabbed her from behind. She kicked and screamed and struggled, but to no avail. He was much bigger and stronger than she was. With ease he carried her kicking and struggling to the porch.
“Look what I found , Roy!”
He put her down and held her hands behind her back, she struggled to break free.
The big guy smiled. “And she’s a feisty one!”
Julie struggled even harder.
“Let go of me, you bastard! Let go!” she hollered.
“Shut up!” Roy commanded.
When she saw the gun under my chin, she froze.
“That’s better,” he said as he moved towards her.
Julie was wearing a short, Japanese silk robe, tied at her waist with a silk belt. The robe was loose above the belt from her struggling. It was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Well, well, well! What do we have here? Looks like you were expecting us!” He mused as he reached for her belt.
“Don’t touch me you bastard!” She defiantly spatted.
He raised his hand and slapped her with a backhand across the cheek.
“Look here you little piece of white trash. I make the rules around here, and rule number one is this: if you don’t do exactly as I say, pretty boy over there is going to get his head blown off! Understand!”
She nodded reluctantly.
He reached for her belt a second time, and she remained silent and motionless.
“Now that’s a good girl.” He commended her as he loosened the knot and pulled the belt away.
With her hands still being held behind her back, her robe opened, exposing her firm milky white breasts. She was wearing nothing but a shear white pair of panties, thigh-high black fish nets and 4" spiked heels.
“Mmm, Mmm, Mmm!!!”
“Looks like we hit the jackpot here! You’re one fine lookin’ little momma! Damn Jim!” He exclaimed.
