A Dark and Stormy Night

The storm that whipped through the town and adjoining campus left devastation in its path. Even the oldest of old-timers said it was the worst natural disaster they’d experienced. Trees and power lines fell. Roofs flew hundreds of feet away. Windows blew in. Dozens of walls collapsed. Cars, even heavy trucks, were overturned.

There was no way that Todd Institute could go ahead with the vocal competition for which singers from eight schools had gathered that weekend. Roads were blocked, the integrity of bridges in doubt, so the students had to stay in town even without being allowed to compete. The Curtiss College contingent was the most put out because the motel where they had booked rooms for the night had suffered severe damage from the wind and a large tree that fell through a portion of its roof. There were no vacancies elsewhere.

The music department head at Todd, the host school, set about finding lodging for the eight of them. Curtiss had sent two quartets — one male and one female.

He and his wife, Hilda, lived in a small, one-bedroom house on the campus grounds. But he figured he could house two of the guests if they shared the queen-size sofa bed that faced the fireplace in the living room. He turned to Hilda for confirmation.

“Why, of course, Harold,” she said. “It’ll be kind of roughing it, though. I don’t think we have power, so the only heat will be from the fireplace and our kerosene heater, which we’ll need in our bedroom. How about if we accommodate a couple of these young men? They should be able to withstand the hardship.”

Harold selected a pair from the male quartet — the first tenor, Frank, and the baritone, Gary.

One of the host Todd singers, Angela, said she could board one male and one female at her parents’ house, where she lived. The male quartet’s bass, Quincy, and his girlfriend, second soprano Gail, accepted.

Finally, the tenor in Todd’s mixed quartet, Vernon, said his performing arts theme house had two spare rooms that were available for the fourth Curtiss male, second tenor Dale, and three from the female group, first soprano Wendy, mezzo-soprano Ruthie and contralto Candy.

One of the Todd dining halls was operating under generator power and was serving from a limited menu. The guests and their hosts had dinner there and then went their separate ways as rain and wind continued to lash the region into the night.

X X X

Frank and Gary joked about the rumors that would spread back at Curtiss when folks found out that they had actually shared a bed on their weekend getaway.

“Just keep your hands to yourself,” Gary said. “And if you jerk off, make sure you shoot it away from me.”

“Maybe I’ll just let you blow me and the truth about your gayness will be confirmed.”

“Yeah, I’m a gay blade who’s screwed more women than you’ve kissed,” Gary said. “Some day I’ll give you the name of an easy lay so you can finally pop your cherry.”

“Tossed that cherry bomb away years ago, my friend,” Frank said, laughing. “My sister’s best friend practically begged me to deflower us together. With my sister watching, I’ll have you know. How could I say ‘no’?”

“Did you fuck your sister, too?”

“No way,” Frank said, “though she’s certifiably hot. But she and her friend regularly munch each other’s muffs. They let me watch and, if the friend doesn’t want to fuck afterward, I just jerk off in front of them.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Kinky is good, my friend. Kinky is good.”

“So, if you’re not gonna do it, can I fuck your sister?” Gary said, grinning broadly.

“That’s entirely up to her. But I think she’s going to visit campus in the spring. Maybe you’ll get your answer then,” Frank said.

Frank put another log on the fire and they crawled under the blankets to try to sleep, making sure they kept a safe distance apart. They had just dozed off when Hilda crept into the living room from the adjoining bedroom. She stood by the sofa bed and gazed down at the slumbering duo. She pulled open the long robe she wore in cold weather but this night wore nothing underneath. She fondled her breasts with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other.

Hilda was well preserved in her mid-forties. She ate well, swam and played tennis at the college’s indoor and outdoor facilities. She and Harold had been married just eight years. They had both had many romps in various beds, and Hilda was still known to be always open for a good time.

She grabbed the tops of the blankets and sheet that covered the two singers and slowly pulled them off the men’s bodies. She was disappointed, but not deterred, to see that the young men had opted to wear their underwear — undershirts and boxers for Frank, briefs for Gary — to bed. The fire was still burning strong enough that the sleeping men didn’t immediately notice the wash of colder air as she removed the covers. But Frank jerked awake when he felt Hilda’s hand slide up the leg of his boxers and clasp his cock.

He looked up and saw Hilda hovering over him, holding a finger to her lips to request his silence. He focused on her bobbing tits. She grazed her fingers over his balls as she withdrew her hand from his boxers. She grabbed the waistband and eased them down over his stiff member. She tossed off her robe, climbed naked onto the bed, straddled his legs and stroked his cock with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.

