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Author's Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it
was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on
Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when
I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone
expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home
with no power while I stay at my parents' house with our kids. The
power company thinks it will be two more days before we have
electricity, so I'm hoping to finish this in time for Will to read it on
his iPhone. Alone. In the dark.
Hurricane Irene- The Truth This Time
Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture,
but it's usually worth taking a chance. We watched the tropical updates
very closely in the weeks before our cruise, knowing that it didn't
matter what the forecast was until it actually happened. It was only a
four night cruise, so we were really worried that it would be cut short.
Our kids were going away for a week with my parents, so we had spent a
good chunk of the summer discussing our own getaway. We went back and
forth between simple and extravagant. Camping in Gettysburg? Weekend in
Vegas? Disney World without kids? Camping in Myrtle Beach? New Orleans? A
cruise?
The more we talked about a cruise, the better it sounded. We weren't
originally planning a "second honeymoon", but I guess that's really what
it was. Our real honeymoon was in 1996 in Cancun. One of the best
things we did was go snorkeling with a disposable underwater camera.
In 2006 our basement flooded after record rainfall for our area. We lost
everything we stored there, including our washer and dryer (expensive,
but replaceable) and our honeymoon pictures. We didn't have digital
copies of anything before 2002, so they were ruined and gone forever.
We decided on a four night cruise from Miami to Key West to Cozumel,
back to Miami. I don't relax well, and I was looking forward to checking
out the laid-back attitudes of Key West and Mexico. We booked a
snorkeling excursion in Cozumel, and decided that we'd just have to
replace the ruined pictures with new ones.
~Thursday, August 18: Miami~
We set sail in Miami with no reports of tropical activity in the
Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico. We had already had a couple of tropical
drinks, and the hot, humid air on the Lido Deck sent us back to our
cabin for swim suits. Will went into the bathroom and I started to take
off my traveling clothes. I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom as I
pulled off my bra. He snuck up behind me and cupped my breasts from
behind. "Hey, you scared the crap out of me," I squealed.
He put his lips to my neck as he rubbed the palms of his hands over my
nipples. I felt his cock poking my back because he hadn't put his
swimsuit on yet. "Mmmm," he moaned into my neck. "Maybe we should skip
the swim."
"No way! We have all night for that. I want to go to the pool," I
replied as I grabbed his cock behind me and gave it a couple of strokes,
just to be a pest. He retaliated by pinching my nipples hard, which lit
a fire between my legs and made me squirm. "C'mon," I said. "Get your
suit on."
*****
After dinner we headed straight to our room, despite our desire to check
out the entertainment on the boat. We were both exhausted since we
hadn't slept well the night before in anticipation of our trip, and we
had gotten up at 3:00 A.M. to get to the airport on time. I was
expecting at least a quick roll in the hay before calling it a night,
but I think Will was sleeping as I kissed him tonight. I was
disappointed, but I was sound asleep before it mattered.
~Friday, August 19: Key West~
I woke up before our alarm. In our inside stateroom it was completely
dark. I couldn't tell if it was the middle of the night or the middle of
the day. A glace at the clock told me that there was plenty of time
before our Conch Train tour of Key West, so I reached over and started
rubbing Will's thigh lightly. The morning was working in my favor, and I
didn't have to do much to encourage his already standing cock. I
slipped my hand into his boxer-briefs just as he was starting to wake
up.
"Good morning," he mumbled. "What time is it?"
I stroked his cock a little as I said, "It's time for a blowjob."
"Oh," he said, as I slipped his underwear down to his knees. He kicked
it off the rest of the way, and I climbed between his legs. I lowered my
head to take him into my mouth, and he stopped me. He slid my nightgown
over my head, to allow access to my tits. I hadn't worn panties to bed,
so I was naked as I settled myself back between Will's legs.
This time he let me lower my head all the way to the tip of his cock. He
was very hard by then, and I licked my lips when I saw the pre-cum
pooled in his slit. I brought my tongue just to the very tip of his
penis. I tasted the warm, salty drop, and allowed it to sit on my tongue
for a minute. I smiled slyly, and said, "Mmm. Breakfast."
He lifted his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to my lips. I
rubbed it along my lips, feeling the pre-cum slide over them like salty
lip gloss. I left it there as I slowly lowered my mouth to meet his
hips. I didn't stop until my lips were against his shaved skin, his cock
sliding into my throat. I tickled him with my nose, then pulled back
even slower, feeling the silky skin of his cock sliding along the
pre-cum on my lips.
