Hurricane Irene

I still smelled like massage oil- lavender and vanilla with a little hint of musk. Will undressed me slowly, first my shirt and bra, then my shorts and panties. He ran his hands all over my body, coming to rest on my tits. He brought them to his mouth and sucked each nipple gently. I pulled his shirt off and played with his nipples while he licked mine.

We kissed, his tongue entering my mouth and exploring the ridge behind my top teeth. That drove me wild, and I toppled right on top of him, straddling his head with my pussy right over his mouth. His tongue reached up to meet my clit, and I felt him fingering my pussy. I ground my pussy against his face until he couldn't breathe, then he rolled me over onto my back.

I said, "Take your pants off and fuck me." He complied. Pants and boxer-briefs hit the floor, and he slid his cock up hard into my pussy. He thrusted a couple of times, then withdrew.

He said, "Suck my cock." I knelt on the floor and took his dick into my mouth. He was already thickening, and I was afraid he would cum before I even got started. I ran my tongue up and down as I sucked, tasting my pussy on his cock. My own taste was overwhelming me, and that made me even wetter. I looked up at Will, and I could see him watching me suck him off. I felt his hand on the top of my head, and I suddenly felt very slutty. I felt a spasm shoot through my belly, and I grabbed his balls, just for the fun of it.

He took my elbows into his hands and led me back to the bed. He said, "Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."

I assumed the position and he slammed his cock back inside my pussy. I took my fingers and started rubbing my clit. I could feel his cock hitting my cervix as I swirled in circles around my clit.

I moaned loudly, and said, "Will, fuck my ass."

I continued rubbing my clit as Will pulled his cock out of my pussy and went to the suitcase for some lube. I heard the cap open as he came back to me. I jumped when I felt him drizzle the cold lube over my asshole. I put my hand out to collect some lube for his cock. I reached behind me and started stroking his cock as he eased 2 fingers into my ass. We both moaned as we lubed each other, preparing for the once-in-a-while treat.

I said, "Ok. We're ready. Put it in my ass." He took 3 more thrusts into my pussy, then lined his slippery cock up with my anus. He rubbed it there for a moment before I pushed back against him. I gave a little yelp as he started to penetrate my hole. It had been a while since he's put his cock up my ass, so I needed a minute before he could go any farther. When I relaxed a little, he pushed in a little harder. I moved my ass back a little bit to meet him. Slowly, slowly, slowly he entered me.

When his cock was about halfway up my ass, he eased it out, just leaving the head inside my anus. He eased it in again, not stopping this time until I felt his balls against my pussy. He took three long, slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out. He added more lube on his cock and my ass, and began to pick up speed. I put

my fingers between my inner lips and started rubbing my clit. I was so hot, I didn't even start slowly. I was pressing hard on the side of my clit as Will fucked me faster and faster.

The feeling of his cock filling my ass was sending me close to cumming. I rubbed my clit a little harder. Will was muttering, "I love your tight ass. I love fucking you in the ass."

I felt him slap my ass a couple of times and he pounded my ass with his cock. That was all it took. My fingers swirling around my clit, Will's cock filling my ass to the hilt and the sharp pain of his slaps on my ass put me over the edge. I yelled, "Pinch my tits!" He did, and I started to yell, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm cumming."

As always, the spasms from my asshole rocked Will's cock over the edge. He was yelling, loudly enough for the whole hallway to hear, and I loved it. I told him, "Don't cum in my ass. Cum all over me." That was it. He pulled his cock out of me, and I felt warm cum landing all over my back, my ass, my anus, and my legs. Cum was dripping off me, and all I could think to do was rub it into my skin. Will reached out to help me. I felt wet and a little slimy as Will's hands rubbed his cum from my back to my tits, but I was very satisfied.

As I washed the sticky cum from my body, Irene moved closer to the Dominican Republic. Our ship was off the coast of Cuba, heading for Miami.