The added weight and movement on the bed roused Gary. He sat up in alarm, then stared in wonder as he watched their hostess play with Frank’s junk. Hilda smiled and once again held a finger to her lips, nodding her head toward the bedroom door. She placed her free hand on Gary’s briefs, over his hardening dick. He raised his hips slightly to strengthen her hold on his rod.

Hilda rubbed her pussy along Frank’s thigh. Her tits swayed gently. Gary wiggled out of his briefs and she wrapped fingers around his stiff shaft.

X X X

Angela showed Quincy to her brother’s bedroom, which was small and contained only one twin bed in order to leave room for a dresser, desk and well-stocked bookcase. She and Gail were to share the double bed in Angela’s larger room across the hall. As the women undressed for bed, Gail asked if Angela and Quincy could swap beds for the night so that she could sleep with her boyfriend.

“No can do,” Angela said. “My parents are very conservative, and they’re right down the hall. If they found out that I let an unmarried couple sleep together under their roof, there’d be hell to pay. I might be kicked out of the house myself.”

“What about if we’re really quiet, don’t do a thing. No hanky-panky, just some silent cuddling? And actually, you know, sleep together?”

‘Nope. Too risky.”

“So there’s no way?” Gail tried one last time.

“Well, there’s maybe one way,” Angela said.

“What’s that?”

“If I’m going to break my parents’ rules, there has to be something in it for me. So, your boyfriend and I don’t actually swap. We just invite him to join the both of us here.”

“You must be kidding,” Gail said. “You want me to share him with you?”

“If you want him tonight, yes. Look, he’s young, we’re young, he looks pretty virile, we’re both fucking sexy. He can probably service both of us in one night. With a little prompting, of course,” Angela said.

“No. No, I can’t agree to share my man with you. That’s a bridge too far.”

“What? You gonna marry the dude?” Angela said. “You never gonna spread your legs for another man, suck another cock? Give me a break. We’re college girls. We’re supposed to fuck around. I think it’s in the Constitution. And I’m horny. I need to be fucked tonight.”

“Well, he loves me,” Gail said. “He’d never agree to it.”

“Don’t put money on that. You’d go bankrupt betting on boys not wanting to fuck two girls. Go ask him.”

Gail shuffled quietly across the hall and slipped into Quincy’s room. He was covered up in bed but not yet asleep. She closed the door, sat on the edge of the single bed and posed the question. Moments later, she led a naked Quincy into Angela’s bedroom.

Their hostess had shed her clothes as well in anticipation of Quincy’s response. She and Gail were attractive, shapely ladies. Gail had bigger tits, but Angela was more petit, the little girl boys and men liked to screw. She smirked teasingly at Gail, who simply shrugged her shoulders — what’re you gonna do? — closed the door and cast off the bra and panties she was wearing.

They lay Quincy on his back in the middle of the bed, Angela on his left, Gail on his right. They took turns dangling tits in front of his face so that he could suck their nipples while fingering their pussies. They ran their fingers along his thighs, played with his hard cock and tight balls.

X X X

Vernon led Dale, Wendy, Ruthie and Candy to the spare rooms in the basement of the theme house. They had a minor amount of heat in the house, thanks to a generator straining to keep furnace blowers operating at about half speed. Each room had twin beds, two in one where Dale was to sleep and four in the other room for the trio of women.

“So if I get lonely,” Dale said, smiling slyly, “there’s an extra bed for me in here with you ladies.”

“Fat chance, bucko,” Ruthie said, laughing. “Maybe if you were first tenor. We don’t settle for second place.”

“Ha,” Dale said. “I’m second tenor only because I had to skip so many practices to satisfy the hordes of women banging on my door and asking me to bang them. You see, with women, I make truly beautiful music.”

“I think you’re confusing your sex fantasies with the time you scored a minor role in your high school’s production of ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,'” Candy said.

“On that sour note,” Ruthie said. But Wendy cut her off by calling for a huddle of the women.

“Listen,” she told Ruthie, “you might not want to sleep in the same room as a man tonight, but I’d like to sleep in the same bed with one. Or at least fuck some guy if he doesn’t want to stay and sleep.”

“Yeah, me too,” Candy said. “I get really horny when I’m away from home. I’d like to get fucked, too.”