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Authors: Patient Lee

Hurricane Season (3 page)

Chapter Six

She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We sat together on the bed. She turned to me, cupped my breast, and kissed me again. She guided me back on the bed. I had just been in the same spot with Martín the night before, but this time there was a whole different energy. 

 

Heather's hands were soft and her perfectly manicured nails running over my skin gave me goose bumps everywhere. I asked what I should do. She replied, "Just enjoy for now. I'll tell you when it's your turn."

 

She kissed my neck, and then she lowered her head to my breasts. I held my breath in anticipation. Then her lips closed around my nipple, and it sent a spasm through my entire body. I inhaled sharply, and she asked, "Is this ok for you?"

 

"Please don't stop." My voice came in a whisper.

 

She responded by taking the other nipple into her mouth. She sucked gently, then a little harder. She eased off and flicked her tongue back and forth across the rock-hard nub. She repeated this treatment on the other nipple and paused to ask, "Do you want to try?"

 

I was overcome with nervousness, but I did my best to stifle it. I took both of my hands and placed them on her tits, leaving the nipples uncovered. I looked at Heather for encouragement, and she smiled and said, "Take your time."

 

I leaned in with my tongue out a little, and ran the very tip over her nipples, one at a time. She shuddered a little and said, "Ooh. That's it."

 

I got a little bolder, and took her nipple into my mouth and gently suckled it. I gave the other nipple a pinch, just to surprise her. It worked. Heather took my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. She kissed me harder and more urgently this time. I put my hands on the sides of her face while I kissed her back.

 

She finally broke the kiss and started kissing my chin, my neck, my breasts, my belly, and eventually she hovered over my pussy. She pushed my legs apart to open me up and looked up at me. My eyes were closed, so she said, "Open your eyes." I did, just in time to see her tongue dip into my pussy for the first time.

 

Another spasm shot through my body, and I wondered why I had not made love to a woman before. Heather thought I was chickening out though, so she stopped licking me, and said, "Shh. It's okay."

 

I put my hands on her head and pushed her face back between my legs. "Heather, I want you to lick my pussy. Please don't stop until I come all over your face," I said, louder than I had intended.

 

She laughed softly. "Well, ok, but you're going to have to take care of your tits for me."

 

I smiled. "That's fine, but you're going to have to fuck my cunt with your fingers while you lick my clit."

 

From that point on, there was no more talking. Her tongue swirled around my clit, on the left, on the right, flicked right across the top. She had two fingers buried in my pussy, rubbing my G-spot as no man ever had.

 

My orgasm built from my pussy, threatening to explode throughout my body. I pinched my nipples in time with Heather's tongue. My feet flexed. My toes curled. My head thrashed back and forth.

 

Heather placed her soft lips around my clit and sucked hard. That was it. Every muscle in my body tightened. I breathed in and held my breath as I pulled on my nipples. Heather took one, last, hard suck and resumed licking me through my orgasm. I finally managed to groan, "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming hard!" 

 

As my body relaxed, the fingers in my pussy slowed, and her tongue lapped lazily at the sides of my clit. I moaned a little, and then stroked her hair. She looked up at me. "So. What did you think?"

 

"That was the best sex I've ever had."

 

She moved herself next to me and kissed me softly. Like with Martín, I could taste my pussy on her mouth. "Do you think you want to lick my pussy?" she said. I hesitated for a second. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I know you're worried about whether this makes you a lesbian..."

 

I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from rambling. "Shh." I kissed her for a moment. "I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just not sure I'll be able to make you come like you did for me. My pussy-licking muscles aren't well developed."

 

Heather smiled. "I watched you give the most amazing blow job yesterday. Just thinking about that makes me shiver. No pressure, huh?"

 

I smiled shyly, and moved down, between her legs. I took my first tentative taste of her pussy. "Maybe just a little pressure here, right?"

 

She laced her fingers through my hair, pressed my mouth against her clit. "Lots of pressure right there." With that, I gave up all of my reservations and licked her. I tried to follow her example, licking the sides of her hood, then swirling in circles around her clit. When my tongue felt tired, I used my fingers to rub her clit, around and around, pressing a little bit harder.

