Teresa was sitting at home alone, reading yet another dirty book about a horny house wife who was being gang-banged at a party... for some reason she just got so turned on by the idea of being taken by more than one guy. Not that she was a horny housewife, just a regular 22 year old girl... but it was her dirty little hidden fantasy.
The three men had watched the weather radar all day. With each passing hour, the storm front grew in intensity until a fifty mile stretch of Midwestern farmland was covered in various shades of red and purple on their computer screen. This was a big one. And their pulses raced.
The first tornado warning was issued at 2:55 PM. When the local TV weatherman confirmed the sighting, the men knew it was time.
A shapely chestnut-haired girl frolicked through a meadow with careless ease, her long red hood trailing behind her as she carried a basket full of pastries on her way to her isolated grandmother's house. Unbeknownst to her, exploring the deepest, most wooded areas of the forest, there was also a young man. A young man who suddenly came upon a path, which he followed to the very same meadow filled with tiny purple flowers.
Geoff watched as the young couple walked into the darken club. He wasn't alone, nearly every other man watched her too. Geoff sat at the bar, watching everything going on around him. He loved crowds, seeing the interactions of people in different situations. The young woman walked past him, wearing a back, pinstriped mini dress with spaghetti straps. It amazed him that the dress could hold her large breasts without breaking the thin straps.
Twice during the short night, she had woken in terror and struggled in his arms. Each time he had held her tightly comforting her, his calm voice reassuring her that no one would harm her again. Nuzzling and petting her until she slept once more, it took more will power than he knew he possessed not to take her each time she woke and his hands travelled over her lithe, supple body soothing her fears.
Hunny was bored. She was on vacation, and had more time than she knew what to do with. She was a workaholic who spent hours at her office, and wasn't used to all this free time. Her boss had insisted that take a break, after the conclusion of a particularly successful project. Her boss had hinted that upon her return, she would be made partner at the firm, but that they wanted her well-rested before she assumed her new post.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by white. Confused, I blinked a few times before registering that it was the comforter on the bed I was laying in. I sat up. Sunlight streamed pleasantly through the windows that covered one of the walls, warming my skin where it hit. I smiled.
My skin... I was naked.
Molly had gotten up early that morning to start her drive down to the Bed and Breakfast. Her journey was taking her to an old country home found while surfing the WEB. She loved these romantic locations deep in the countryside. This one was especially interesting having been built in the mid 1800s by a wealthy southern farmer and his wife. The house reminded her of her grandparent's home and a host of good childhood memories. The fact that the WEB site hinted the house was haunted also tweaked her imagination.
Ted and Carl grinned down at the woman on the floor in front of them, cutting off either of her exit ways. The female cop glared at the two escaped cons that she'd helped put away, not a touch of fear in her eyes.
"Get out," she said, trying to take the position of power, even though she was lying on her own living room rug, "They'll catch you eventually anyway, but there's no reason for you to be here.
Alison. What can I say about Alison? She was eighteen, nearly nineteen actually, quite lovely, platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, excellent figure and, to top it off, she possessed a natural sexual allure that automatically turned heads.
Any male coming in range of her sensual aura was instantly drawn to her, irrespective of age, girlfriends or wives. It wasn't her fault. It was just that indefinable something she had.