Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition

by Alessia Brio

  My hips lifted up to push against her, cock to pussy, and raised her body, forcing her lips harder against mine. I took my hands from my sides and moved them up her thighs, scraping my fingernails through her jeans, dragging them over her hips, and then under her shirt. The rain was falling heavier around us, echoing in my ears as the water flowed around my head. I moved my hands up her waist, along her sides and up under her body until they were cupping her breasts. She kissed me even harder, our tongues fighting each other for space. There was a fury to our passion.

  I lifted my thumbs up along her breasts, and began circling her nipples, hard and erect. She moaned in my mouth and ground down against my cock, rotating her hips. The intense contact was over-stimulating and, in response, I reached up and took both nipples in my fingers, pinching them hard and sucking her tongue deep into my mouth. She broke the kiss with a start and a gasp, sitting up on my cock, allowing the rain once again to fall directly on my face. I watched, shaking, as she lifted her soaked halter up over her head and threw it off. Topless, water falling off her shoulders, her body shimmering in the dim light of the night, she fell back onto me and pushed a wet nipple into my mouth.

  I sucked instinctively, savoring the mixture of rainwater and body-salt, as I ran my hands over her slick, bare back, the rain running down along her sides and into her pants. My hands crept lower, past the nook in the small of her back, a small puddle of water accumulating in its well, down into her pants over the arch that led to her ass.

  "Mmm," she began moaning encouragement.

  She was rotating again on my cock, and the friction between our wet jeans felt incredible, as the water ebbed and flowed between my legs and balls. I stretched my hands lower to cup her ass, one side in each hand, and began rhythmically squeezing them in time with her rotation.

  "Yes. Like that, Peter."

  She was rotating faster now, grinding harder, and I released her nipple long enough to turn my head and grab a hold of the other. I sucked it in, hard. She was panting now, and meowing little sounds as I reached a hand deeper and slid my fingers across her asshole. The rain had soaked through her pants, and made it easy to slide my fingers around and within.

  "Yes," she trembled.

  I bit down on her nipple, just hard enough to hear her gasp. She was rubbing up and down, faster and faster on my cock, as I slipped a fingertip into her asshole.

  MICHELLE

  I hadn't expected to go this far with Peter on the first date, but my body was hardly listening to my brain, and he was more than I could hope for in a guy. I had wanted this for too long, and my heart raced as the rain drenched us. There was only one thing I loved more than sex in the rain, and that was anal sex in the rain.

  As his finger swirled over my hole, every muscle rippled with a wave as if I were riding a bolt of lightning. My cunt pained, and I could feel it tightening, the wetness trailing from my pussy between my cheeks. My clit throbbed, and my ass ached wanting more than just his fingers inside.

  I slid down his legs, rain trailing from my hair, and sloping down my nose as my hands pushed up against his rock-solid bulge. My fingers slipped around his dime-sized brass button. I unclasped it, looking up at him with a seductive smile on my lips. He seemed intoxicated and willing to go anywhere I wanted to take him. I unzipped the teeth of his jeans and pulled down his pants and his boxers to his knees. If I was going to let him fuck my ass, I wanted to make sure that I was in a position to enjoy it to the fullest.

  The rain fell across his cock. I wrapped my right hand across its thickness - he was much bigger than I imagined he would be—and stoked with a firm, steady grip, practically feeling him grow even harder in my hand.

  I leaned forward, my nipple searing into his upper thigh as I wrapped my mouth over the head of his drenched cock. He closed his eyes and moaned as I relaxed my throat and his cock sank deeper into my mouth. My lips moved across his shaft to the base, but I wanted a better grip on his cock, wanted it so rigid that he wouldn't be able to stand it anymore.

  My lips slid back to the tip of his cock, and I felt the foreskin across my mouth. I pressed my tongue inside and swirled the head of his cock. His back curved forward with a quick sensitive jolt, and then he settled on the smooth warm feel of my mouth. I drew my lips over his shaft again, feeling the veins of his cock rushing with blood, and then glided back and forward, lunging quicker and quicker, until the breath of his moans beat with the fall of the rain.

  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...

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  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. O
ne 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.

  She raced after the receding water. The little farmer's houses she passed were covered in mud and muck; stooped, soaked figures peered cautiously from the shadows or shouted frantically to one another. Stilt houses collapsed as she passed them, the uprights giving way as if exhausted. The neat paddies were seas of wet sand and filthy brown foam. She didn't stop.

  She ran into the town, past the outer markets, or where they ought to have been, but now there was nothing but a few shattered sticks in the ground and piles of debris and overturned furniture, clumps of seaweed still streaming with water. The water got deeper, ankle deep, and her bare feet slid and slipped in the pelagic ooze.

  Now the air seemed to come alive. The awful crushing silence of the wave receded like a giant sucking in his breath, and in the silence she could hear people screaming, wailing, crying for help, shouting the names of their gods and loved ones. Ahead of her in the market squares, car alarms screamed and there was the rumble of masonry slowly collapsing. She ignored the cries for help, the clutching hands and the vacant, staring eyes. When she saw a woman's leg emerging from a pile of sandy muck, she forced herself to keep running. Kali's family was all safe in their village in the hills; it was Kumar's family she was worried about.