He said, "We're going to miss our tour if you insist on blowing me in slow motion."
I bit him gently, just below the head of his cock, then sucked him back
into my mouth, quickly this time. I began fucking his cock with my mouth
at a much faster pace. My head moved up and down into his pelvis. My
tongue licked the entire length of his cock with each bob of my head.
Back and forth, up and down. The pace was frantic, and I was beginning
to tire. He was starting to moan, and his hips were bucking in time with
my mouth. I felt the head of his cock swelling, so I kept going. His
cock was reaching farther and farther to the back of my mouth, so I
couldn't reach the head with my tongue anymore. His whole cock felt
thicker as his orgasm approached.
"I'm gonna cum in your throat," he grunted. "Here it comes. Here it comes. Ugh. Ugh. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming. Uuggghhh."
He spurted his cum so far back in my mouth, I could hardly taste it.
When he relaxed and the flow of cum finally abated, I lifted my mouth
off his cock, and let his cum run over my tongue so I could taste it. I
swallowed and quickly kissed him, hard, on the lips. I poked my tongue
into his mouth, so he could share the taste of his salty cum.
He said, "You really give an amazing blowjob," as he twirled my hair.
"My turn," he announced and swapped places with me on the bed.
No sooner had I spread my legs, when we heard the knock. "Room service," the man called from the hallway.
"God damn it," I cursed. "Just one quick lick." Will stuck his tongue
out and flicked his tongue over my pussy. The man knocked again. Will
threw on the white terry cloth robe from the closet, while I slipped
into the bathroom.
"You're mine when we get back on the ship, you know," Will whispered just before he opened the door.
"You got that right," I said loudly from the bathroom as the man brought the tray into the room.
*****
Key West was really nice. We started our morning with our Conch Train
tour of the island. I had been looking forward to that. I know I'm a
nerd, but I enjoy an educational vacation (as I said, I don't relax
well). We hopped off the train at the stop closest to the Southernmost
Point in the US and explored that area a bit. We stopped at the
Southernmost Beach and put our Southernmost feet in the Southernmost
water. We hadn't been to the beach for over a year, so we listened to
the waves and the sea gulls and held hands and kissed a little bit.
We got back on the train and finished the tour. When we arrived back at
the first stop, we poked through a couple shops, bought pirate t-shirts
for our kids, and walked to Sloppy Joe's Bar. I enjoyed the anecdote
about Hemingway on the menu. We didn't tour his house, but I was about a
hundred pages into For Whom the Bell Tolls, downloaded to my Nook for
my trip to Key West.
It was just after eleven in the morning, but we ordered a margarita to
share. We took the opportunity to check facebook on our phones and
laughed while we read our friends' status updates to each other. Our
margarita lasted only minutes, so we ordered some frozen rum drink. A
guy we went to high school with had written a Haiku about the margaritas
he had consumed on his vacation the night before, so I answered with my
own.
Eleven A.M. Captain Morgan for breakfast. Five o'clock somewhere.
We shared another drink or two, listening to "youngsters" sitting at the
bar, talking about the girls they had met the night before. I was tipsy
enough to enjoy their loud exploits for a few more minutes. We finished
our last drink, and headed back to the ship.
*****
Since we were drinking in the morning and all, we headed right to the
Lido Deck for the lunch buffet. It was ungodly hot in Key West, so we
changed quickly and took a swim. Bobbing is the salty pool with the ship
rocking, surrounded by other couples with their arms wrapped around
each other was surprisingly erotic, so I found myself "accidently"
brushing my body against Will's. I was so ready to be fucked, I began to
hope that Will would stick his finger into the crotch of my bathing
suit to feel how wet I was getting.
We were planning on a late night, since we wouldn't dock in Cozumel
until the next afternoon. When we got back to the room, we opted for a
nap instead of sex, followed by showers and getting dressed for Elegant
Night. We watched the sunset from the Promenade Deck, had formal photos
taken, ate lobster and drank chardonnay for dinner, then headed to the
late (R rated) show.
After the musical revue we tried to catch the comedy show, but it was
completely packed. We ended the night with one, last drink at the cigar
bar. The Latin band was playing salsa and merengue music, and we sat at
the bar watching the Spanish-speaking couples dancing. I love that
Hispanic men will get on a dance floor and just let loose. I wish that
Will and I could do those sexy dances. It's like having fully-clothed
sex in public. We watched until the cigars were overwhelming, then we
headed back to the room.
