{"id":39469,"date":"2022-07-25T07:26:18","date_gmt":"2022-07-25T05:26:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=39469"},"modified":"2026-02-14T22:26:46","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T21:26:46","slug":"a-storms-warning-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/a-storms-warning-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Storm’s Warning – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

On the nightstand, my phone vibrated, and the flashlight blinked twice. A text.<\/span><\/p>\n

I tried to ignore it. I had been attempting to put away my phone at 10:30 every night. I wanted better sleep, more sleep, and to feel great the next morning. I read about the benefits online, so it had to be true.<\/span><\/p>\n

It had been tough to avoid the phone though. I feel like I am missing a party or potentially left out of the biggest news of the century.<\/span><\/p>\n

This text arrived at 11:17 p.m. I was in bed and watching TV. My eyes were half-open as I tried to focus on the monotonous sitcom. The bland, rinky-dink humor could not keep my attention, so I could not stop glancing at the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted to know who was texting me so late and why. My curious mind told me this may be an emergency. Someone may be in dire need. If they told me, if the text wasn\u2019t for me, it would be nice to let the sender know the text went to the wrong number. I would be a humanitarian, or at least a friendly neighbor. Nevertheless it was after 10:30, and I was living by that new rule. But what if?<\/span><\/p>\n

I glanced at the phone. Laying there now within reach and holding some information that I may need. So, like always, curiosity won. I took the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adjusting my eyes to the bright screen, I saw the text message:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStorm\u2019s power is down, shield off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A storm and a shield? Sounded like an incorrect message from the National Weather Service. The weather app on my phone showed a warm evening with no storms on the horizon. And weather service would not need to tell me about a power outage of one of its shields.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pieced together scenarios that included storm power and a downed or disconnected satellite. Nothing worked out to be coherent. The message was a mystery that I didn\u2019t or couldn\u2019t understand, so I chalked it up to a wrong number. More than a mere wrong number, I didn\u2019t reply to the sender. The message was odd enough that it may be a trick.<\/span><\/p>\n

I shoved the phone under my pillow and rolled over in bed, my back to the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was only a few minutes later that the phone buzzed again. 11:24. I grunted and grabbed the phone. I was ready to let the sender know, in no uncertain terms, that this cell number was not the National Weather Service or anyone interested in coming storms. This new text confused me even more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cU able to pump her up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A storm and now pumping it up was even stranger. How does someone pump up a storm? The weather service can\u2019t do that. And a \u201cher\u201d? Who refers to a storm as a female nowadays.<\/span><\/p>\n

Spam? Phishing?<\/span><\/p>\n

I checked the phone number: a 646 area code. It was a city number. But there are plenty of weirdos in the city. Scammers are everywhere too. It may be a local number but sent by someone across the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s when it clicked: Storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

I grinned. \u201cI can\u2019t believe it. That crazy woman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

You see, I went to a costume party two weeks ago. A fun night. Really fun.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had my grandfather\u2019s corncob smoking pipe and a can of spinach in my pantry that may have been as old as the pipe. I found a pair of blue slacks, a black shirt with a red collar, and a yellow belt. I stuffed small pillows into nylons to make oversized forearms and drew anchor tattoos on them. Then I headed off to party and, maybe, find Olive Oyl. I figured finding her may lead me to my nemesis, Bluto.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took a long ride from Brooklyn to Harlem, getting a lot of glances and grins from riders. At the 125th Street Station, a brittle old man remembered the classic character.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAye, Popeye, I\u2019ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.\u201d He held out a cup for some change. I tossed him two quarters and said, \u201cI\u2019ll be back Tuesday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFifty cents won\u2019t buy a burger nowadays.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIn my day, two quarters would buy a bag full.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re old.\u201d And he laughed wildly.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few blocks away, I began to hear where I was headed. The beat of the music echoed across the storied, down the street to the intersection where I turned.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood in front of a brownstone on West 131st Street in Harlem. The windows on the three floors were bright and open. The closer I got, the more the music boomed into the street and the costumes were everywhere. I saw Prince wearing his purple coat. Vincent Von Gogh carrying an art frame. Naruto, Cinderella, and, of course, a 1980s party girl in a shimmering dress and teased hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walking up the front steps, I think I passed Willie Nelson. He was taking a toke on a long blunt. His long braids, shaggy gray beard and dull eyes were so natural that it may not have been a costume but really him. I decided not to ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

