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"Alone at last!" Kat sighed, wriggling through the narrow attic window. She nimbly scampered down the steep slope of the roof until she reached the long, flat eaves at the back of her house, where she rested with one bare foot dangling over the edge. Her ears relished the soft, soothing nocturnal lull--so welcome after the pandemonium which reigned in the rooms below--but her eyes gazed regretfully to the east. Far out past the suburbs of Angel Grove, the night sky hung sparkling pure over the Angel Lake campgrounds, where her friends were presently... doing what?
"Probably eff-ing each other senseless around their campfire while they wait for their fucking wieners to roast," she grumbled. "Meanwhile I'm stuck here in town helping to entertain my cousins." Kat had been so excited when she learned that her Aunt Tess and Uncle Nick, and their seven children, were coming to visit from Australia, even if it had meant that she'd miss the camping trip with Aisha and Trini and all her friends. But the reality was proving to be very trying. Her uncle still treated her like a little girl, her aunt talked of nothing but her missed opportunity to dive at the PanGlobals, and as for her cousins... well, all seven had made themselves right at home. Between their bickering, rough housing, and practical jokes, Kat was ready to transport them all back across the wide blue ocean. The three girls were finally snoring loudly on her bedroom floor, after trying on all of her favorite dresses and sweaters and telling her how "bloody gaddamn awful" she looked in pink. She couldn't even hide out in the bathroom for more than five too-short minutes without one of the boys pounding on the door and yelling for her to hurry up. Kat was desperate for some privacy... and then she remembered Rocky's parting advice as he climbed into the gang's rented RV.
"Hey Kat! When that houseful o' Aussies gets on your nerves, just do what I do. Climb up on the roof and look at the stars... in your underwear!" She hadn't understood him at the time, but now, well, she certainly longed for some peace and solitude... and not just to escape the din from down under. Much to her consternation, Kat found herself smack in the midst of a big fat hormone spike.
"If only Tommy hadn't come down with the flu," she growled in frustration. "But then he'd be out at Angel Lake too, and I'd still be up here on the roof with nothing but you for comfort." As she spoke, she slipped a long, fleshy object from beneath her pjs and regarded it wryly. She'd been fortunate to sneak it out of her nightstand without any of her guests noticing--she'd be teased mercilessly if any of the cousins discovered that she owned a dildo, especially one of such deliciously ample proportions.
As she handled the firm, rubbery shaft, she felt her heartbeat racing and her nipples straining against her thin silky top. _My God,_ she snorted, _I'm practically salivating over a dildo!_ For a moment, she was tempted to teleport over to Tommy's house to see if maybe his fever had broken, but she only had a brief time before her absence would be noticed. And besides, she could hardly disturb Tommy just because she hadn't taken care of her hormones before her teammates left on their outing. _Naturally, I would Spike after they all leave_, she exasperated with a sardonic turn of her lips.
I'll just have to go Rocky one better, Kat determined, holding her toy carefully between her teeth and unbuttoning her pajama top. She uttered a small whine of exasperation as her fingers trembled and fumbled in her haste to feel the cool nightbreeze on her aching tits. The top button popped off and bounced towards the gutter, its tiny rattle sounding unnaturally loud, as she finally ripped the shirt off and thrust her tits into the crisp night air. Its luxurious caress seemed to tease Kat's nipples to an excruciating hardness, and as her sighs turned to moans, she swiftly skinned her pants down to her ankles. The wind blew harder. Suddenly Kat's satiny garments were uplifted and carried over the edge, a pink, fluttering shimmer in the moonlight. Then they were gone. Kat sat naked, her bare bottom pressed against the rough shingles still warm from the sun. Somewhere in the more practical recesses of her mind, she wondered how she would recover her clothing, but for the moment, the thought of being trapped, alone and exposed on the roof of her house, just seemed so naughty and so very exhilarating. She shivered with hunger.
Grasping the dildo, Kat sucked the soft head into her mouth. Desire surged through her veins as her long, flaxen hair whipped and gusted about her face. With a wild shake, Katherine threw her head back and let the ersatz dick gravitate down her throat, freeing her hands to ramble up and down her moonlit body. Each hand closed over a breast, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh, then tugging hard at her wind-chilled nipples, warming them with quick, sharp pinches. She stroked the insides of her thighs, then knelt up, spreading her legs wider and arching her back as her fingers caressed her wet, warm petals.
_If only Rocky could see me like this!_ Kat sighed as she spread the lips of her sex and pressed against the hardened kernel of her clitoris. Her thoughts leapt back to her first vision of the then-Red Ranger's bod through lust-dazzled eyes, nearly a year ago at Tommy's pool-- he had seemed so nervous and tentative towards her. But oh! the sight of Rocky, his bronzed, muscled chest wet and glistening, his nipples stiffened in the cool breeze.... _Mmmmm!_ Kat moaned at the memories bubbling into view as she sank most deeply into the evocative vision replaying in her hormony mind. His trunks had been plastered to his tight, round ass, and when he turned, the drenched fabric had just barely restrained his cock... she knew she couldn't wait to taste him. She just had to suck and fuck him right then and there!
