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From: "Shon Richards" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} We Heard The Thunder (MFF, Rain, Rom, Poly)
Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 23:10:05 -0400
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	This story has sex in it.  How's that for a warning?  It has sex 
between three people and they are in a relationship.  Still there?  Ok, 
this story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards so please don't make 
money from my work.  

	I also adore e-mail about my stories, so send me a comment at 
shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.

We Heard the Thunder
By Shon Richards



	I heard the thunder first, and then the sound of falling rain 
soon after.  I paused in my typing to look out my window to see our 
back yard receive the first good rain of the summer.  That's what I 
dislike about North Carolina sometimes, the rain can take it's time 
getting here.

	"Anthony, it's raining," Diana called from the hallway.  "You 
coming outside?"

	"Of course," I answered.  I wouldn't miss it.  I ran downstairs 
and straight into a confused Claire.

	"Outside?"  Claire asked.  She was looking very sexy on the 
couch, flipping channels in her nightgown.  She looked very suburban 
housewife, just without the fat.

	"Of course," I said again.  

Diana was putting on her sandals.  She looked as happy as a small 
child going to the beach.  Her face was one big smile framed in curly 
blonde hair.

"Come with us, Claire," Diana called.  "We also do this in the 
summer time."

The thunder rolled again, and we heard the rain increase in 
intensity.

"Are you two crazy?" Claire demanded, a touch of fear in her 
voice.  "You'll be soaking wet, and it's lightning outside."

"I know!" Diana declared excitedly.  "Just throw on your sandals 
and come on!"

I looked at Claire with a bit of sympathy.  "Just try it one 
time, Claire," I asked her.  "If you hate it, then I'll sick up for you 
the next time you don't want to go."

Claire smirked.  I loved it when she did that.  You could see the 
intelligence in her eyes when she was peeved.

"That's blackmail," Claire said.

"Perhaps," I answered.

"Should I get dressed?" she asked.

I looked at her nearly transparent white gown and smiled.  It was 
days like this that I was glad we lived out in the country like Diana 
has wanted.  There wasn't going to be another pair of eyes for a mile.

"No, getting dressed isn't in the spirit of running in the rain," 
I told her.

She shook her head.  "We're all going to get colds."

"Perhaps," I answered again.

Outside, the rain was coming down harder than it was just a few 
minutes ago.  Diana was standing out in the middle of our backyard, 
just a few feet shy of the gazebo.  My insane lover had her head tilted 
back and her arms spread wide. I couldn't tell if she was asking to be 
struck down in this moment of perfect happiness or just try to receive 
every drop of rain the sky had to offer.  Diana's t-shirt was plastered 
to her chest, her heavy breasts clearly outlined.  She was wearing 
jeans that were now soaked a dark blue.  Her blonde hair was wet 
against her and she had removed her glasses so that the rain could hit 
her face.

Claire stood beside me, under the porch roof and she didn't know 
quite what to make of it.

"Wow, she really does love the rain," my other lover said.

"Told you," I said.  I was feeling laconic.  The rain does that 
to me.  For Diana, it's a freedom she feels.  For me, it's an absence 
of expression.  I guess I feel the rain does enough talking, and it's 
rude to interrupt.

"Come on," I said as I took Claire's hand.  She screamed as she 
we dived under the runoff of the porch roof, a solid sheet of water 
that splashed like ice on the back of our necks.  The runoff was worse 
than the rain.  After being initiated by that first downpour, standing 
under the lighter rain was a relief.  We walked towards Diana, slowly.  
Claire tried to rush but I kept us at a slow pace.  Running might mean 
slipping, and falling was not on the itinerary.

  "It's pouring!" Claire yelled.  The thunder seemed to answer 
her and she jumped.  

I put my arm around her, enjoying the feel of her wet gown 
clinging to her shoulders.

Diana noticed us at last.

"Isn't this great?" Diana asked.  Wow, her smile was even bigger.  
She looked like she did in her childhood photographs.  The ones where 
her smile was as free as a sunrise, and twice as bright.

"If you say so," Claire responded.  "I'm just freezing."

Diana laughed.  "Come here, poor thing," she said.  Diana took 
Claire into her arms, hugging her tight.  At any other time, the sight 
of my lovers hugging while dripping wet might have been suggestive.  
Today, it just looked sweet.

The rain increased again and this time the wind joined it.  Even 
I shivered at the new icy feeling that was sweeping over our bodies.  I 
could feel my underwear getting wet, which told me my jeans were now 
saturated.  My shirt was already clinging to my chest and I bet my hair 
had the same drowned rat look that Claire and Diana had.

"Can we go under the gazebo?" Claire yelled.

I knew what Diana usually says in this situation, but to my 
surprise, Diana said yes.  The two women ran to the gazebo immediately.  
I followed after a few seconds, amazed that Diana compromised.  I 
shouldn't have been surprised.  There was something about Claire that 
brought out the protective instincts in both of us.

