(by Donna Matrix)

The trouble with being a passionate, imaginative girl is that one day you
realize that there are very few outlets for your surplusses of emotions. People
are scared away from those who experience things on a deeper level. For
instance, among other things, I love sex. I crave it. I want to experience it in
all of its forms; I will try anything. I don't want to have sexual intercourse,
I don't want someone to make love to me, I want to be FUCKED. Get the
difference?

My boyfriend of five years was okay in bed, but he definitely lacked
imagination. Our sex life was a relatively tame affair. It was up to me to
introduce new things to try, which, after five years, was growing tiresome. I
wanted more than anything else to have a man to take control of me for once and
teach me something new.

One stormy spring night I was unusually horny. Something about thunderstorms
throws me into a sexual frenzy that is hard to control. I eagerly awaited my
boyfriend's return from work so I could pounce on him. I slipped into my sexiest
lingerie, a long, dark red lacy gown. I reposed on the couch and occupied myself
by slowly massaging my clit and enjoying the smell of joy juice, which I would
stop and taste every once in a while. I grew impatient and stepped out onto the
lighted balcony of our third-story apartment. The balcony looked over a hardware
store, and I caught the eye of a man walking from his car into the building. I
smiled, and he glanced up and saw me. Feeling impertinent, I flashed my breasts
at him, and he stopped. On the balcony, in the rain, I did a slow striptease
just for him, which he seemed to enjoy. I loved the feel of the rain on my naked
body. But, alas, a woman walked out of the store and I felt uncomfortable being
naked in front of a lady. I blew a kiss in the man's direction and fled back
into my apartment.

I had not much longer to wait; my boyfriend was unlocking our front door as soon
as I was back inside. I speedily put my lacy gown back on and accosted him as he
closed the door. With not a single word said, I unzipped his pants and started
hungrily sucking his dick. He grabbed my head and pulled me back to my feet.

"Not right now, sweetie. I have to work on my computer, it's down again," he
said as moved off to his room.

I was completely miserable. I wanted to be fucked. My collection of dildos would
not do for me tonight; I wanted the real thing. I shut the door to my room and
opened my windows wide. I could hear the rain pouring down and the thunder off
in the distance. I grew restless. My nipples were hard and longed to be played
with. My pussy was aching for a dick to rip it open. Before long I realized that
I was pacing with agitation.

"This will not do," I said to myself, and without thinking I grabbed a wrap, put
on some decent shoes, and headed out of the apartment with no idea as to what I
was doing. I got into my car and just drove. The soft glow of the nearby
bookstore calmed me down a little bit, so I parked and went inside.

"Maybe if I bury myself in a book I can forget how horny I am," I thought.

My wrap looked like a long coat, so I didn't get many stares as I opened the
doors. I randomly walked around the shop, idly picking up books and putting them
down, until one caught my eye: The Pocket Kama Sutra. I smiled and laughed to
myself - who would carry a pocket version of the Kama Sutra with them? Bemusedly
I picked up the book and found a lounge chair in a quiet corner and perused the
pictures. I had seen them all before, so it was nothing new, but it did not help
in curing my horniness. However, I became so absorbed in reading about some of
the positions that I lost track of my surroundings. My wrap opened up a bit and
my face became flushed.

Suddenly a light touch on my leg broke my reverie.

"What are you doing here?" asked a friendly voice.

I looked up from the book and recognized Jakob, my boyfriend's very masculine
older cousin. I had gotten to know Jakob over the winter, as he was frequently
in town and needed a place to spend the night when the weather was bad. My
boyfriend, Ron, being a nice guy, was happy to offer our disreputable old
fold-out couch to his relative. Jakob and I were on close, friendly terms, as we
both had a love of the outdoors and philosophy and spent many nights in deep
discussions on both.

Embarrassed, I pulled my wrap tighter around myself and tried to hide the Kama
Sutra. However, Jakob had seen both. He grinned as I blushed and averted my
eyes.

"Donna, Donna, Donna, what are you up to? I never thought you were into stuff
like that," he said.

"I was about ready to leave," I replied hastily, rising from the seat and
advancing towards the door.

"Where is Ron at? I thought you two were inseparable," he said, holding the door
open for me.

"He's at home, working on his computer," I muttered, a little anger creeping
into my voice as I strode to my car.