It was late, so we didn't waste any time shedding our elegant attire. We
let it drop to the floor and embraced in the middle of the mess. We
kissed a little, our tongues tasting like the cabernet sauvignon we
ended the night with. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs all the way
apart, and said, "Eat my pussy. Now."
Will didn't waste one second. Before I even got comfortable, Will's
tongue was dipping in to take a taste. I felt his lips, gently kissing
me, and his tongue beginning to work its way around my pussy. He started
with my outer lips, which I had shaved in preparation for our trip.
"Mmmmm," I moaned quietly. I felt his tongue pushing into my vagina. He
pushed it in and out a bit. "I need your fingers in my pussy," I
demanded. He gave his tongue a few more thrusts, then replaced it with
two long fingers.
His tongue moved to my inner lips as his fingers swirled around on my
g-spot. I moaned, louder this time. He reminded me that there were
people rooms on three sides of us, and that we could hear people walking
through the hallway. I tried to reply, "They're drunk, what difference
does it ma-ake?" He hit my clit with his tongue for the first time just
as I finished speaking. I grabbed his hair and said, "I don't fucking
care. Just lick me."
He licked me. A little slower at first, then speeding up a bit. He
started by lapping his tongue up and down first on one side of my clit,
then on the other. His fingers were still swirling on my g-spot, so I
whispered, "Circles with your tongue. Please."
I felt the whole lower half of my body heating up as my orgasm started
to build. He moved his tongue faster and faster, the closer I got. I
could feel the wetness dripping from my pussy as he withdrew his
fingers. I felt empty and disappointed until I felt one finger brush my
anus. He continued licking while he waited for my response. "Yes. Stick
your finger in my ass," I said, just loudly enough for him to hear it. I
felt the pressure as his finger began to penetrate my ass. Anal play
has been a major turn-on for me for a long time, and feeling his finger
sliding in and out of my ass was bringing me close to cumming.
He continued swirling his tongue around and around as I clamped my asshole around his finger. He whispered, "You want two?"
"Ooohh, yeah. Two is good," I moaned, even louder than before. Feeling
that second finger pushing hard into my ass brought me right to the
brink. My feet were flexing, and I was thrashing my head from side to
side. I said, "Here it is. I'm gonna cum. Keep licking my clit. In
circles. Shove your fingers in my ass. Fuck me with your ..."
That was it. I sucked in a huge breath as my orgasm peaked. I held my
breath until I felt the blood rocketing away from my clit, back to the
rest of my body. Then I started yelling, "AAAAHHHH. Aaahhh. Oh my God.
Fuck that feels good." Will continued licking gently and he left his
fingers in my ass until I finally quieted, relaxed, and took a deep
breath. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and kissed my pussy several
times with his soft lips.
He brought himself up to kiss me on the mouth, and I could taste myself
on his lips, something that took me a long time to actually enjoy. He
said, "Don't fall asleep. We're not done yet," and he walked to the
bathroom to wash his hands.
When he returned to the bed, I was already starting to doze off. He said, "I guess we can wait until tomorrow."
I said, "No. Fuck my pussy." I was lying on my back, and he was on his
side, behind me. He draped my legs over his, and pressed his cock to my
opening.
"I could take your ass with my cock right now, and you wouldn't have the energy to do anything about it," he teased.
"Not tonight, honey," I mumbled, half-asleep. "Just fuck my pussy tonight."
As he entered me from behind, we both moaned a little. He said in my
ear, "This will not take long. I've been semi-hard all day."
"Me too," I replied, even though it didn't make too much sense.
He fucked me hard, and it felt really good. It was the fullness I had
been looking for all day. I bucked my ass back to meet his thrusts, and
after a couple of minutes, he slammed into my pussy, and started moaning
loudly. I felt his cock twitch in my pussy as he unloaded his cum into
me for the second time that day.
We were both spent, even before he was finished. We kissed gently, then
rolled over to go to sleep, his cum spilling onto the sheets.
Since there was no Weather Channel on the ship, and we weren't paying
for wi-fi, we had no idea that Tropical Storm Harvey had sprung up off
the coast of Honduras and Nicaragua, just south of Cozumel.
~Saturday, August 20: Cozumel~
It rained most of the time we were in Cozumel. We had overheard at
breakfast that Tropical Storm Harvey would be making landfall in Belize
that day, so we weren't surprised that it was raining.