The gazebo offered scant protection from the wind, but at least 
the rain wasn't directly on us anymore.  It was a relief to step under 
the cover and to let my body drip next to my two lovers.  I laughed as 
I saw their puddles spread out from under their feet.  My own puddle 
darkening the wood floor, and soon, our three puddles would merge into 
one.  I must be getting sentimental in the rain as well.

"Wow, this is a rain storm!" Diana said.  She stood by the rail 
and leaned out until her face could kiss the rain.  "It reminds me of 
when I used to escape my mother.  She hated thunderstorms, and I would 
come out to the barn to avoid her manic phases.  As long as the clouds 
were rolling, I knew I had peace."

"What about you Anthony?" Claire asked.  

"Same story, different people," I said.  "I liked the rain 
because I could get away from everyone.  It wasn't my parents I was 
avoiding; I just liked the silence you can find in the middle of a 
storm.  Of course, I've outgrown that and now I just like the rain 
because it's where Diana is the happiest."

Claire shivered, but she was smiling.  "That's my problem, I 
don't have any positive memories of the rain."

Diana brought her face back in from the rain.  "You can today," 
Diana said.  There was purity in her eyes, and that purity was all 
desire.

"Out here?" Claire asked.  She was asking a lot of questions 
today.  I think we had her completely off-balance.  That only gave 
Diana more confidence.

Diana didn't answer Claire verbally.  There was no need.  Diana 
pulled on the wet strings holding Claire's robe together until they 
came undone.  Her robe was a second wet skin on her body, molding 
itself to every curve of her body.  Diana parted the robe as gently as 
she would part Claire's thighs.  

Claire looked to me for support, but I was intrigued.  After 
being washed in cold water, I felt renewed.  I felt cleansed of my 
baggage, my anxieties and maybe a little cleansed of myself.  That left 
me with a need for my lovers that surprised me.  I wanted them both to 
make sure the rain hadn't washed them from me permanently.

Diana apparently felt the same way.  She was removing Claire's 
robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor of the 
gazebo.  Claire's body was pale and dripping water, reminding me of a 
neriads.  She was still trembling, but there was a fresh smile on her 
face now.  The thunder cracked again, and she didn't even flinch.

Diana bent down and took one of Claire's nipples in her mouth.  
Her hands went to Claire's hips, running her fingers over Claire's wet 
skin.  From her hips, down to her thighs and then back up to Claire's 
ribs, Diana's hands had a style all their own.

Diana's ass danced as she sucked, swaying and tempting me.  I 
reached around Diana from behind and unzipped her soaked jeans.  Claire 
and I shared a smile as I pulled down Diana's pants to reveal her wet 
panties.  Her panties were orange and stuck to the curves of her 
buttocks with rainwater.  I knelt behind Diana and took a nice 
delightful bite of her ass.  Rainwater gushed into my mouth as my teeth 
sunk into the cloth of her panties.  It was amazing.  The resistance of 
her buttocks against my teeth had me imagining that her ass was a ripe 
fruit, leaking it juices down my throat.

The wind shifted, sending rain into all three of us.  I felt 
Diana shudder as the rain hit her buttocks, or maybe she was shivering 
because of my mouth.  Curious, I placed my hand under her panties and 
reached for her sex.  The heat I felt there, so sharp in contrast to 
the freezing rain, told me it was my mouth.  It also told me I 
shouldn't tease her any more.

Diana must have thought the same thing, because she pushed Claire 
back until Claire was against the gazebo wall.  Claire and Diana didn't 
say anything, communicating in that silent way they had when they were 
amorous.  Claire jumped up on the gazebo wall, balancing herself and 
spreading her legs for Diana.  The rain must have been hitting her 
exposed back fiercely, but Claire was past complaining now.  In fact, 
she tipped her head back and opened her mouth, taking what the rain was 
offering.

With Claire's legs open in invitation, Diana bent down to accept.  
She pushed Claire to lean back so that Diana could have better access 
to Claire's sex.  Claire grabbed the roof of the gazebo for support and 
leaned back out into the rain.  She looked simply beautiful.  With her 
arms outstretched, her legs spread wide and her head tilted back; 
Claire was the embodiment of sensuality.  The rain splattered her body 
and ran down to between her legs.  Into this rushing waterfall Diana 
began to lick.

	Because she didn't kneel, I knew that Diana was making an 
offering of her own.  No woman bends over like that for oral sex 
without wanting something in return.  I unzipped and stepped out of my 
pants.  I peeled my underwear off and laughed as I saw how much my 
balls had withdrawn.  It was a cold rain!  Somehow, my manhood didn't 
seem to mind, and I think I had the lovely sight of Diana's buttocks to 
thank.  