~Monday, August 22: Back in Miami~

No time for sex today. Breakfast, packing, reading our books as we wait for our debarkation zone to be called. We got off the ship and onto the bus that would take us to the Ft. Lauderdale airport. We took a cab to Beach Place at Ft. Lauderdale Beach, and spent a couple of hours in the sun, bobbing on the waves. This totally made up for the fact that there was no sun in Cozumel. We had lunch at Hooters (Will's choice. He was unimpressed with the wings. I tried to explain to him that people only raved about the wings to cover for the fact that they were there for the tits.), then headed back to the airport as a storm rolled in.

The rest of the day was spent traveling, and we arrived home and collapsed into our own bed after midnight.

We didn't even take the time to check the Weather Channel. If we had, we'd have known that Irene had strengthened to Hurricane Irene, and that she made landfall in the Dominican Republic while we were on our way home.

~Tuesday, August 23: Home Again~

We slept until almost noon, which almost never happens when you have 3 kids. We finally called the kids in the afternoon, but they were too busy swimming to talk to us. We watched the Weather Channel, mostly to see what we had missed while we were gone. Instead we heard our first reports that Hurricane Irene was turning toward the Bahamas. Somehow watching the Weather Channel gave me a little idea, and I started writing Hurricane Season, the first story for Literotica that I have written that was not about me, and was complete and total fiction. It was fun.

Meanwhile Irene was fluctuating between category 2 and 3, and was beginning to concern forecasters on the east coast.

~Wednesday, August 24~

First day of school for teachers in our school district. I continued working on Hurricane Season during our two hours of photocopier training. (I know, how can anyone not be completely on the edge of their seat for photocopier training?) Will was working late, so I continued working on the story until it was time for bed.

Irene held steady at category 3 for a while and gunned for the Bahamas. The nightly news reported that the northeast should be prepared for the worst weather we have ever seen.

~Thursday, August 25~

Another day at school, with everyone thinking that school would start on Monday. Speeches and meetings droned on while I fought an awful headache. I blamed the impending bad weather. When I got home from work, I took a nap and put my headache into remission.

My parents took my kids to a covered bridge in Vermont, built in 1870. My son was too nervous to walk over it, but my daughter practically danced across it. Will worked overnight, so I stayed up and finished Hurricane Season. I submitted it in the middle of the night.

Category 3 Irene turned north. East coast weather forecasters put the fear of God in us to be ready for her.

~Friday, August 26~

Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, and I began compulsively watching the weather. I was starting to get a little nervous. They were forecasting unprecedented storm conditions for the entire northeast.

Fortunately my parents decided to bring the kids home from VT before the storm was to hit. They returned to my parents' house late on Friday night.

Irene continued to churn in our direction.

~Saturday, August 27~

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I checked my gmail for a message I was expecting. This is an account I don't check often. I found my inbox flooded with messages about the 3 stories I had submitted to Literotica. I was very pleased because most of the messages were complimentary. There were some that actually made me blush. All of a sudden, I realized that I had a problem. I had not told Will about the stories I had submitted. I had originally planned to keep this experience all for myself, then I thought I would unveil my stories sometime when we had a leisurely weekend on our own so we could fuck our brains out after he read them.

When I thought about what would happen if he stumbled upon these private messages on his own, I panicked. I knew that he would be cool with the stories about our relationship, but I was afraid that he would think I was having an affair if he read those messages. I decided that I would tell him as soon as he got up, even though we didn't have much time before we had to pick up the kids.

I waited until he had finished his first cup of coffee, and said, "Honey, I have to tell you about something."

I think the blush on my cheeks and the embarrassed smile on my face intrigued him.

In a rush I blurted out the whole thing. I had written these stories, I was getting these messages, all in one big run on sentence. "Do you want to read them?"