Our first excursion of the day was snorkeling with our own underwater
digital camera (as opposed to the disposable we had 15 years ago). We
were with an instructor for a while, so we didn't connect too much then,
but afterwards we had some time to explore on our own.
That was probably the highlight of the trip. We swam together, pointing
things out to each other. We took pictures of us underwater, and
generally had a really good time. Except for the rain on our backs as we
swam along the top of the water, it was just like snorkeling on our
honeymoon.
On the way back to the ship, we sampled some tequila in the duty-free
shop. Will loves tequila. The very first time I got drunk, other people
(including Will) were licking, slamming, and sucking some cheap Cuervo. I
was more violently ill that night than ever before or after. The next
morning all I could smell was tequila, and I wasn't even drinking it!
Just the smallest whiff of tequila would nauseate me for years afterward.
(As a side note, I'd like to point out that on our 10th anniversary trip
to Disney World, I had the best margarita of my life at the restaurant
inside of the Mexico pavillion. Months later, I actually called to speak
to the bartender to see what was in that margarita. He informed me that
it isn't the quality of the tequila that matters. It's the Grand
Marnier. That margarita started a quest to find better and better
margaritas, and my aversion to tequila was finally exorcised.)
*****
Our second Cozumel excursion was a sunset catamaran ride with all the
margaritas we could drink (which was a lot, by the way). Despite the
rain, this was a great party. Again I marveled at how the African
American men and the Mexican crew would just get up and dance. On this
boat it was only the caucasians that stood watching, which made me
wonder just what the hell is the matter with us.
I stood videotaping the Cha Cha Slide, the Macarena and other dances, knowing my daughter would love to dance along at home.
Suddenly Will looked toward the west and said, "Look." The sky had
cleared a bit, just in time for a beautiful pink sunset. Everyone on
board took turns taking pictures of the other groups with the sunset and
the beautiful ship in the back. It was one of those cool moments of
bonding with complete strangers, and Will and I left the boat with a
warm-fuzzy feeling.
We had gotten through Tropical Storm Harvey with just some rain. I
finally began to relax thinking, "The tropics can do what they will.
We've got one more day at sea and one more day at the beach in Ft.
Lauderdale. We're good."
Our trip may have been good, but that was the day Tropical Storm Irene was born, just to the east of the Windward Islands.
~Sunday, August 21: Fun Day at Sea~
You would think that having an anal fetish would mean that anal sex is a
regular event in our sex life, but that really isn't the case. Anal sex
is like "special occassion sex", and I guess a 15th anniversary is a
special occassion.
I got up early that day, so I headed up to the Lido Deck to have coffee
and a croissant with my Nook. I sat down at the table by myself just as
the sun popped over the horizon. I sat there for about 20 minutes and
didn't touch my book. The canteloupe color of the sunrise and the
sapphire blue of the water completely distracted me, and as far as
moments go, that one was pretty close to perfection.
This is the part where I just have to say that my husband is awesome.
For our anniversary he gave me a massage and facial appointment at the
ship's spa. I finished my coffee and headed to the spa. For over an hour
I lay there while Mathilda worked the stress out of my muscles and
treated the bags under my eyes (too little sleep, too many margaritas,
and not enough water had taken their toll). I left the treatment room
feeling relaxed and happy, and the woman at the desk told me that Will
would be waiting for me at the lobby bar.
He was, and he ordered a Bloody Mary for me. We walked to the dining room for a fabulous breakfast.
After breakfast we spent some time way up on the top of the ship,
reading our books. That is something that we don't get to do together
too often. It was truly relaxing, and a high point of our vacation.
We did some other fun things that day- Bingo (we didn't win), an art
auction (we can't afford art, but there was free champagne), and a
martini-tasting. By then I was feeling that "peaceful, easy feeling"
that the Eagles sing about. Peaceful and easy became hot and bothered,
so we headed back to our room to have a little more cruise nookie.
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.
This is one of the strangest things I've read in a long time, but I enjoyed the satire. The real-life issue of transgender people using public restrooms is just as ridiculous as the premise of this story and Chuck Tingle brings it to light in a ridiculous manner.
The book came with a bonus story--Pounded in the Butt by My Book "Pounded in the Butt by My Own Butt." I wish it hadn't. The joke wasn't as funny the second time around. It devalued the author's message, making him seem like a one-trick pony. His list of other titles supports that opinion. Despite the good writing and sharp satire, I will probably not read any other Chuck Tingle stories. I did enjoy this one, though, and other readers might as well.
Sexpossessed by Ian Saul Whitcomb
