Hurricane Season

Bisexual Women, Ménage

Word Count:

9,800

A tropical vacation during Hurricane Season is risky, especially when you don’t read the fine print.

 

A gullible young woman accepts an Internet prize and travels to the Florida Keys, expecting beautiful sand, and new experiences, but her hosts have much more than snorkeling and sunbathing planned. The trip is an all-expenses-paid prize, but it comes with a price—she must play with a gorgeous Latino man and two stunning women. With a glass of liquid courage, she dives into those “new experiences” with her first anal, first ménage, first sexual spanking, and her first lesbian sex, all while Hurricane Tomas churns toward the Keys.

Excerpt (PG-13):

I am so damn naive. 

I know I'm gullible. I've always been gullible. I was the one that the other kids would tell, "gullible isn't in the dictionary, you know." I don't know how many times I fell for that one, but this took the cake. If I had just ignored that stupid email, none of this would have happened, but I fell for it, just like the dictionary joke.

I was checking my email as I do every day, counting on the fact that the junk mail filter was keeping me safe from all the evils in the world, and I spotted the message. It was addressed directly to me, using my first and last name, with the subject line, “You have won a fabulous vacation!”

I clicked, thinking to myself, "I have not been anywhere all summer. I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm a stick in the mud. I deserve a fabulous vacation."

The message was simple and enticing: Sun, fun, and relaxation. You know you need it! Click here to claim your fabulous island getaway!

 

I clicked. I filled out the form, and 2 days later, the package arrived, complete with a plane ticket, a brochure with stunning photos of blue-green water, and the rest of the information about my weekend trip to the Florida Keys. I made my time-off arrangements at work and started a packing list.

When the day of my trip arrived, I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I made sure the cat food was out, so the neighbor who was looking after my Minnie would find it. I double-checked my list before putting my suitcase in the car. I triple checked my locks. With no inkling that this vacation was not a good idea, I backed down the driveway and headed for the airport. 

The flight to Chicago was uneventful. I bought an iced coffee just in time to catch my connecting flight to Miami. On the plane, I read a little and slept a little. I was excited to be on such an unexpected adventure on my own. I knew that the details of the trip were sketchy, but the thought of the sugar-white sand and the blue water chased away any doubts I should have had.

There was a woman sitting next to me, in the aisle seat. She didn't say much to me for the hour of the trip because she was deeply engrossed in her Kindle. I thought to myself about how we used to know what everyone was reading because we could see the book covers. Now that we have Nooks and Kindles, you have to guess. She was tall and thin, blonde and intelligent looking. She was dressed casually, but she looked as though she was traveling for business, rather than pleasure. 

I thought, "Romance novel? No. She looks too serious for that. Murder mystery? Maybe an Agatha Christie or something?" I gave up on my game and went back to reading my Nook. 

Suddenly she asked me, "So what are you reading?"

I was a little surprised because she hadn't said a word the entire trip. "For Whom the Bell Tolls. I'm going to the Keys, so I thought I'd inspire myself with some Hemingway. How about you?"

"Beauty's Punishment. It's an erotic novel by Ann Rice." 

"Oh." I knew I was blushing, but I tried to make it sound like I didn't find it shocking.

"It's a little graphic. Lots of spanking and whipping and paddling mixed in with a lot of anal sex."

I didn't know how to reply to that. I don't think anyone had ever said the words "anal sex" in my presence before. I stammered something like, "Oh. That sounds interesting." I was relieved when the pilot announced that we would soon be making our descent.

Sexcerpt (XXX if available): 

Heather and Carla sat in wicker chairs, facing me. Martín remained behind me, pulling off my clothes, one piece at a time. I was nervous, but I arched my back a little as Martín's warm hands grazed my nipples then cupped my breasts. When all my clothes were on the floor, Martín placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. 

"No puedo esperar," he said, as he unbuttoned his pants. 

"Martín," Carla said, "You really can't wait? You're just being greedy."

I hadn't realized that Martín hadn't spoken out loud at all up to that point. Now it dawned on me that he didn't speak English. "Está bien," I said, as I helped him remove his pants.

He placed his hands on my head and gently pushed me to my knees. I took a moment to examine the long, rather thick cock in front of me. His balls were shaved, and a drop of pre-cum had pooled in his slit. I placed my hands on his ass and drew him closer. I licked the pre-cum from the head and realized that it had been almost a year since I had a cock in my mouth. The realization sent a shudder through my body, and I slammed his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He moaned out loud. 

Heather said, "This is going to be a great weekend."

I couldn't see the women, but I knew they were watching from their seats. I moved my head back and forth, taking him to the back of my mouth each time. I licked up and down his cock with my tongue each time he thrust into my mouth. With one hand, I cupped his balls. With the other, I ran my fingers around his buttocks, tickling softly. 

"Ooh. She can give a blow job," I heard one of the women say. 

As Martín fucked my mouth, I wondered how I had gotten there. In the past my naïveté had gotten me into a bed or two that I probably should have avoided, but I just couldn't believe that I had fallen for this one. I was naked, on my knees sucking the cock of a man who didn't even speak English, and two women I didn't know were watching. I remembered what Carla was reading on the plane, and I felt a surge of apprehension run through the pit of my stomach. What else could they possibly have in store for me? The wetness I felt between my legs told me that I wanted to find out. 

Martín's hands slid gently from my head to my breasts. He cupped them gently before giving my nipples a pinch. I looked up at him. He was looking down, watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth.

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