Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition (35 page)

Slowly,
I slid off him to my knees and then stood. The rain washed across his
muscles as I undid my pants. They were soaked as I pushed them lower
and lower to my ankles, and then stepped out of my panties, and
straddled his body.

His
hands curled around my ankles, and then arched over my calves and
curved across my thighs as I lowered myself onto him. I teased him
with my pussy, running the head of his cock through my soaked lips,
slicking it with my wetness. I let go of him, and his erection bobbed
as I rushed my fingers through my lips, painting my hand with my
wetness, and then quickly lubing his cock with my body before the
rain washed my juices away.

I
pressed one hand to my ass cheek, keeping it open, the other hand
guiding his cock into me. I felt the sharp prick of penetration, the
burn of his cock—bigger than the dildo I was used to—pressed
deeper. I doubt he expected me to push his cock into my ass.

Comfortable,
I pressed my hands into his chest, and my knees into the muddy spring
grass, and then relaxed myself onto the full length of his cock. My
eyes instinctively closed and I moaned as his hips began to lift from
the ground. He slowly pressed into me, the warmth spreading through
my body as I moaned. I surrendered myself to his cock. I surrendered
to him.

The
rain spat harder. The sound spinning and dripping through the leaves.
A flash of lightning brightened the sky, and when I caught a glimpse
of a person rushing across the park, I felt a shrill of excitement
strike through my whole body.

I
pressed my weight into my knees, lifting and falling on his cock. My
body began to tremble, my muscles shiver as I gasped. The added pain
was incredible, and the pleasure more heightened in the rain. His
eyes caught mine for a brief second before he closed them and
burrowed into my ass, his hips thrusting harder, his cock tunneling
into my body—harder, my ass slamming onto him—harder as
the rain swirled between our flesh.

I
rushed my fingers to my clit, already swollen, my orgasm building as
he fucked me harder, as he panted and breathed, as I yelled 'God
yes—coming—coming,' as my clit exploded into a shivering
thunder of pulse after rolling pulse.

PETER

Michelle's
body was convulsing, as I watched her through rain-wet eyes and she
rode me deep within her ass. Her hands furiously stoked her pussy,
getting herself off in wave after wave, and her ass was clenching
harder around my cock each time she came. She felt so good that I
never wanted the moment to end; I didn't want it to stop raining, I
didn't want the sun to come up, I didn't want anything to happen to
interrupt our fucking. The pressure was building up in me, and I knew
it wouldn't be long before my orgasm followed hers.

I
reached out and held her by her hips, slowing her down for just a
moment, gently lifting her body up and down on my cock at a more
gradual pace. She moved her hand from her clit and rested both arms
on my chest, allowing me control of her movements. I took long,
extended strokes, at times almost completely pulling my cock from her
ass, and then slowly, teasingly pushing back inside, bit by bit,
until her pussy smashed tight against my pubic bone.

I
felt the pressure continue to build. Minutes seemed suddenly lost. I
knew I was going to come hard and there was no more holding back.

"Michelle..."
I gasped, and buried my cock to its hilt. I stopped all movement as
her ass muscles flexed around my cock. "I need to come. I'm
going to come ..."

"Let
me feel it, Peter. Let me feel you explode."

That
was all the incentive I needed. I felt my cock spasm as it started
pumping my cum deep into her.

"Oh,
fuck. Michelle, I'm coming so hard..."

I
began moving my hips again, pulling out as I moved, my cum providing
the extra lube that allowed me to slide easily back and forth.
Michelle grunted at my renewed effort. She felt so good, and we fit
so well together.

After
a few final thrusts, I slid out of her with a pop, and she gasped as
she rolled off me, into a puddle at my side.

I
leaned over, still trying to catch my breath, and watched as the rain
cascaded off her breasts, her chest rising and falling as mine was.
Her hair drenched back, her naked body glistening wet with rain and
perspiration, she looked as I imagined the Sirens at sea must have,
and she had caught me deep within her spell. I traced my fingertips
down the middle of her chest to where the rain was pooling in her
navel, and then brought the rainwater further down into her pussy.
She moaned at the touch as I circled my fingers lightly around her
lips and around her clit. I brought my fingers to my lips to taste.
She tasted so good. I had to have more.

I
crawled over her, between her legs, and dropped my head down to her
pussy.

"Peter,
no... I'm not ready yet."

At
that moment though, I didn't care. I took my tongue and licked long
and slow from her ass up and over her clit. I could taste a bit of
myself as her asshole opened itself to my tongue.

She
wriggled beneath me, spreading her legs further apart.

I
took another long lick, and then began circling her pussy with the
flat of my tongue, brushing her clit with my lips. She shuddered with
each pass.

"Oh,
God, yes..."

She
ran her fingers through my wet hair, encouraging my efforts. I took
my time, slowly dragging my tongue along her lips and then plunging
it into her pussy, circling inside her hole. I drank eagerly from her
body, letting her juices soak into my mouth.

"Oh
my God, Peter ..."

I
used my tongue to spread her lips, and trailed my mouth to her clit.
With a series of long, hard licks, I caressed her swollen clit before
surrounding it with my lips, sucking her into me and swirling the tip
of my tongue around her until she yelled out, "Oh, fuck,"
and pulled my hair and pushed my face hard against her pussy.

I
took a deep breath and held her clit in my mouth, slicing my tongue
over her, as her hips began to thrust and her juices rushed across my
chin. She panted and breathed, her body almost convulsing, and then
she quickly pushed my mouth off her pussy and pulled me up her body.