Inside the house, I found Gary, my friend who invited me. He was Nacho Libre, bare-chested and beer-bellied.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPopeye!\u201d he called to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I raised my spinach can to him. \u201cLooks like a great party. Glad I made it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGetting a beer or eating spinach?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpinach is in case I need some strength later on. I\u2019m planning to start with a shot of whisky and then slow to the pace of beer drinking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDrinks \u2026 in the \u2026 kitchen,\u201d he stammered as he was dragged away by Mulan. The Chinese woman held a foam sword to his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gary always got mixed up with unique crowds. He was with bikers for a while, then had a part in a local burlesque show, and worked on creating a video game, offering his storytelling skill. I met him in a cooking class at a community college. Now when he gives me a heads-up about an event, I mark it on my calendar. Rarely do I miss them.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the kitchen, an iron horse trough was filled with melted ice. Brown bottles of beer, cans of cola, and small bottles of water floated in the cold water.<\/span><\/p>\n

Roy Rogers carried a bag of ice on his shoulder. He smiled at me and then sang, \u201cHappy trails to you \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I nabbed a dark Guinness before Roy dumped the bag into the trough.<\/span><\/p>\n

I just nodded and left the kitchen. The characters were out en masse. And these people didn\u2019t skimp out, pretending to forget it was a costume party. Rock stars, busty nurses, and taut men in tight shirts and booty shorts. As good as my beer was my stroll through the house, taking in all the sights. I saw Janet Jackson on an escapade.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I heard a shout from someone across the room. \u201cAye, Popeye, where\u2019s Olive Oyl?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave you seen her?\u201d I called back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0I got an answer from Richard Simmons wearing his red tank top and shimmering short shorts. \u201cNot my type,\u201d he said flamboyantly. \u201cKeep looking! She\u2019s got to be somewhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

This point at a party is where I feel awkward. I have to muster the courage to launch a random conversation or tag along to an ongoing talk. I nuzzled up to a discussion between Beethoven, Harry Potter and Secretariat about the impacts of inflation on the ride-sharing market. I soon walked away. Instead I settled by an ornate fireplace mantel and set my spinach can on it. I leaned against the mantel, scanning the place. The Black Panther had his hands on Storm, teasing and urging her to dance to the chest-thudding electronic beat in the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, girl. Get up on this,\u201d I heard him say.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGimme some space, boy,\u201d she said, her hands pushing his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Panther didn\u2019t stop though. In his dance moves, he knocked Storm\u2019s drink out of her hands. The glass shattered on the floor. The conversations happening in the room paused for a moment, as all heads turned that way.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee what you did!\u201d Storm shouted. She spun away from him and bumped into me. My bottle fell and cracked on the floor. The conversations paused again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quickly, people began to leave the room to avoid stepping on broken glass or losing their drink too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm looked at me. \u201cI am so sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAt least it wasn\u2019t my spinach,\u201d I told her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mind must have been spinning because of what had happened. It was that, or she wasn\u2019t familiar with classic cartoons.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got the one can and dropping it on anyone\u2019s feet really hurts. Ask Bluto.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me. Who?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I guessed it was a lack of knowledge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you not spend enough time in front of the TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNah. I was busy \u2026 uh \u2026 learning how to manipulate the weather.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEver heard of Woody the Woodpecker?\u201d I attempted his famous laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

It only made her face stale. With shattered glass at her feet and fending off the Black Panther, she wasn\u2019t in a mood for animated laughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can get another drink for you. What\u2019d you have?\u201d I asked her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTequila and whatever fruit juice I found in the fridge.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m going with you.\u201d She grabbed my arm and leaned close. \u201cI think the Black Panther is coming back. I don\u2019t want to be caught again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cChoosing Popeye over the Panther, eh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever. I don\u2019t want to dance with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I am the other option instead of a better choice.\u201d I mustered my best Popeye accent. \u201cI yam what I yam, and that\u2019s all what I yam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She was confused by my references.<\/span><\/p>\n

I shrugged. \u201cAn old saying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