He sat down at his computer (still in his underwear, since the kids weren't home), and I opened my laptop. We read Hurricane Season together. I kept glancing over to see what he thought. Pretty soon I could see what he thought in the form of a bulge in his boxer-briefs. I smiled to myself. The next time I looked, there were dark spots on his underwear, where his pre-cum had soaked through the dark-red fabric. It wasn't long before he was slowly stroking his cock as he read. Watching him stroke himself while reading my story was a thrill for me.

As he finished, he turned to me, completely shocked at what he had read. I rushed to assure him that it was complete fantasy, and blah, blah, blah. He couldn't believe some of the words that I could put in a story, but couldn't utter in the bedroom. He was still stroking himself a little when he said, "I think I need to go jerk off."

I said, "I know we don't have much time, but I was planning to give you a blowjob. Go take a shower. I'll wait for you in bed."

I didn't have to tell him twice. He was out of the shower so fast, I'm not sure he had time to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

He came to the bed and I told him to lie down. I nestled into my favorite spot, between his legs, and didn't waste any time putting his cock in my mouth. I skipped all the teasing and sucked him hard. I rubbed the underside of his penis hard with my tongue. I think that's the part that really sets him off. Once I start that hard licking, I always feel his cock get thick, and I know I'm about to get a mouthful of cum.

The whole blowjob lasted less than 5 minutes. As soon as his balls tightened up and I knew he was cumming, I took his cock out of my mouth, and slid it between my tits. We both held my tits around his cock as he pumped it up and down. I continued licking the head of his penis, so when he came, he pumped his cum all over my tits, my tongue, and my face. When he was done, I rubbed his cum all over my tits, and licked my fingers so I could taste his cum.

I took a quick shower, and it was already raining when we left to get the kids. On the way home, we stocked up on storm essentials- wine and beer, bottled water, milk, cold cuts, bread and chips.

The storm picked up during the night, and Irene let her presence be known.

~Sunday, August 28~

At 5:30 A.M. the fire pager went off for the first time, and didn't stop for the rest of the day. Most streets were impassable because multiple downed trees blocked the way. Our power went out around 8 A.M. A tree fell on our neighbor's roof. Will reported for a fire call at a local campground. A tree had fallen on a camper and killed a man.

The kids were scared and bored without the TV, computer, Wii, and the usual diversions. Their fighting was beginning to drive me up a wall, and I was regretting not going to my mother's house the night before.

By 5 P.M. the storm was easing up, so the kids and I headed out to the camper where we would at least have some lights, a working fridge and stove, hot running water, and a flushing toilet. Will finally came home, and we had a pleasant evening. He was exhausted, so I knew that putting the moves on him was not my best choice. By 9 P.M. everyone was asleep, and I was sitting on the camper couch with my Nook and a glass of cab. sauv.

~Monday, August 29~

This was supposed to be the first day of school. Since our town looked like a war zone, and another in our district was underwater, the opening of school was delayed until next Tuesday, the day after Labor Day.

I took the kids back to my parents' house because the power company was saying that we would probably be without power until Thursday. During the day we saw the video on YouTube of the covered bridge that my kids had posed in front of falling into the water and being washed away. Everyone was stunned and sad.

Will had to work a double shift, and he returned home to sleep in the camper by himself. He still had hot water, a stove, cold beer, lights and a flushing toilet, but there's no TV, no computer, and no way to charge his iPhone.

~Tuesday, August 30~

Still no power, but the sun was shining brightly. This is the weird part of a storm, when the sun is out, but there's still no school because the roads are littered with pieces of tree.

Will decided to take a double shift on Wednesday, since the kids and I won't be home anyway.

The power company is still estimating Thursday to return our electricity. I guess we'll be staying until Thursday, Mom.

Since it will be a couple of days before we are sleeping under the same roof, I find my hand creeping up under my nightgown, into my panties. It's getting hard to type with one hand, since the other hand is in my underwear, rubbing my clit. Writing all of this down has made me so wet, I know I need to masturbate to get any relief. I wish my vibrator was here with me, but all I have is my hand and the crazy stories in my head.

Too hard to type. Must go rub my clit.

Goodnight, Will. I love you.