Catastrophe - Sex Stories

Catastrophe

... outside and I joined it. “Aaaahhhhh....” howling like a baying hound, screaming loudly, “Aaaaahhhhhhh.......” As it crashed through me Freyja pressed her mouth hard against mine, her rough tongue pushing past my teeth and dancing with my own as she held me tightly. Her body coiled around mine, restricting my movement and breathing. I was yelling and sobbing and the fingers pressed harder into me and the tongues pushed deeper inside me until I could take no more and my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor, unable to control myself. I closed my eyes for a moment until I was able to regain my senses and when I opened them again the fire had died down and Lilith was sitting in the armchair by the fire, the cat curled up asleep on her lap. I looked around “Where is Freyja?” I asked. The older woman looked at me and smiled mysteriously. “She had to change,” was the answer. I wanted to ask more but Lilith continued: “You must go now. The sun is beginning to show its face. People will be about soon and will find you.” I looked at the window and saw the first tentative glow of daylight. The rain had stopped and the wind had died away. I dressed in silence, there was so much I wanted to ask but Lilith sat with her head bowed, stroking the cat and my mind was prevented from forming the words. When I was ready, Lilith rose and walked with me to the door, opening it for me to step through. Outside I stopped and turned to say goodbye but the door was already closed. Lifting my hand ...

... to knock I was suddenly unwilling to do so and allowed it to fall back to my side. Along the drive I saw that the clouds were breaking and clear skies forming and still dark enough to see the stars and moon beyond. Along the main road I could see headlights approaching so I hurried along and waved them down. It was a large pick-up truck carrying crates of milk in the back. It stopped alongside me. “Something wrong, Miss?” The driver was an older man with greying hair. He was wearing green overalls and a flat cap. “My car,” I gestured toward the stranded vehicle, “I got it stuck in the mud. Can you help me please?” “Course I can, have you out in a jiffy. Been here long?” I told him about braking for the cat and skidding due to the rain and wind and about the ladies at the farmhouse. Not everything of course, but about them having no phone or electricity due to the wires being down. As I jabbered he frowned and looked puzzled but waited until I had finished before saying: “You went to the farm... down there?” and gestured through the broken gate and down the lane. “That's right,” I said, “why, is something wrong?” He scratched his head. “Well, that house hasn't been occupied for nigh on half a century, Miss. My dad had this milk round before me and I used to work with him until he passed it on to me. We used to deliver there when I was a nought but a lad. That was old Lil's place. Odd character. Lived alone with just her cat for company. Never had electricity nor a phone. Always ...