So off she and I went. Downstairs, we passed Big Bad John standing six-feet-six, Bond, James Bond with his shaken martini, and Flavor Flav with his large clock dangling around his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the kitchen, still poking around the watering hole was Roy Rogers. He said again, \u201cHappy trails to \u2026 Storm, how\u2019ve you been? I haven\u2019t seen you around in a few weeks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure if he was in character of the cowboy who faced many storms on the Kansas prairie or if he actually knew this woman in real life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Storm said, nodding, \u201cit has been a while. I\u2019ll be back around soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her answer was vague enough to leave it undetermined.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm glanced at me. \u201cHand me the tequila and the fruit juice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Roy Rogers grabbed them before I could, and he mixed them. It was for the better. She started talking to me while the gentle cowboy worked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGlad I found you. That guy upstairs was such an ass. When I say leave me alone, I don\u2019t mean I want to play around. I mean leave me the fuck alone.\u201d She shook her head, frustrated.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be listening closely to whatever you say. Never upset a storm,\u201d I teased.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStorms turn bad quick. Just ask that cowboy there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Roy Rogers handed her the mixed drink. \u201cStorms ain\u2019t no good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I grabbed another Guinness and popped the top. \u201cDid you come with the Black Panther? Or just bump into him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNah, I came with Cinderella and Tiana.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTiana?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFrom Princess and the Frog?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She must have noticed my confusion. \u201cThe black girl in the movie?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, I don\u2019t know many Disney movies. Except the classics, Mary Poppins, Alice in Wonderland.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cAnyway.\u201d She waved off my reply. \u201cThe Panther thought he could get all up on me because I\u2019m Storm. Damn fool.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the Panther and Storm are close\u2014in the comics,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep.\u201d She took a sip of her drink. Her eyes scanned the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go to the back porch. Tell me about the real Popeye,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She took my hand, tugging me along. We settled at a small round table on iron chairs. The night was cooling, and the porch quieted things, or more so calmed things\u2014somewhat. I settled into the chair. \u201cSo Cinderella and Tiana left you all alone?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey found guys.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you haven\u2019t\u2014other than the Panther? I thought they\u2019d come to you first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAw, aren\u2019t you cute.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She patted my cheek, like an old aunt would to her young nephew. I didn\u2019t like it. Popeye wouldn\u2019t either. It was a cut. In a moment, I wasn\u2019t interested in her any more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI try to be cute.\u201d I flashed a sarcastic grin. \u201cWell, have a safe night.\u201d I stood, grabbed my spinach in one hand, and the neck of the Guinness bottle in the other.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, where you goin\u2019?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

I paused. \u201cI\u2019m not a kid and don\u2019t take to pats on my face. I outgrew them when I was 10.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA little sensitive, eh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. It\u2019s more about respect. Adios.\u201d I saluted her and left for the main room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Passing out of the kitchen, I noticed the Black Panther heading to the porch. I didn\u2019t warn her\u2014or stop him. Storm could rile up her own escape this time.<\/span><\/p>\n

A moment later, I heard his excitement when seeing Storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou just left me, shorty,\u201d the Black Panther said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPopeye! Popeye! Come back here please,\u201d Storm called. She had a tinge of concern in her voice. She didn\u2019t want to be hanging around the Black Panther. \u201cI got your beer, Popeye. Wait for me!\u201d she called as if I was actually waiting for her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStorm, come on, shorty. I\u2019m trying to chill. Why you me leavin\u2019 me for that sailor-boy? He ain\u2019t got nothing,\u201d the Black Panther said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm rushed from the kitchen, disappearing into the mass of costumed partygoers. Just afterward, the Panther appeared in the kitchen doorway. \u201cDon\u2019t dis me, girl. You gonna want this later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly Storm appeared and bumped into me. \u201cSorry, Popeye. Just keep me from that guy. He\u2019s a total douche.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at her, stone-faced. I moved my corncob pipe to the opposite side of my lips. She had worry in her eyes, a wish for help.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took her hand and pulled her through the costumes, moving Marty McFly in his red vest out of the way.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm and I went up a floor to a dark bedroom. The room was lit by blacklight that made everything glow in a florescent hue. Storm had a dazzle. Her fingernails were luminescent against her dark skin. Her gray wig of spiked hair glowed brilliant in the light, as did her eyes and teeth. The shape of her body darkened to a silhouette against the florescence of huge posters plastered on the walls. I likely had the same glow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThink this\u2019ll do for now?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah for a little while.\u201d I simply locked the door. \u201cHe\u2019ll have to fight to get inside. I\u2019m not sure he\u2019s got the necessary stamina.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With a shimmering smile, Storm wiped the frustration and worry off her forehead with the back of her hand. \u201cI didn\u2019t know Popeye was so clever.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would tell you more about Popeye, about Bluto, about great sea monsters, sailing the seven seas, but you\u2019ve never seen me in action, so there\u2019s no point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever seen me in action?\u201d she countered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIn the theater, I have.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPretty good, eh?\u201d She nodded with play cockiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMeh. And critics didn\u2019t take to the movie either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She slugged my arm. \u201cYou, punk. Critics don\u2019t know anything except how to complain. But you! You would only give me a \u2018meh\u2019? Look at this woman.\u201d She ran her hands down her torso to her hips.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. I wasn\u2019t impressed. I think you were better in the comics. You had more \u2026 uh \u2026 spunk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI could only work with the scenes the directors gave me. Hollywood doesn\u2019t make it easy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever seen me on TV?\u201d I pointed at my chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t watch black-and-white cartoons.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I plopped onto a beanbag chair underneath a psychedelic poster. That\u2019s when I heard a rattling on the door. \u201cI guessed as much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm gave me a worried glance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s locked,\u201d I whispered, with a calm demeanor. She nodded, having eased.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then the muffled voice said, \u201cI can get in. The pick is right here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

