1. An Apache Pilot, A Violent Storm And His Best Friend's Sister


    Date: 5/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: TheGreatValette, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    got her bearings, he pulled her in and kissed her deeply. The wind was blowing heavy now, and leaves were being torn from the trees, floating down all around them. The lightning was flashing more often and closer together, and the danger was vividly present in the back of their minds. He was used to danger at this point in his life; he thrived off the adrenaline. It was, however, new to her, and he could tell that all her senses were heightened by it. He knew her wild spirit was feeding off the moment. She took a step back, standing in the shallow end, and she pulled her t-shirt off slowly. He watched as the fabric peeled up and off her body, revealing her hard nipples in the flashes of the heat lightning. He hadn’t touched a woman for two years since he had been called up. He was rock hard, and a furnace for her. The simmering fire that burned inside him, mixed with the cold water on his skin, was an intense contrast of sensations. “Come here,” he said sternly, and she moved forward. He took her in his combat-hardened arms, and kissed her softly. He then put her neck in his mouth, before moving down slowly to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. She let out a moan, and a loud crash of thunder rattled through them. He moved his hand down to her panties, and pulled them down. (None of them had bathing suits, so all of them had decided to swim in their underwear earlier in the evening). He also slid his boxers off, as she wrapped her legs around him. His cock ...
    made contact with her body, and she shuddered from its touch. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against the tip of his cock, and the warm softness was pleasant amidst the cold water. “You want me?” he whispered to her, their faces millimeters apart as it began to rain. She nodded softly, and he slid in. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back in pleasure as she felt him enter her body. He sucked on her neck with the hunger of a passion-starved man, sliding smoothly and steadily in and out of her. The rush he got from being inside her was similar to the rush he felt slicing through canyons in his Apache, but it was gentler, more pure. The violence was taken out of it, and a more primitive and holy essence overtook them. He hoped the propinquity of their blood, might pull her spirit closer to him, and win her fierce and fiery heart. “God, your body feels good…” she whimpered. Her breasts were pushed together as she leaned back, her hands clinging to his shoulders. He loved her body, and the shadows which the lighting cast across her skin. If a spark came from that stormy night sky and struck them that instant, it would be better than any other death a soldier could hope for. Having tasted the bitterness of war, he knew it would be better to enter the afterlife in an act of love rather than an act of carnage. He carried her over to the steps of the pool, where she knelt down, and he moved in behind her, teasing her pussy a little before sliding in and pounding her ...
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