As lascivious images of her friend filled her mind's eye, Katherine snatched the dildo from her mouth and pushed it past the lips of her cunt, plunging it in as hard and as frenzied as Rocky had taken her that first time inside the pool house. The feel of his body pressing against hers, the sounds of their friends splashing and playing only a few feet away while the pair of them rocked and grunted furiously together, had thrilled Kat's lust to a fever. The heat inside the small shed had made them pant and sweat so, their hot flesh slapping and slipping... and now, alone on her windswept roof in the cool of the night, Kat could almost feel Rocky's hard, hot body once again driving her towards a mighty climax. She forced the dildo deeper, bearing down and holding it inside. Her fingers rapidly lashed her clit as she clamped her other hand to her mouth. Kat's orgasm coiled within her, then sprang alive, thrashing her body to and fro as it tore through every muscle and emotion.
_OhhhhhhRRRRRockyRockyRockyyyy!!!_ she mind-screamed as she clenched her jaw to keep from howling his name to the azure moon.
For a moment, Kat's body remained frozen and taut in a silent wail, her head tossed back, her tits thrust forth, her muscles tense and shivering. Then, as the rushing buzz of her orgasm began to wane, the night sounds roused her from her revery. She slowly sank down upon the rough, warm shingles and stretched her long legs in a languid, liquid, luxurious motion. _Oh, if only Rocky could see me like this_, she smiled fondly, echoing her earlier, hormone-driven fancy. Then, the thought barely expressed, her brow furrowed and her eyes shifted restlessly towards the far off eastern horizon. With greater and greater frequency--and satisfaction, she had to admit--it was Rocky's image that pervaded her night thoughts, Rocky's name that threatened to fly from her lips in her wildest and gentlest moments of passion. Even when she made love to Tommy or to Tanya, free from the driving, insistent call of the Power, Kat had discovered that she herself was still bound to this persistent yearning. Her most amorous self seemed drawn to Rocky, her palpable desires and feelings for him transcending her older fantasies and infatuations. Even now, she found herself anxious for the Blue Ranger's return so that she could confess to this rooftop escapade, and tempt him to join in on her next stargazing venture.
The notion of sneaking Rocky up onto her roof in the heart of the night simmered Katherine's far-from-satiated hormones--reliving their first sexual tryst had been exciting, but her masturbatory memories were a poor poor substitute for a warmly shivering cock and a cute round butt. _Maybe I can teleport to the campground and slip inside Rocky's sleeping bag for a quickie?_ Kat briefly contemplated the possibility, her welling hormones finding the danger appealing, but as she absently reached for her wrist, she recalled that her communicator was presently resting in the drawer of her nightstand. _Bloody Hell! I should have jumped him inside the Winnabago this afternoon!_ she fumed. _Tomorrow night, Rocky is definitely in for a royal screwing. But for now... ._
Kat lay back on the shingles, trying to settle in to a sufficiently arousing fantasy. Quick fleeting images and shadows of her friends and lovers flitted through her mind, but none seemed quite to resonate with the pitch of her hot and hellbent horniness: Tommy's soft and mushy breakfast love _(Does he have to call me "Kitten"?!)_... Billy's absentminded, pedantic passions _(Those lab tables are COLD!!)_... even Tanya's fiery hunger and Aisha's wildly wicked fuckability.... Kat wanted raw, phallic sex! She hungered for deep plunging strokes, she craved the spastic humor of Rocky's lovemaking and the unapologetic delight he evinced in scouring every nerve and curve of her body. She rolled onto her downy belly and hiked her bottom to the moon, then twisted both arms back, flattening her breasts against the warm coarseness of the roof as she brought the dildo to her nether mouth with two-fisted, determined desire. If Tommy still wouldn't, if Adam and Billy were oft too gentle, over-tender... well, Rocky definitely knew how to bumfuck a woman right.
Recollections of Rocky's tanned, nude body writhing on Aisha's bed flashed through Kat's memory--his hard, sexy chest so smooth and warm to her questing touch, his wet tongue both rough and slick within her. She had hoped so fiercely that Rocky would want Aisha's gift, would desire to make love to her just as much as she longed for a slow and gentle encounter with him. And he had been so tender and so sweet and yum! so delicious... and later, when they awoke in the dark to discover Aisha gone and the night wide and open before them, he had been so funny and naughty and creative, divining and exploring all her kinkiest fancies.
"Arrrrrrrgh," Kat trilled to the wind as the tip of the dildo pressed into her rump, opening and stretching her just as Rocky had that night of their second coupling. She rolled onto her back and bent her long legs above her head, pointing her toes and willing herself to feel Rocky pressing down on top of her. He had refused to take her on her knees, instead spreading her wide and pushing her thighs back until her hips rocked high and his thick cock lodged just inside her lustful bum. For the first time, Kat's anus had been stretched and plundered while her lover also reigned hot and tender kisses upon her lips and teased her nipples with sharp nips and feline licks.