We looked around the room. The closet. I scrambled from the chair, and tugged her arm into the deeper darkness, just as the bedroom door clicked and eeked open. I heard it close and lock.<\/span><\/p>\n

A girl giggled and said, \u201cFinally we got away. Take off your pants.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve wanted this,\u201d a man said.<\/span><\/p>\n

And there was a wild series of squeaks from the bed mattress.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm and I remained silent, covering our mouths, holding back our laughter as best as we could manage. Who would have guessed this an hour ago?<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing the fury on the bed, Storm nudged the door and peeked around it.<\/span><\/p>\n

She pulled herself back in and mumbled, \u201cHer shirt is off, only a bra.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is she?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA gothic witch or something. With Jack the Ripper maybe.\u201d She shrugged unsure. \u201cHe\u2019s nearly naked.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I had her move back so I could peek. \u201cShe\u2019s pinned. He\u2019s going to fuck her,\u201d I whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

We heard the witch\u2019s plea. \u201cGive it to me hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYo, we hit the jackpot,\u201d Storm whispered. She gave a wild grin, holding back a giggle. \u201cLove voyeurism, watching people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

We inched opened the closet door, so we both could snoop in on the action.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm remained on her hands and knees. I leaned over her, bracing my arms on the door frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

I noticed Storm\u2019s hair was still glowing in the black light. \u201cYour wig, take it off,\u201d I whispered. She removed it, and I saw fresh cornrows weaved against her scalp.<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair on the bed kept working to their ultimate end. In the drive, they scrambled with their clothes, kissed deeply, moaned and grunted, twisted their bodies to rub against each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

Very soon, my body began to react as a voyeur. My dick began to thicken. I hoped it wasn\u2019t too obvious because this new woman was below me. Nevertheless, my dick steadily grew and shifted upright. Suddenly and embarrassingly, Storm twisted her head toward me. She had felt it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEnjoying the view, eh.\u201d She grinned, with a tingle of a snarl. She moved her hips forward and backward, then pressed against me. She knew how to tease. She moved forward enough that I felt her round ass. She shifted her hips side to side so I could feel her round butt and the crevice between her cheeks on my cock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I grinned and let my eyes close in enjoyment. Storm rocked back and forth. She rubbed rougher against me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re enjoying it too,\u201d I said, cocking an eyebrow and pursing my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

She gave only a wink and a concealed shrug.<\/span><\/p>\n

We were startled into voyeurism again when the witch on the bed gave a loud groan and a wail. She winced out the words, \u201cFuck, yeah. Go hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And the squeaking mattress told Storm and me that the man did as the witch commanded. A few moments later, the bedframe was creaking too. The witch\u2019s feet were pointed to the ceiling and her legs were spread wide as the man between her legs fucked her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon, Storm was rocking at pace with the couple across the room. I was unsure if she was teasing me or rocking because of what she was watching. Whichever it was, she had aroused me so well. I backed off of her and felt my way over her ass, massaging it, and then rubbed my hands between her legs, pressing her pussy through her tight-fitting polyester costume. She gulped and stiffened her spine at the touch. Her back arched as in the yoga cat pose. She moved gently, pressing into my hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, good, keep going.\u201d She nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

The witch and Jack the Ripper both grunted horrifically on the bed. Their sound jolted Storm to press deeper, harder, on my hand. Leaving that hand as a rub, my left hand ran the length of her firm torso until it caught hold of her breast. Her nipple was a hard bump underneath her suit. Her head flung back at the stimulation at both ends.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat feels \u2026 so good,\u201d she whimpered. She grinded deeper on my hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnzip me,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"which<\/a><\/p>\n

I slid my hand across her chest to the zipper and dragged it between her breasts and to her waist. Her superhero suit loosened, and soon I felt her breast in my hand. Its nipple was hard, like the other. I tickled and tugged it to her delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

A moment later, her hand rubbed my cock. Despite my pants blocking a direct touch, her hand was marvelous. I exhaled and soaked in the feeling. This was all so unexpected since I had only come to the party for a night out, hang out with a few friends and drink. I was not predicting Storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

She turned to me and smiled. She knew what she was doing. Her eyes were bright and lovely. I know they were tainted with hunger.<\/span><\/p>\n