 

When I resumed licking her, I started finger fucking her in time with the rhythm of my tongue. Her hips bucked, so I kept going. I licked harder and faster and rubbed her spongy G-spot in circles with two fingers.

 

Just when I thought I could not move my tongue any more, she yelled right out loud. "I'm coming! Lick my pussy! Don't stop licking me. Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Oh, god." Finally, she relaxed, and pulled me up to kiss her again. We stayed there with our arms around each other. I moved a little to adjust how we fit together, our breasts rubbing together softly. 

 

We were starting to drift off, when Carla and Martín came into the room. "Bad news," Carla announced. A hurricane was headed straight for the Keys, and the evacuation was to start in the morning. Carla said, "Let's pack up and take care of the house tonight. We'll get up and play one last time while we watch the sunrise in the morning. Then we'll head for Miami." 

 

We all helped with the storm shutters and the patio furniture, and then I showered and headed to bed. Before I drifted off to sleep, I felt Heather slip between my sheets. I rolled over and kissed her, and we both fell asleep.

 

Chapter Seven

We awoke to Martín and Carla sitting on the bed, touching our hair. "Wake up, sleepyheads," Carla said in a singsong voice. She had opened the door to the deck, and I could see that it was just daybreak. Martín handed me a cup of strong coffee, which I drank with pleasure. We all walked out onto the deck to enjoy our coffee and the muffins Carla had baked.

 

The wind was calm, the morning was warm, and there was no sign of the impending storm. Carla said that the storm, named Tomas, was still on track to hit the Keys the next morning, and that it had been upgraded to a category three, major hurricane during the night, just as the weatherman had feared. 

 

Carla apologized to me for having to cut our weekend short, but I felt lucky that it hadn't come earlier. Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture, but it was usually worth taking a chance.

 

Martín said, "
Vámonos.  A la piscina
," and we headed downstairs to the pool. The view was glorious. When the house was built, the pool had been positioned on the south side of the house, allowing perfect views of sunrise and sunset. 

 

We finished our coffee, slipped off our robes, and got into the warm water as the sky took on a pinkish hue. We swam and splashed around for a couple of minutes before Martín motioned to me, "Ven acá." I dove under the water towards him and when I surfaced, I grabbed his cock on the way up. He kissed the top of my head as I stroked him slowly. He jumped up to sit on the side of the pool, so that I could suck his cock without drowning. As the sky got lighter, I sucked harder.

 

I prepared to catch a mouthful of his cum, when Carla put her arms around me and pulled me away. "This whole thing was my idea, and we haven't even touched each other yet," and she bent down and kissed me. Her fingers slid between my pussy lips, and I shivered. As she rubbed my clit, the sun was just starting to peek above the horizon. Her fingers pushed inside of my pussy. "Come stand on the deck with me," she said. 

 

The breeze made my wet nipples grow hard. Goose bumps sprang up all over my body. Carla took my hand and led me to the table, facing the sunrise.

 

She pushed on my back to bend me over the table and told me to get comfortable. I remembered the book she was reading on the plane about whipping, spanking, paddling, and a lot of anal sex. I panicked. Before I had any time to react though, I felt and heard the first stinging swat on my right buttock. "Ow," I yelled. "What was that for?"

 

Instead of answering, she delivered three more hard spanks. My whole ass stung. "Don't worry," Carla said. "I won't be using any whips or paddles today. I'm just going to redden your ass pretty well."

 

Heather and Martín were also out of the pool, and she got on her knees to suck his cock. Carla and I watched while she alternated between spanking and caressing my bottom. I had not been spanked by any of my previous lovers, and I hadn't realized how good the sting of a good, hard slap on the ass could feel.

 

After a few minutes, Carla helped me stand. She told me that she could see her handprints all over my ass. She laughed, and said, "Was that your first spanking?"

 

"Yes. It was," I said with a smile.

 

The sun had cleared the horizon. It was a beautiful red color. Heather took Martín's dick out of her mouth long enough to say, "Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning...."