The toy sank to the depths of Katherine's fundament--she stretched and pulled and fucked herself with the enthusiasm of her remembered lover and in anticipation of his return on the morrow--she would take him up on the housetop and joyfully screw him in the moonshine while the whispered account of her onanistic escapade lilted hotly in his ear. Kat stroked her ass with hard, hungry thrusts as her orgasm throbbed insistently, inevitably nearer. The cool burning of her anus was soon overtaken by a moist and fiery rush of pleasure, glimmering just behind her eyelids, then shivering down her spine, until her climax thrilled through her ass and pussy and quaked her taut and shivering thighs. Kat rocked on the roof and came beneath the stars.
She regained her senses after a short, dreamy pause--the crickets still chirruped and the breeze still gusted, but at least for the moment, her passions seemed willing enough to lie quiet and serene within her. With a small squeal of effort, she ousted the faux phallus from her moon-white cheeks and drowsily contemplated her lost nightwear. "There must be a sheet or something in the attic," she mused. "Perhaps if I find it quickly and hurry down to the bathroom, I can just snatch another pair of pajamas from the laundry hamper."
Suddenly, she became aware of her dildo as it slipped from her slack fingers and began rolling towards the edge of the roof. Kat pounced, unwilling to lose her toy and even less inclined to explain how it came to rest amongst her mother's cucumbers and marigolds in the morning. She grabbed the phallus just as it reached the brink, clutching it to her bosom and struggling to keep her balance. As she peered precariously down into her backyard, the porch light abruptly flickered to life and Kat scrambled back away into the shadows. She heard her father and uncle conversing about the Hilliard's proposed swimming pool as they noisily banged through the backdoor. Then to her horror, her father announced, "Here, Nicky, why don't I hit the floodlights so you can see what I have in mind."
With fear-born alacrity and mortified agility, Kat scurried back up the sloping roof and crouched behind the chimney just as a painfully revealing illumination flared up from the yard. Melding into the gloom, she heard the backdoor swing open again and again as her male cousins streamed outside to join in the discussion. _My God that was a close one!_ she sighed in relief. _Maybe tomorrow Rocky and I should wait until everyone is safely and soundly asleep. But for now, I'd better slip back downstairs while they're all busy outside._
Kat grinned in satisfaction as she scampered stealthily from shadow to shadow, over the peak of the roof and around the gable. As her hand grasped and fumbled at the darkened attic windowsill, she gave a start, finding her entry barred by cold glass. Panic thrilled through her naked form as the realization hit. The same strong night currents which had fondled her body and fanned her passions... those mischievous zephyrs which had tickled her memories and stolen her clothing.... Had the wind blown the window shut? "Oh no no no, please, it just can't be locked!" she hissed.
"Hey Kitten, why don't you come on outside," she heard her father's voice calling from the backyard.
Kat tugged frantically at the window, but it wouldn't budge. Her uncle's smooth and smarmy outback bellow soon followed her father's summons. "Yeah, get yerself out here an' show Uncle Nick where yer lil' pool's gonna be, Kitty-Kat!"
"Good God," Kat groaned under her beleaguered breath, "that's even worse than 'Kitten.'"
Katherine gave the perverse panes a final shaking, then swiftly but anxiously examined her alternatives. _Do I break the glass, or do I shimmy down the drainpipe in the all-together in front of half my family? Oh! I just pray no one calls the fire department to get me down. Damn, taking Rocky's advice was just so... so... what the hell was I thinking of?!_
She could almost hear Rocky's voice in mock protest--"Hey, at least I keep my boxers on!"
_Yeah, right, sure--if there's one thing you could never do, Rocko, it's keep your pants on... thank God,_ Kat snarked in fond irritation. _I swear, DeSantos, if I get in trouble over this...._
Before she could think of an appropriately dire consequence (other than withholding her sexual favors and fancies, which was of course way way out beyond consideration) Kat felt the breezes blustering with renewed fervor. Tree branches began to twitch and switch, and as Kat glanced up towards the scuddling clouds, she saw a pinkish flash swirling and twirling down out of the darkness, floating and fleeing along with the capricious air currents in mesmerizing, shimmering glimmers of liquid contortions... until it smacked her in the puss.
_My pajamas!_ Kat felt like screaming in relief. She quickly donned the cold, damply silky garments, shuddering slightly at their chilly caress--and at the uncertainty of just where they had been for the past 30 minutes--then turned her attention back to the unforgiving casement. This time, her sharp, determined jerks seemed to budge up the pane ever so slightly.
From below, her father thumped in through the backdoor in search of his innocent and precious little daughter, while up on the hot tin roof, Kat puzzled, _Now, how can I jimmy-fucking-open this futher-mucking window with my dildo?_