The grunting and panting from the room ratcheted up. They got louder and more impassioned. Storm and I were charged by it from across the room, but we were charging ourselves too. I stood so Storm could reach the zipper on my pants. She took them down and clenched my dick her tight grip. I leaned on the wall, knocking into some hangers, some clothes falling to the floor. The crackles of the hangers knocking together didn\u2019t stop the couple fucking on the bed. The clothes didn\u2019t stop us either. She angled my dick to her lips. She gave it a kiss and then sucked it deep into her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm sucked my dick with a hardcore skill. I had to brace against something sturdy. Her lips worked hard. The tip of her tongue ran the length of the underside of my shaft. She pulled off though when we heard a wild wail and a drawn-out groan, and the squeaking bed quieted too. \u201cYou were so good. I needed that. I loved it,\u201d the witch said. Her voice was fatigued, no longer horrific.<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard a belt click and zippers, thuds of shoes on feet. The bedroom door opened and closed. All was silent. Storm and I fell out of the cramped, heated closet. Without a pause, I hoisted her onto the bed. Her breasts bounced and wiggled. Her hands took hold of my cock again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need it now,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

I helped her shimmy out of her polyester jumpsuit. She was naked, laying on the outer space-themed blanket on the bed. She lifted her legs and spread them wide. Her hand slid into her thin bush of curly, black hair, and she opened her lips to reveal wet pinkness, offering me it to me and begging me to take it. She wanted to be fucked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on. I can\u2019t wait, I won\u2019t,\u201d she urged.<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t move fast enough for her. She took my dick and aligned it with her pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

The tip of my cock felt the warmth and wetness. It slid in easily.<\/span><\/p>\n

I rocked deeply, pushing my hips against hers. I still wasn\u2019t fast enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me\u2014faster. Fuck me,\u201d she begged. She dug her fingernails into my lower back.<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t need to respond aloud. I silenced Storm by burying my dick into her pussy. She grunted once, sounding like the witch who laid here a few moments before. Her nails dragged down my back, over my hips and driving into the flesh of my ass. A sharp, searing pain that felt almost cold.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I rammed into her, her tits circled over her chest, her dark nipples hard as before. The pinnacles. She reached between her legs to fondle her clit. Her body twisted, arched, strained, from my barrage of thrusts.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes, yes,\u201d she repeated. \u201cMotherfu\u2014My god!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My body began to react the same. The pleasure sensors shot from my knees to my shoulders and centered deep in me. The fury of an eruption built. I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw, and let the frenzy circle me up and down.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she wailed like the witch and then went silent. Her body stiffened. Her face grimaced, somewhere between joy and pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

I thrust into her hard and stopped. My body didn\u2019t pull back but just remained planted in her cunt. In a last moment, I dragged out and shot cords of cum. The first landed on one of her nipples. The other cum dribbled onto her stomach. We each gathered our breathing and wit. We settled, calming ourselves, easing ourselves, letting the last feelings of orgasm run to our toes and finger tips before it disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGod, I needed that. It\u2019s been so long,\u201d Storm said.<\/span><\/p>\n

I regained my senses, specifically the ability to form words. But \u201cWow\u201d was all I could say and I repeated it. \u201cWow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm ran her finger through my cum. She smeared the white goo between her tits and on her nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI love cum.\u201d She took my cock again to stroke out the last droplets. \u201cI also like oysters, and I don\u2019t get much of either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can give you a sample whenever you want. We should go out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess you could find them; you are a sailorman,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She cleaned her chest off with a pillow from the bed and tucked each of her tits into the black suit. She zipped it up with a slight leap. We slipped out of the room, went to the rest of the party and the dance music.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYo, Storm! Where you been?\u201d the Black Panther called almost as soon as we had reappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

She grabbed my arm, frustrated at hearing him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s slip out.\u201d I pulled her through the crowd. We again passed Prince and Willie Nelson on the porch of the brownstone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKalisha,\u201d I heard a woman call. Storm\u2019s head turned. A couple of houses away, Cinderella was waving.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe gotta bounce, girl,\u201d Cinderella said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tiana was next to her. \u201cYeah, all the freaks are coming out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, your wig!\u201d Cinderella said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Storm patted her head. \u201cDon\u2019t know. Must be lost.\u201d She shrugged at them and then glanced at me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before she left, Storm and I exchanged numbers. Then she was gone. The evening calmed.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was 11:29 when I texted Storm. \u201cGot my pump ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately she replied with an address.<\/span><\/p>\n

I decided to leave behind Popeye\u2019s pipe and his big forearms. Spinach could not boost my strength any more than it already was.<\/span><\/p>\n

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