"God,
no more. Please," she laughed. "Get up here."

I
moved up her body and kissed her hard on the lips, her cum swirling
from my mouth to hers. My cock, still hard, nestled itself between
her legs. I felt the soft pitter-patter of rain on my back, as her
tongue explored my mouth, and for the first time I felt the chill of
the night air against my naked body. I broke our kiss.

"Not
to ruin the moment, but how would you like to continue this somewhere
a little warmer?" I asked.

MICHELLE

I
wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to wash the smile off my face and I
didn't answer right away. I slid from under his body, making sure not
to bang my knee against his cock and picked up my drenched clothes.

"My
God, it's like my jeans transformed into hundred pound weights!"

Chuckling,
Peter rolled onto his back. I pried the legs of my jeans open, and
climbed in. My white halter was drenched, but as I looked it over, I
thanked God it wasn't ruined by grass or dirt stains. Well, nothing a
dry cleaning wouldn't fix, anyhow.

"Come
on, baby," I smiled, and held out my hand. He clasped it and
pulled me down onto him.

"Back
to your place?" his lips enveloped my mouth as I returned his
kiss.

A
part of me wanted to have him back to my place, but I wanted to wait
for the bed, and the long night and the warmth. I wanted that to be
another adventure, a different one as if a never-ending succession of
orgasms. Besides, I really wanted to tell Lisa what the fuck had
happened. I was way too over-excited and did not want to wait until
morning. I wanted to hit her up while it was fresh, I wanted to dream
about him and gloat about him.

I
brushed my hand across his cool, wet face. "I want you to come
to my place for dinner," I said.

It
suddenly occurred to me that that sounded desperate, as if I was
rushing things. Jesus, I'd just had sex with him, maybe I should have
just said call me and left it at that?

"If,
you know, that's cool." I immediately regretted those few
unconfident words. It sounded as if I were grasping. But I wanted him
- wanted more of him. It was too late, the words had left my mouth.

"You
want me to taste more than just your body?" he smiled.

I
felt relieved by his humor.

"My
food might not kill you, but I'm not sure about the rest," I
laughed as we both stood.

"I'm
a young guy. I think I can take it," he said grabbing his boxers
and pants, and struggling as I had, to get them on. The rain eased
into a drizzle as he zipped his fly, reached out his hand and drew me
into his chest. "In fact, I'm hungry already."

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~ ~ ~

Romance
of Atlantis

©
Blue Rains

I
watch a nation suffocate

as
death chants our name.

Such
swaggering nature

dwelled
in the olden days

of
bards and song

lingering
on poetry

in
tablets of clay.

Ms.
Caldwell how deep

was
your ocean

as
I seep

into
the prism watching

you,

romancing
the stone...

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Tsunami

©
Dr. Mabeuse

Kali
stopped dead at the top of the hill where the path emerged from the
forest and looked down at the city in stunned disbelief. The town of
Tengalla was awash in an angry surge of water, water everywhere,
rushing through the streets and bursting in filthy waves against the
buildings, a boiling soup of foam and junk, and most horribly, amidst
the maelstrom a frantically reaching arm or flailing foot, the flash
of a bright sari emerging from the dirty froth only to disappear
again as the water stormed and boiled in furious confusion around the
houses and shops, washing them away, swirling and splashing against
the stranded trucks and automobiles, thick with mud, wreckage, and
chaos.

She
dropped her basket of flowers and stood helpless, stunned as all
around her the coastline vanished in this sea of roiling white surf.
The beach was gone. The surf boats were gone—the few remaining
chained together and spinning and bobbing in the surgting foam like a
bunch of toys—the bright beach umbrellas gone, the very roads
and streets she knew were gone, covered, obliterated. Water surged
above the harbor quay and the seawall, broke violently against the
old colonial mansions and bathed the new tourist hotel in churning
water up to its waist, and even from here she could see the hotel
staff in their smart white jackets and crisp black ties being swept
out to sea or clinging desperately to any handhold they could find.
The houses in the town were crumbling into the water like children's
sand castles as the sea burned through the town: an angry white fire,
consuming everything.

Kali
stood there not believing what she beheld.

There
were dark little figures clinging frantically to bits of wall,
hanging on to the big cocoanut palms that lined High Street, that
even as she watched tilted crazily and toppled into the soupy mess
below. She was too far to hear the screams and frantic cries for
help, but all around her was this terrible sinister hissing roar of
the water meeting land it had never known before, the faint rumble of
collapsing masonry and trucks overturning, and—most eerie—the
absence of the steady rise and fall of the surf on the shore, a sound
as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, suspended now as the sea
went mad and washed up into places it had no business being, surging
all the way to the base of the hill at her feet. The waters lapped
where there should have been dry land, stopped, then reluctantly
turned and began to retreat: slowly at first, reluctantly, and then
the retreat became a rout and the water rushed back towards the sea
with terrifying speed, taking everything with it, turning the world
upside down.

Horrified,
Kali turned, stopped, and turned again. One path led back to her
village in the hills, the other to the flooded town below. There was
no time to think. She ran towards the town, her thoughts on Kumar and
her friends below. She lost one of her new sandals along the way and
kicked off the other, too numb to cry, afraid to think, afraid to pay
attention to the screams and cries that she now heard cutting above
that unearthly sucking sound of the receding wave. She gathered up
the skirts of her osariya, and as she ran down the hill she glanced
several times out over the obliterated town at the sun glinting on
the blue, blue, sea, as calm and placid as ever she'd seen it, as if
it knew nothing about the wave. It was horror on a perfect day.