 

Martín took advantage of her break to lay her on a lounge chair and fuck her pussy with long strokes of his hard cock. She pinched her nipples, and suddenly I wanted to be pinching them. Instead, I turned and took Carla's nipple in my mouth. "Atta girl," she said.

 

I slid my finger between her pussy lips. She moaned as I pushed two fingers into her cunt. I eased her onto another lounge chair, spread her legs, and started eating her out. Never in my life had I considered performing oral sex on another woman, and now I had my mouth on my second pussy in twenty-four hours. It felt deliciously dirty.

 

Heather had taught me well, and it wasn't long before my head was squeezed between Carla's legs, and I collected a mouthful of the juice from her pussy. As her orgasm peaked, she moaned long and loudly. As she let me go, I felt proud of myself, but she jerked me back to reality when she said, "You are such a naughty girl. Going down on my pussy like that makes you such a bad little lesbian."

 

I blushed, and she said, "Martín is going to have to give you a big spanking now." My stomach did a flip-flop. Martín's hands were huge. I couldn't imagine the pain of being spanked by such large, strong hands. Martín pulled his cock out of Heather, who joined Carla on the lounge chair. Just before Martín pulled me over his knee, Carla's head dipped between Heather's thighs. 

 

He bent me over one knee, using the other leg to keep me from squirming too much. His wet cock poked my thigh as he settled me and brought his hand up for the first spank. He let it hang there for a minute, and I tried to squirm away. When I thought he had changed his mind, he brought his hand down hard on my right cheek. I yelped. His spank was much harder than Carla's. 

 

Again he paused, and the anticipation was killing me. My pussy was throbbing, and my ass felt hot. I whispered, "Please," as he brought his hand down over and over. I didn't count how many times his hand made contact with my sore bottom. 

 

The more I heard the sharp crack of his hand and felt the stinging pain, the hotter I got. "Spank me. Spank me," I yelled.

 

Then Martín caressed my red-hot buttocks. He whispered in my ear, "
Me duele la mano
. My hand hurts." I smiled and knelt between his legs, taking his cock into my mouth. I could taste Heather's pussy on his cock as I heard her announcing her approaching orgasm. He allowed me to suck his cock for a couple of minutes before he pulled me up, and bent me over the table. The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy lips, and I pushed myself back against him. 

 

The day heated up as the sun climbed higher in the sky, but the wind was picking up, reminding us that Hurricane Tomas was still on his way. I was too busy with Hurricane Martín to worry.

 

Heather and Carla came over to the table, and they eased me onto my back. Martín fucked me while Carla climbed on all fours over me and licked my clit. I tried to reach my tongue to her pussy, but Heather said, "Just relax. I'll take care of Carla when I get back."

 

I didn't ask where she was going. 

 

Carla licked my pussy with a completely different technique, perhaps because she was positioned on top of me. The slippery underside of her tongue, and then the rough top slid along my clit. Martín's cock felt huge inside my pussy. 

 

I had never been fucked and eaten at the same time, and my brain was on overload, trying to process the sensations.

 

Martín took his cock out of my pussy, and Carla sucked it for a few minutes. Heather returned with a small, penis-shaped vibrator, which she inserted into Carla's pussy. Once again, I stuck my tongue out to lick her clit, while the vibrator went in and out of her pussy. She was so wet, she was dripping on my face. 

 

Carla returned to licking my pussy stopping only to tell Martín, "I think it's wet enough now." Heather put down the vibrator and went to Martín. I couldn't see what was happening, but I thought I heard a bottle or tube of something being opened. Martín's hair tickled my thighs, and he spread my legs even farther apart. I had no idea what was going on.

 

As Carla licked my clit, Martín's tongue pushed into my cunt. He gave it several thrusts before moving lower. His tongue touched my buttocks, and then he spread my cheeks apart. I gasped loudly when his tongue touched my asshole. I had never had anyone lick my hole before, and it sent sparks of pleasure through my body. His tongue entered my asshole, and I just thrust my hips forward, trying to get more of his tongue inside me. 