	My cock pushed past her cold thighs with ease, the rain making 
her skin slippery and sensual.  When my tip opened her sex, I was 
surprised by how warm it was in contrast.  I sank my full length into 
my lover and sighed as her sex clenched me in welcome.  My hands went 
to her round hips and although her skin was freezing to the touch, all 
I could feel was the heat of our joining.  

	Gentle thrusts were needed, so not to disturb Diana as she gave 
Claire her full attention.  My manhood was content just to fill Diana's 
sex.  While she licked and tongued our lover Claire, Diana knew I was 
there waiting for when she could give me her full attention.  It was a 
simple fact, my lovers always licked better with a hard cock waiting 
for them.

	"Diana," Claire moaned.  Her mouth was open and rain was dripping 
from her face.  The rain had darkened her red hair to the color of wine 
and as I watched her moan, it occurred to me that this is how mermaids 
must look when sailors jump overboard.

	Diana pushed back against my hardness, and I pushed gently back.  
It was our silent way of making promises.

	Lightning flashed and I felt Diana's sex clench in sudden shock.  
The thunder rolled, deafeningly close.  The rain was making it's own 
promises.

	I watched Claire's chest rise and fall as Diana expertly brought 
her closer and closer to bliss.  My cock throbbed in anticipation.  I 
knew Diana was teasing Claire.  I've seen her do it many times.  Right 
now Diana was probably sucking on Claire's lips, ignoring the clit that 
would bring Claire to orgasm.  Claire looked at me pleadingly, but I 
smiled back.  Diana did things her own way.

	"Diana, please," Claire moaned.  Diana's sex clenched me in 
response.  

	Diana did something; I don't know what, and one of Claire's hands 
let go of the gazebo to clutch her nipple in frustration.

	"Diana," Claire moaned loudly over the pouring rain.

	Diana clenched me again in response.  

	"Diana!" Claire insisted.  

Diana clenched again.

The wind shifted and the rain pelted our bodies.  It was like 
hundreds of rapid kisses covering over us.  My cock throbbed inside 
Diana and my hands gripped her hips tighter.  I couldn't wait any 
longer.  I began to thrust.

My thrusting was Claire's salvation.  Diana couldn't wait any 
longer either, and my thrusting eroded her self-control in teasing 
Claire.  Diana shifted her head and suddenly Claire was climaxing.  I 
watched Claire's mouth open in a silent scream as Diana finally granted 
her wishes.  Our redhead lover began to shiver harder, and we both knew 
it wasn't from the cold.

When Claire could finally open her eyes again, that was my cue.  
I began to pump into Diana, feeling free to thrust as hard as I could.  
Diana met me stroke for stroke, leaning on Claire's spread thighs for 
support.  Claire stroked Diana's wet blonde hair tenderly as I made 
love to rain-obsessed lover.  

The thunder crashed, rolling for a full ten seconds that caused 
Diana to tremble.  I saw her bite down on Claire's thigh and I felt the 
familiar spasms grip my cock.  When rain is your foreplay, it never 
takes long to make a loved one climax.

"Sensitive, sensitive!" Diana babbled as she slid off of me.  
Claire and I laughed at how meek Diana became when she had an orgasm.  
Gone was the wild, teasing water sprite and in her place was a 
deliriously smiling lamb.  The transformation was so sudden and yet so 
pure.  Unfortunately, that left me with an engorged and pressing need.  
Fortunately, Claire was already kneeling to take Diana's place with her 
mouth.

Her eyes looked up at me and not a word had to be said between 
us.  The rain did our talking for us.  We were cold, shivering and 
completely in desperate need to be together.  She guided my cock to her 
lips and sucked me down to my root.

Now I was moaning.  I wondered what Claire tasted.  Did she taste 
Diana's sex, the rain, my skin or a heady combination of all three?  
Whatever she tasted, it must have been good because I felt her tongue 
all over my cock.  Her hands cupped my cold balls, trying to tease them 
from their withdrawn state.  

I looked over at Diana who was sitting exhausted on the gazebo 
floor.  Her shirt was still on but I could see every curve of her 
breasts and the points of her nipples.  Diana was watching Claire and I 
with a satisfied smile on her face.  I smiled back at her.  We didn't 
need words either.

My hands went to Claire's shoulders, our method of telling her 
that I was close.  Claire opened her eyes and looked at me again and I 
saw her cheeks collapse as she gave me one long, strong suck.  My 
climax was instantaneous.  I released my own rain inside Claire's mouth 
and my moans were my thunder.

When our knees had ceased trembling, the three of us began to 
really feel the cold of the rain.  Afterglow is nice, but a warm fire 
would have been better.  The rain hadn't ceased, and Claire and I were 
looking at Diana for permission to go back inside.

Diana stood up, and wobbled slightly on unsteady legs.

"I've got soup simmering on the stove if anyone wants it," Diana 
said.      

 
The end.
     
I adore e-mail about my stories, so send me a comment at 
shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.


	       

   



  

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