Jakob shot a sharp glance at me. Looking into his expressive eyes, I realized
that he understood what had happened. At that precipitous moment, I tried to
fumble for my keys and let go of my wrap, which whipped open in the wind and
rain. A flash of lightening revealed that the front of the gown was nearly
transparent and that my nipples were hard. That same flash also showed that the
front of Jakob's khakis were tugged tight by a hard-on.

Jakob stepped towards me, and I stood still. Without a word he grabbed my hand
and led me to his SUV. He drove quickly until he reached a wildlife preserve on
the outskirts of town. The adventure was fast making me horny and I wondered
what he was up to. We had been to the preserve together before to watch storms
come in, and I thought that was perhaps what he was doing now to ease my
loneliness. I didn't say much, as he was quiet and seemed preoccupied.

He took me to the small pavilion where we had gone in the past. We sat on our
usual park bench and silently watched the storm whistle around the trees.
Without thinking I dropped my wrap, as it was too warm, and settled closer to
Jakob. He was wearing some sort of cologne that made him seem all the more
masculine. He put his arm around me, and in doing so accidentally brushed one of
my breasts. They were so sensitive that it made me moan out loud.

I lost complete control. All of my former horniness rushed back, strong as ever,
and I made a move towards Jakob. Ron be damned, I needed a good fucking and now,
no questions asked. Jakob was one step ahead of me. He started nibbling on my
neck, a spot Ron often forgot was even an erogenous zone. I moaned quietly and
reached for Jakob's zipper. His poor pants were about ready to split open. I
released his cock and admired its width. It looked irresistibly delicious and in
a trice I was swallowing it up, enjoying the taste of precum. I ravenously ate
his dick like there was no tomorrow, trying to get every last bit of it into my
mouth. I couldn't get enough.

Jakob gently stopped me and lifted up the train of my gown. He deeply inhaled
the smell of my joy juice and gently started licking my clit. His tongue was
obviously well-practiced, and in five minutes I had orgasmed. He worked his
tongue in and around my pussy, teasing me at one second by licking my thighs,
sending me into ecstasy the next by plunging his tongue into my cunt and
nibbling my clit.

I still wanted cock, so I turned and sucked his humongous hard-on while he ate
me out. After a while, Jakob looked up and kissed me, the taste of my joy juice
in his mouth mingling with the taste of precum. Jakob slowly denuded me of my
gown, fondling each of my nice-sized breasts as he went and kissing my flat
tummy. With one fell swoop he had a nipple in his mouth and suckled me as I ran
his dick over my clit. I was in a frenzy and I couldn't wait much longer to have
his dick inside of me. I moaned out some pleas, but Jakob told me to wait, he
wasn't done with the rest of my body yet.

He sucked, he licked, he tongued, he made sure that I was more than miserable
when he was ready to penetrate. With gratitude I let him enter, but he only
inserted the head and stopped. My eyes opened wide with surprise and I begged
him to just shove his dick deep into my pussy. "No," he said, "You're going to
have to wait a few minutes. You need to learn patience." He smiled slyly and
looked into my eyes. My pussy longed to have the huge dick inside and I kept
moaning and moving around, trying to trick him into taking the full plunge. He
grinned and held me still. Finally, after what seemed ages, he thrust his cock
deep inside.

My pussy grabbed it for dear life and didn't want to let it go. He moaned out,
"Oh, your cunt is so tight!" and thrust again and again, each time plunging it
in further. Within a minute I had come, and my pussy spasmed tightly around his
dick. He continued fucking me, changing positions every once in a while so I
could get a new feel of his dick in my pussy. I came countless times and felt
like I could go on like this all night long. I never wanted to let his dick go
and I clutched him tighter and tighter. However, all good things must come to an
end and with one final plunge into my cunt, he squirted load after load of cum
deep into my hole.

We held each other for a while and watched the storm clouds roll away to reveal
the stars. As day broke, we slowly dressed and made our tired way back to his
SUV. Our drive back to town was silent but happy. We parted at my apartment's
front door with a promise to keep in touch.

Ron was still in his room, computer parts strewn everywhere. He hardly glanced
up as I entered. I placed my cum-stained panties in his hand and walked to my
room, humming softly to myself.