 

Heather announced to me, "Martín's going to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever had anal sex before?" Hearing the words "anal sex" for the second time that weekend along with Carla's tongue, still working my clit, brought a gush of pussy juice out of me. I shook my head, but Heather couldn't see that. 

 

Martín's well-lubed finger rubbed my hole. He pressed a little, and the tip slid in to the first knuckle. My sphincter tightened to keep the intruder out. He pressed in again, and his long finger snaked up into my ass. "¿
Está bien
?" he asked. 

 

"

." I spread my legs wider. Carla stopped licking to allow me to get used to having something stuck in my ass.

 

He slid his finger in and out and twisted it around. Heather said, "He's going to try two fingers now. Just relax and bear down a little. It will help them slip right inside."

 

I moaned out loud this time as his fingers entered me. He took several strokes then, without announcing it, he added a third finger. 

 

Heather said, "Oh, Sweetie. You're doing so good!" 

 

I stifled the urge to correct her grammar. Instead I said, "I'm ready. Fuck my ass, Martín. Stick your cock up my ass." Carla suggested that the first time might be easier if he fucked me from behind, so we switched spots. Carla helped him spread my cheeks while Heather played with my tits. 

 

I was terrified. A cock up my ass? This was going to hurt like fucking hell.

 

And it did. Despite the copious amount of lube they had applied to both my asshole and Martín's cock, it hurt. It took a couple of minutes for him to ease the head through my sphincter. I repeated over and over, "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck." There were tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't think I could continue.

 

Heather kissed my face, rubbed my tits, and whispered, "Just relax. Remember to bear down a little. You'll get used to it in a minute."

 

As my sphincter finally adjusted to the head of Martín's cock lodged in my ass, my breathing slowed, and I could finally say, "Ok, but go slowly.
Muy lento, por favor
." Carla let more lube drip onto my ass and his cock, and he pressed forward, just a little bit. He pulled back that same little bit then pressed against me again, a little farther this time.

 

Suddenly, Martín pulled my hips back toward him as he thrust his cock all the way inside my ass. Heather twisted my nipples hard to confuse my pain sensors. It worked. White-hot pain stabbed the middle of my body, but it wasn't unpleasant.

 

Once the shock subsided, I nodded to give Martín permission to slide his cock out again. The walls of my rectum accepted the stranger, and I realized that the pain was good, like the sting of a hard spank was good.

 

I rocked my hips back and forth, yelling, "That's it. Fuck my ass. Stick your cock in my ass. Squeeze my tits. Make me cum." Carla put her hand between my legs, and rubbed my clit in a tight circle, right on the side that feels so good. Pleasure and pain mixed together into a delicious cocktail, and I knew I'd come soon. I was throwing my head back, holding on to the table for dear life.

 

Martín's balls slapped against my pussy. Carla's fingers swirled around my clit, and Heather's tongue and lips locked on my nipples again. I was close to coming as I concentrated on the huge cock reaming my asshole. 

 

All of a sudden, Carla hit just the right spot, Heather bit my nipple, and Martín shoved his cock higher up into my rectum than ever. I screamed, first a wordless, high-pitched scream. When I could finally find words, I kept screaming, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck my tight asshole. Come in my asshole. I'm coming. God damn, I'm coming with your cock in my asshole!"

 

The spasms from my anus were enough to put Martín over the edge. His cock twitched as he unloaded his cum in my ass. As he came, he spanked my ass again. Not as hard as before, but his dick was still firmly lodged in my ass, so it was a little more painful.

 

His cock softened and slid out of my ass. Immediately I felt empty, and I wished I could have more. Carla kissed Martín, and Heather kissed me. 

 

Suddenly we all heard a loud voice saying, "This is the United States Coast Guard. You are ordered to evacuate the island immediately. You must be on the mainland by noon today, or no assistance will be available."

 

We looked up, and right in front of us was a Coast Guard boat with four men lined up along the rail. All four were staring at us through their binoculars. They had gotten quite a show. I tried to cover up, but Carla just stood up on a chair in all her naked glory, and told them that we had a boat, and that we would be leaving within the hour.

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